I Am The Luna

His acceptance of my decision feels like a wave of serenity washing over me. My lungs no longer feel like the air is being squeezed from them.

I can finally breathe, finally try to move on from the torment of my own mind. I need to heal before I can even consider being with another.

His brokén promises and betrayal feel like he had cut a wound to the very core of my being.

It’s as if the ground beneath me had suddenly given way, leaving me in a state of shock and disbelief. Those were emotions I can’t forget, even when I truly want to.

The pain was sharp and unexpected, and when I had clung to the hope that this time, he would not betray me, believing and trusting him implicitly, he broke me.

We now gaze into one another’s eyes, and I find myself engulfed in a whirlwind of emotions – hurt, sadness, guilt – but above them all there is a sense of profound peace that is hard to articulate.

I feel guilty, knowing why he did what he did, hurt because despite it I had suffered greatly and the sadness that I feel deep inside that no matter what, in the end, I must always prepare to be alone. That I should never have looked to another for support and protection because the only person who will not leave you is yourself.

he wears. I know he loves me, but love is not always enough. I need to heal the wound that is bleeding within me, and only then can

led me here. Trust, once given so freely, now feels like a dangerous gamble, and I can no longer play that game. I’m done being dealt the losing

I’m ok… I know what I have done for others and for everyone around me. I know the love I feel for those important to me, for my packs and my people, but for myself, I am ready to be selfish because they aren’t the ones

captured my heart from the first time that I saw him. He had caught me hook, line and sinker from that day

entirely. Trust is something that is taken

love, that was another thing I gave him willingly, only for him to

breathe, is it truly love or just some hope we all have? We all wish desperately for that

who sees through the smile that is pained. Sees past our flaws and still loves

hurts more, the betrayal of trust broken or losing the hope of a future that he led me to believe could be ours when in reality, it

I will no longer yearn for him

you. Sebastian,” I say quietly, knowing that if he continues to chase me, it will

to thank me, Alpha Zaia,” he replies in that sexy raspy

my stomach, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows hard. “Will you at least let me see the children and be there when this one

“I don’t-”

missed the other’s births… I don’t want

birthing room when the time comes,” I say with a small smile.

it’s

a brow, and he

wind whips my hair across my face, he’s about to reach for. it before swiftly moving his hand back and shoving it in his pocket and