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.

most, he cast me aside like I meant nothing more than the clothes he wears. I know he loves

reality, I question my own judgment and the choices that led me here. Trust, once given so freely, now feels like a dangerous gamble, and I can no longer play that

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 in my shoes. I’m the one living with

that

me believe I could trust him when I couldn’t entirely. Trust is something that is taken for

thing I gave him willingly, only for him to show me

hope we all have? We all wish desperately for that one

for that one person who sees through the smile that is pained. Sees past our

hope of a future that he led

maybe one day I will no longer yearn for him or maybe one day I will realise he is my destination…

I say quietly, knowing that if he continues to chase me, it will only make it

Alpha Zaia,” he replies in that sexy

Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows hard. “Will you at least let me see the children and be there when this one is born?” he asks

“I don’t-”

births… I don’t want to do the same

birthing room when the time comes,” I say with

it’s

brow, and he smirks. “Ok,

my hair across my face, he’s about to reach for. it before swiftly moving his hand back