His Luna was Never His To Lose

I was immediately rushed to the hospital all bloody and wounded, pregnant and involved in a car accident while coming home on my anniversary.

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In the ambulance when the doctors asked me for my husband, my eyes teared up as I lied about being divorced. After going through a life-threatening surgery, the doctors shook their heads declaring, "Madam we are sorry but we could not save your child. He suffocated to death, if your husband had picked up your call we could have arrived much earlier, preventing this catastrophe."

Still in shock, I was discharged after three days with my husband being clueless about the state I was in. To inform him I unlocked my phone only to see the post of my mother-in-law.

In the post there was a photo of my husband Alpha Marco Snow with his childhood love Lucia. My husband gently held Lucia with his eyes softly gazing at her.

The caption being: 'They would make the best couple. She would have been my daughter-in-law if only my son wasn't snatched by a dirty orphan with no status.' My eyes stung when I read the heartbreaking taunts.

All of them were attending an event together at the royal palace of werewolves not knowing that I was the youngest child of the Alpha King and Luna Queen.

Earlier, I had bought a lot of gifts for my husband and was rushing home to the candlelight dinner I had set up, only for my car to be hit by a speeding bus.

My hands trying to shield the child in my belly were embedded with glass shards as I called my husband numerous times to my rescue while suffocating inside the broken car.

He did not pick up even after calling twenty-three times but messaged me instead.

[Marco: Stop bothering me! I will not be home today so don't wait, if you are useless the least you can do is to not create unnecessary drama.]

[Marco: Cancel the anniversary dinner by the way.]

By the time a rescue team arrived at the scene, I had almost lost my consciousness. They hurried me into the ambulance with sirens echoing all around.

"Damn she has lost a lot of blood, we have to operate on her immediately."

"Operate, we can't, she is pregnant, she might lose her child?"

"My baby.." I groaned in misery, trying hard to stay awake.

"Ma'am we need your husband to sign"

"I am divorced. P-please just save..save my child…"

The procedure was quickly done as I was taken to the emergency ward with the beeping sounds of machines all around me.

I felt pain blossoming in each pore of my body as soon as I woke up.

"My child.." I called out, only to be greeted by a female doctor who looked at me with pity.

"Ma'am, your child could not be saved. It was a life-threatening situation…if only we could have arrived earlier. We saw you called your husband so many times but he did not pick up, ma'am your child suffocated to death during that time." She sighed, yet my ears rang with fear as color drained from my face.

"What?"

"Ma'am please calm down"

"My child is dead? My baby!" I facepalmed, crying hard.

For the three days that I stayed at the hospital, Marco did not call me even once. As soon as I was discharged, I unlocked my phone to contact my husband only to come across my mother-in-law's post.

There was a photo of Marco and his mother eating at my favorite sushi restaurant, with my husband closely embracing Lucia, his childhood sweetheart, as he gazed at her lovingly.

The next photo made my blood run cold as the two posed in front of the werewolf royal palace, the home of my parents, the Lycan King and the Luna Queen.

They were attending the party exclusively meant for mates together. I trembled in shock, tears trailing down my cheeks.

This was a party that I had secretly asked my parents to organize because I wanted them to meet my mate Alpha Marco.

Yet Marco abandoned me, his pregnant mate, and took another woman to such a place while I was bleeding in the car, losing my baby.

The comments below the post were heartbreaking to read.

"Our college's hottest couple, god you people are still together?! Congratulations!"

"Lucia is the first and last choice of Marco, of course he would choose her over someone useless and poor."

"Lucia, only you are suited beside Marco."

"You look so good together, your child would be blessed to have your genes."

The ones commenting were Marco and Lucia's childhood friends, some of them already aware that Marco was married to me, yet their friend group had always been tight,four boys and one girl, closely knitted best friends, the group that I could never be a part of.

Marco and Lucia had been the perfect couple until Lucia found her mate, the Alpha of the Silver Moon Pack, for whom she left Marco.

After living three years abroad she finally returned after getting rejected by her abusive mate, earning the sympathy of the entire group and Marco.

Soon I became a villainess, a 'witch' who snatched Lucia's fortune named Marco and made him mine.

Marco's friends believed that her misfortune was all caused by me and I was the intruder breaking off the golden couple thus, I practically became the outcast of the pack, the most hated one.

Lucia was the princess of the group while I was the third wheel who caused her misery by always being 'dramatic.'

When I was at the palace, my father hated for me to do any work but I learned cooking, especially for Marco. The process was difficult and I often got burned, yet knowing that my mate could not digest oily food, I worked hard.

When he went out with his friends, I remembered to cook him light dishes along with his favorite seafood that I was allergic to. Even touching it developed blisters on my skin, yet this was treated by his friends with distaste.

They thought of me as a leech, thinking that I was an orphan trying to climb up the ranks by holding onto Marco who was an alpha.

"The witch." That was the nickname they called me behind my back.

Whenever his friends visited our home, they gave me a list of dishes to prepare for them. At first I refused because it was too tedious, yet when Marco insisted I prove myself useful, I gave in.

Today, yet again, Marco had chosen them over me. Maybe it's better this way. At least now, I won't be tempted to soften.

I liked my mother-in-law's post, which I knew she had specifically made for me to see, going as far as to comment.

"They look perfect together."