Luna's Vengeance: The Lost Princess

“I am very sorry, but you had a miscarriage. The triplets didn't make it.”

The healer's words left me speechless, while my mate, Alpha Nicholas King, immediately ran to my side and wrapped his arms around me.

I've heard those words from the same healer four times now, yet the pain was still as intense as the first time. I should've been used to it by now, but the pain of a Luna losing her pups was more than unbearable. It was tormenting, killing me from within.

“It's alright, Olivia,” Nicholas said, caressing my hair and kissing it in an attempt to comfort me. “Your reproductive health isn't in the best shape, but it's not your fault. Nothing is your fault, my love.”

I knew he was heartbroken, probably dying inside as well. He had always been like that—always telling me that it was fine and we could try again. He even hired a couple of top-tier nutritionists to take precautions with my diet and wouldn't allow me to consult other healers because the one in this hospital was the best in the field across the whole country.

But all of what I thought was care and love turned out to be lies the moment he left the room and his childhood best friend, Charlotte, called.

I trusted the Alpha with my life, and I've known Charlotte for six years, ever since she was introduced to me when Nicholas and I got married in my small village, where I was born and raised. So, without any doubt, I answered the call, only to have my world come crashing down.

“How was the abortion?” she asked.

I was instantly taken aback. W-What abortion?

“Make sure that the fetuses are intact, babe. The last specimen you sent lost an arm, and you know I need perfect. So I just didn’t use it and discarded it.”

Silence fell as Charlotte waited for my response, assuming I was the Alpha. Eventually, she sighed heavily and resumed speaking.

“You must be with her right now, comforting her—that's why you can't talk. But remember, I only allowed you to be with her because I'm studying abroad, and I was considerate enough to know that you have sexual needs. But aside from that, I need her ability to conceive so I can use specimens for my research.”

My hands trembled, almost loosening their grip on the phone. Before I knew it, silent tears began streaming down my face.

“Olivia has already conceived seven pups, but all of them are illegitimate because your marriage to her is fake, Nicholas. They weren't even conceived out of love.” Charlotte paused for a moment to laugh, her tone utterly mocking. “You didn't marry her in that disgusting village in the countryside to avoid controversies about you, the Alpha and sole heir to the biggest company in the country, marrying a hybrid peasant. You did it because it was fake, and you wanted her to believe that you truly loved her.”

She laughed again, while I silently cried, my heart tearing apart.

How could they do this to me? If I hadn’t picked up the call, I would have still been unaware of all the lies they fed me. I wouldn’t have known I had been deceived.

“And most notably, you feel no remorse when Olivia suffers a miscarriage—if that's even the right term—because you've been secretly lacing her food with herbs to terminate her pregnancies and disguise it as a natural loss. Those healers and nutritionists? They weren't there to safeguard her pregnancies; they were there to make sure the fetuses were in perfect condition for my research.”

Everything she said was unbearable, each word shattering the hopes and dreams I had been holding onto… the dream of a perfect family.

I had always longed to create a safe and loving home for my future pups, but the cruel truth was that they were never meant to live in this world—they were only meant to be used in a laboratory.

Charlotte sighed again. “Take care of Olivia and ensure she remains capable of conceiving because, despite having triplets, the specimens are still insufficient. Make her feel loved—at least until I no longer need her. Then, once she's out of the way, we'll finally be free to marry each other. I love you, Nicholas. Always remember that–”

I immediately ended the call as the door swung open, revealing my husband—if I was even still allowed to call him that, knowing our marriage had been nothing but a lie all along.

Yet, I continued to cry, my sobs growing louder as he pulled me into a hug. He believed my pain was solely from the loss of our pups, but little did he know, my tears were for something far worse—I had just uncovered his lies.

He pressed a kiss to my head, and I had to summon every ounce of restraint not to shove him away or slap him across the face. But my body felt weak, and my shattered heart only made it harder to move.

So, for almost the entire day, I remained in the arms of the Alpha who had taken our pup's lives—and was now slowly destroying me too, his Luna.