The Barren Luna: A Curse or a Blessing?

Kate

Tyson rushed with the healer. He carried the bleeding Stella, like his wife, to the infirmary and ignored me like I was nothing. His frantic face, full of concern when they head out, wasn't for me but for her. He had never looked at me that way, even when I was wounded by a rogue's attack. And that's when it hit me—that Stella wasn't just a low-ranking female trying to help carry on the Silverfang legacy. She was his, and now she was carrying his child.

I slammed the door to my room, and the loud bang offered little comfort to my broken heart. I walked across the room and caught the moonlight illuminating the pack's territories, untouched by the chaos inside this packhouse. I would’ve traded anything to be out there, away from this heartache, but I was trapped. I dropped onto the bed, closing my eyes, and it drifted back to a memory. A year ago, when a blonde named Stella first arrived at Silverfang.

It had been a typical day; elder Marius and I were in Tyson's study, waiting for him and discussing ways to improve the patrols. Tyson arrived smiling, followed by a petite but big-breasted woman. My eyes narrowed since I hadn't seen her before, but I remained silent.

“This is Stella. She’s come to us as a breeder. Some elders and warriors had been struggling from their mate's death and aired their desires to have children, and we’ve arranged for her to help.”

At that time, I didn't understand the need for a breeder. It had sounded almost crude, but we had no choice but to accept it if it would keep the pack's legacy going and ease the pain of some members.

Stella was young and shy, with a barely audible soft voice. But something about her struck me as... off. Tyson had introduced her as a kind soul, a rogue with nothing left, offering herself to the pack in the most selfless way she could. I had even felt sorry for her. But sympathy, I now realized, Tyson had wanted me to feel that way. He’d played his cards well, framing Stella as a victim when, in reality, she was my soon-to-be replacement.

The following day of her arrival, I found an earring left on the couch inside Tyson's study. I frowned because it wasn't mine. I never wore a flower-shaped earring. Tyson also didn't like women to be there except me, and when necessary. He even imposed a strict rule that we shouldn't be intimate inside because it was a place to conduct business related to pack matters. I confronted Tyson about it, and he only laughed at me.

"C'mon, Kate! Are you seriously jealous because of an earring? Other women could come here, you know that, but it doesn't mean something happened. It must have probably fallen off from someone who attended my meeting," he reasoned, pulling me into a tight hug and a kiss.

I had never really seen much of Stella last year. She was mostly around those males desperate to have children. Whenever I saw her with them, she smiled at them like an innocent, polite girl who found joy in males drooling at her breast. And when I thought of what she would be doing, my stomach twisted because I couldn't stomach males to take turns of my body until I bore them a child. But Stella looked contented and happy, and at that time, I thought it was because that was the only way for her to get acceptance from the pack.

Tyson, on the other hand, had been very busy. We barely saw each other because he would have a lot of long nights at his study and travels. Tyson claimed to be busy with back-to-back meetings with investors for our furniture business. And he had to address the problems of several rogue attacks on our northern border.

Looking back, with tears in my eyes, I realized those moments were when Tyson and Stella had been intimate with each other. I understand now why those desperate males remained desperate to have children because she wasn't serving them. Stella found ways to seduce and pleasure the Alpha, who was also dying to have an heir.

Tyson and I had been trying to have children. Every day, I prayed to the Moon Goddess, but she had never granted me at least a son. We had been together for eight years, and in the sixth year, I felt Tyson had stopped trying and accepted the fact that I was barren. He returned to being hopeful last year and said we tried again, but he didn't have the time. Tyson's hope came alive not because of me but he found a younger woman who could do that for him. And Stella didn't disappoint him; she even captured his entire heart.

Anger bursts inside me, and I sit up to throw a pillow at the picture of Tyson and me during our mating ceremony inside a picture frame hanging on the wall. It fell, and the glass frame created a vertical crack between us.

"Damn you, Tyson!" I shouted while crying and wishing for Stella to lose their baby.

It was wrong, but I didn't care. They betrayed me and made me feel worthless. I felt like I deserved some justice for my pain, and it was supposed to be my baby. But the Moon Goddess didn't head to my ugly thought. After two hours, Elder Marious called to tell me that Stella was out of danger, but Tyson still needed to stay with her. The healers managed to stop her bleeding, and it was surprising that even after a blood loss, the baby was so healthy, like nothing had happened. Shortly after, Tyson messaged me.

"Kate, dinner with Stella at 6:00 PM at Mirage. Make sure to come."

Initially, I wanted to say no. But then I realized it was time to put the breeder in her place, so I said yes.