His Luna Was Never Me - Chapter 9: Chapter 9
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The moment his words hung in the air, my breath caught in my throat. "His child?" The raw disbelief in my voice was unmistakable.
Ronan—the only man I'd ever been with—stood there accusing me of betrayal. The sheer gall of it left me speechless.
My mind flashed back to that disastrous day when Adeline had visited Obsidian Howl Pack. It was supposed to be our mateship ceremony, the start of our life together. Instead, it became the beginning of the end.
That night, Ronan had stumbled back to the pack house, drunk out of his mind. He'd begged me not to leave, his voice breaking, and in my weakness, I gave in. We spent the night tangled in sheets that should have meant forever. But when morning came, the look on his face shattered me. Disgust. Regret. Like the marks he'd left on my skin were some kind of mistake. Maybe, in his drunken haze, he'd thought I was her.
"You knew I loved Adeline," he sneered, "and yet you threw yourself at me."
Then Kieran came—a miracle I'd prayed would fix us. But Ronan never saw him as a blessing. To him, our son was just another chain, another way I'd trapped him in a life he resented.
But this? This was different. This wasn't just resentment—it was doubt. He didn't just hate our child; he questioned if Kieran was even his. The absurdity of it ripped a bitter laugh from my throat. I locked eyes with him, my voice shaking with rage and pain. "Then tell me, whose child is he?"
His expression darkened. The bowl in his hand hit the table with a deafening crash. "You know damn well. I'm not doing this with you."
But I was. I wanted to scream until my lungs gave out, to force him to see the truth he'd been blind to for so long. Before I could, his eyes glazed over—a mind link. Adeline. I always knew when it was her. Without another word, he walked out, the door slamming behind him.
I couldn't stay in that infirmary another second. Every corner was haunted by memories of Kieran, of holding him for the last time.
Back at the villa, I powered on my phone—dozens of missed calls from Ronan. No wonder he'd tracked me down again.
The knock came late, startling me. When I opened the door, his face was tight with worry, then softened with relief. "Why do you keep running? You're in no condition to be alone right now."
His concern grated on my nerves. "What's it to you? We're nothing now."
His jaw clenched, frustration radiating off him. "I was wrong about Kieran. Can we just... stop fighting?" His voice dropped, almost pleading. "We lost him, but we can have more children—"
More children? The words turned my blood to ice. Kieran could never be replaced. I stared at him, venom in my voice. "If he wasn't yours, then who the hell was his father?"
Ronan—the only man I'd ever been with—stood there accusing me of betrayal. The sheer gall of it left me speechless.
My mind flashed back to that disastrous day when Adeline had visited Obsidian Howl Pack. It was supposed to be our mateship ceremony, the start of our life together. Instead, it became the beginning of the end.
That night, Ronan had stumbled back to the pack house, drunk out of his mind. He'd begged me not to leave, his voice breaking, and in my weakness, I gave in. We spent the night tangled in sheets that should have meant forever. But when morning came, the look on his face shattered me. Disgust. Regret. Like the marks he'd left on my skin were some kind of mistake. Maybe, in his drunken haze, he'd thought I was her.
"You knew I loved Adeline," he sneered, "and yet you threw yourself at me."
Then Kieran came—a miracle I'd prayed would fix us. But Ronan never saw him as a blessing. To him, our son was just another chain, another way I'd trapped him in a life he resented.
But this? This was different. This wasn't just resentment—it was doubt. He didn't just hate our child; he questioned if Kieran was even his. The absurdity of it ripped a bitter laugh from my throat. I locked eyes with him, my voice shaking with rage and pain. "Then tell me, whose child is he?"
His expression darkened. The bowl in his hand hit the table with a deafening crash. "You know damn well. I'm not doing this with you."
But I was. I wanted to scream until my lungs gave out, to force him to see the truth he'd been blind to for so long. Before I could, his eyes glazed over—a mind link. Adeline. I always knew when it was her. Without another word, he walked out, the door slamming behind him.
I couldn't stay in that infirmary another second. Every corner was haunted by memories of Kieran, of holding him for the last time.
Back at the villa, I powered on my phone—dozens of missed calls from Ronan. No wonder he'd tracked me down again.
The knock came late, startling me. When I opened the door, his face was tight with worry, then softened with relief. "Why do you keep running? You're in no condition to be alone right now."
His concern grated on my nerves. "What's it to you? We're nothing now."
His jaw clenched, frustration radiating off him. "I was wrong about Kieran. Can we just... stop fighting?" His voice dropped, almost pleading. "We lost him, but we can have more children—"
More children? The words turned my blood to ice. Kieran could never be replaced. I stared at him, venom in my voice. "If he wasn't yours, then who the hell was his father?"
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