Filed to story: Alpha’s Regret After His Pregnant Luna’s Death (Evelyn & Declan)
Where was he when Peter opened his door to us? When he stood between me and the world I no longer recognized?
Nowhere.
But now, not even Peter was safe.
My lips trembled, and I bit down hard until I tasted blood.
Declan knew.
He knew where I stayed, he knew I stayed with Peter.
And he was using Peter’ career… his future… his entire life…as leverage.
To bend me, to cage me.
To force me into obedience.
For Sophia of course.
Oh, how meticulous of him.
How thorough, how vicious.
My wolf snarled inside me, the sound crackling through my veins like lightning.
I gritted my teeth, but a cold shiver slid through my limbs before I could stop it. My wolf felt it too-her ears flattening, her hackles lifting beneath my skin.
Declan.
But how in the Moon goddess’ name had he found out where I was staying?
I forced myself to breathe slow, to think, even though my thoughts were tangled like thorns ripping at each other. One thread refused to let go.
Only Richard knew I was staying with Peter.
Could it be him? Did he still have feelings for Sophia and think helping Declan might win her back?
If that was true…
I’d dragged Peter straight into my mess.
Guilt stabbed so sharply my breath caught. And then a darker thought froze my blood.
If Declan knew where I lived… did he also know about Lana?
Panic surged through me like a wildfire. My wolf growled inside my chest, ready to claw her way out if she had to. I looked down at Lana nestled in my arms.
At some point she’d fallen asleep, her tiny lips puckered in that soft little pout she always made when she dreamed. She was so peaceful, so innocent and so vulnerable.
The sight of her snapped something inside me back into place, my maternal instinct, my wolf’s protective snarl, everything.
No.
If Declan knew about Lana, with his power, his twisted methods… he would have stormed in long ago. Broken the door and dragged me out by my hair if he needed to.
Right now, he just wanted to squeeze Peter until I apologized to Sophia.
It was a show of dominance, a punishment.
A way to remind me that no matter how far I ran, he could always corner me.
Maybe… maybe he still didn’t even know Lana existed.
My heart eased for a single breath, only to sink even deeper into a colder, darker abyss.
Declan… why do you leave me no way out?
Bitterness churned in my chest, thick as poison. Anger, too, causing my wolf to pace restlessly, snarling, wanting to tear into something. But exhaustion kept pulling my eyelids down like weights.
Why wouldn’t he let me go?
Why?
I had already lost everything-my place as the Darvin family’s eldest daughter… the brilliant lawyer I once was. I have scrubbed floors, emptied trash bins, took every brutal job I could get just to feed my child.
I sacrificed everything.
So why… why couldn’t I break free of him?
Evelyn’s POV
I don’t know how long I sat there, my eyes open, staring into the suffocating dark. My wolf kept watch even as my mind drifted-alert, restless, tense.
Eventually, a pale sliver of moon slipped between the clouds, casting silver light through the branches outside. The shadows twisted along the wall, stretching into monstrous shapes like wolves hunched and snarling.
My heartbeat thudded so hard it hurt, like my ribs were too small to cage it. My wolf stirred uneasily under my skin, pacing, sensing danger even in the stillness of the room.
Maybe the peaceful life I’d been trying so desperately to build… had already shattered without me noticing.
Lana shifted in my arms with a tiny fussing sound, a soft cry that snapped me out of the numb fog swallowing me whole. I blinked, my mind slowly clawing its way back from that hollow, frozen place.
“Shh, baby… I’m here,” I murmured.
I adjusted my hold and carried her to the bed, rocking gently. My wolf hummed around us, instinctively soothing her pup. It didn’t take long, Lana settled quickly, her little lips twitching into the faintest dreamy smile.
Whatever world she drifted into… it had to be gentle and safe. Everything mine never was.
Watching her sleep eased the ache in my chest just a little. Just enough for me to breathe.
I leaned down and pressed my forehead lightly to hers, closing my eyes.
Moon Goddess… please.
Let her grow up healthy, happy and safe.
Let her never know the darkness that shaped me.
And Peter…
Please let him come out of this untouched. He didn’t deserve any of this.
The night deepened around me, shadows stretching across the room. Exhaustion crept into my bones until sleep finally dragged me under.
But my dreams weren’t peaceful.
It felt like someone cracked open my skull and spilled my memories into a spinning slideshow-scene after scene from my childhood flashing by.
My mother’s cold punishments.
Teachers who didn’t care enough to look at me. Classmates whose laughter felt like knives.
And then Sophia.
Always glowing, always adored.
While I was scolded, she was praised.
While I was overlooked, she was cherished.
Everywhere I walked in darkness, she stood in the warm spotlight, lifted high like she was born for a pedestal.
It wasn’t one single wound that haunted me.
It was the thousands of small cuts.
The ones no one ever saw.
The next morning, I jolted awake, gasping. My forehead was damp with cold sweat. My chest felt hollow, like someone had scooped something out of me during the night.
I couldn’t remember a single detail from the dream, but my body remembered the dread.
A sudden knock on the door dragged me back to reality.
I opened it to find Peter standing there, looking just as exhausted as I felt. S There were shadows under his eyes, his shoulders were tense.
He forced a smile.”I have to go into the office. It might be a long day, call me if anything comes up.”
He lifted his phone slightly, trying to act casual.
Guilt twisted hard inside me. I wanted to say something, but the brittle brightness in his smile made the words die on my tongue.
