A Broken Vow

When I was two months pregnant, the Alpha, Lucas, asked me to give blood to his childhood friend.

She pretended to have been injected with wolfsbane by a rogue werewolf and required the Luna's blood to recover.

“Jessica, your physical constitution is good; hurry and give Lilith a blood transfusion!”

“A real Luna wouldn’t just stand by and watch her die!”

Lucas and his friends pushed me into the operating room.

“It’s just a blood transfusion; it won’t harm the fetus. Even if we lose it, we can have another, but Lilith must survive.”

I gave up struggling, watching my blood being drawn and transferred into Lilith's body.

After waking up, I dragged myself home, only to be pushed to the ground by Lucas. I ended up with a miscarriage.

That was the moment I decided to give up on this relationship.

Jessica's P.O.V

I clutched my aching belly, my steps unsteady as I walked out of the hospital. The sharp smell of disinfectant lingered in the air, a bitter reminder of everything I'd endured. Yet, the betrayal I felt cut deeper than any physical pain.

Lucas stood not far away, his familiar gentle smile now belonging to someone else. Lilith’s siblings surrounded her with care and affection, their familial bond evident. They seemed like a real family, while I was just an unwanted guest on the sidelines.

The moment Lilith noticed me, her eyes sparkled unnaturally, and a blush spread across her face.

"Luna, thank you. Without you, I wouldn’t have survived," she said, her sweet voice dripping with false sincerity.

Lucas turned toward me, his words devoid of concern, laced instead with subtle irritation. "Jessica, you're finally out? Took you long enough."

He glanced at me briefly before shifting his gaze back to Lilith, who seemed to command all his attention.

"You still look awful. Are you okay?" he asked casually, his tone perfunctory, as if asking out of obligation.

I swallowed the lump in my throat, unable to respond. What could I say? That the pain in my stomach was unbearable?

"If you're fine, let's go. We still need to get back and make dinner for Lilith," Lilith's sister said, her words harsh and dismissive.

"I want to sit next to the Alpha. His scent will help with my recovery," Lilith said, claiming the passenger seat with a calculated display of fragility.

"Jessica, sit in the back," Lucas ordered, his voice carrying the tone of someone addressing a servant rather than a wife.

The backseat was already crowded with Lilith's siblings, leaving no room for me.

"Jessica, you can walk home. The car's full, and it’s too late to find a ride," Lucas said, not even glancing at me as he started the engine.

Suppressing my growing anger, I forced myself to reply, "Fine. I’ll walk."

Lucas sped off, leaving me standing there, tears finally spilling over as the taillights disappeared into the distance.

Just because Lilith was his childhood friend, he treated her like the center