Bound to the Alpha King: Rise of the Fallen Luna

Kim's POV

I finally gave birth to my baby, but she was dead.

My hands felt ice-cold as I held that tiny, motionless body in my arms. She wasn’t crying. She wasn’t moving. Nothing.

I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. For a moment, I thought I was trapped in a nightmare I couldn’t wake from. Sweat clung to my skin, my body trembling from the hours of pushing.

Tears blurred my vision as I lifted my head to the nurse.

“Are you sure?” I whispered, my voice cracking. “Please… try. Maybe she’s just asleep. Pat her back, wake her…”

The nurse shook her head, eyes filled with pity. Her hands trembled as she spoke. “I’m sorry, Luna… she’s… she’s stillborn.”

“No!” My voice shattered the room. “PLEASE! JUST TRY! PLEASE!”

I shook the tiny body slowly, patting her back, willing her to move. But she didn’t.

The nurse bit her lip, struggling to hold back tears. “I’m so sorry, Luna.”

“No… this isn’t real. You’re lying!” I screamed, my whole body trembling, tears streaming down my face.

Alpha Don, my mate, had never loved me. We were mated by political duties. He barely looked at me. He didn’t care about me.

But the moment I became pregnant, something changed. He smiled at me. He held my hand. For the first time, he wanted something from me that wasn’t just duty. He wanted an heir. And I had dreamed that once I gave birth, he would finally love me.

Now, I held nothing. Only the cold, lifeless body of the child I had carried. The child I had nurtured in my womb for 9 months, anticipating the beautiful memories we would make as a family.

“Doctor… what’s taking so long?” I suddenly heard Don's voice from just outside the door.

Tears blurred my vision as I stared at the tiny, motionless body in my arms. “Please… please, nurse… save my baby, please.”

The nurse shook her head, her hands trembling. “I’m sorry, Luna…”

My body trembled violently. Don couldn’t see this. He'd be furious.

The door burst open. “Kimberly? What’s going on? I haven’t heard a thing!” His voice rang through the room as he stepped in.

I barely registered him coming closer. His brows were furrowed, eyes searching mine. “Kim… my sweet mate,” he said, touching my cheek. “You’ve been crying. The delivery must've hurt a lot…”

Then his gaze dropped to the baby. “Oh… is it a girl?”

I just stared at him.

He reached for me. “Stop crying, okay? Let me hold her.”

More tears fell. “It’s… It’s a stillborn,” I whispered.

Don froze. His hands stiffened mid-air. “What?”

“The baby… is not alive?” More tears rolled down my cheeks, dropping on my shaky hands.

“What the hell did you just say, Kim?” His voice cracked between rage and disbelief.

“The baby—”

Don ran a hand through his hair. His jaw was tight. His whole body radiating anger.

He looked at me. “Didn’t you eat properly?” he roared.