His Pregnant and Rejected Luna

When Annie learned that her husband Eric was still with his ex-girlfriend Mia and that Mia was also pregnant with his child, she left for good by faking death and renamed herself as Renee.

When they meet again, Annie is a completely different person. Eric's eyes on fire. He wants to devour her. But he's interrupted.

"Mommy who's that?"

"A stranger."

"Say that again? Who am I to her?!"

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Renee is no longer the woman Eric once knew—stronger, unyielding, and harboring secrets of her own. She thought she'd left her old life behind when she faked her death to escape the heartbreak of her husband Eric's betrayal. But fate has other plans.

Now, caught between the past she thought she’d escaped and the present she fiercely protects, Renee must confront the man who distroyed her. Eric, meanwhile, will stop at nothing to learn the truth about her true identity—and the mysterious child by her side. Can they handle the truth? Or will Renee manage to find her happiness that she's always dreamed of having?

Annie’s POV

“You’re pregnant,” the doctor says.

“I’m pregnant,” I whisper in awe more so to myself than the doctor. I instinctively bring my hand to my belly.

"Yes, you are. Congratulations." He hands me the B-Ultrasound picture. I study the small black blob on the granny photo and I can’t help but let the tears fall from my eyes. The picture indicates so much more than a baby. They are my future and past staring back at me; my future with Eric and the pack, and my past as his unrequited lover.

My throat struggles to form the necessary sounds to tell the doctor that I has waited for this moment since Eric’s cold, careless eyes stared deep into mine and chose me. “Thank you,” I manage in a breathy whisper. The doctor is quite handsome—, not like Eric, but close enough.

I wonders briefly what our child would look like. I hope he or she would have Eric’s eyes, so beautiful and green they hurt to look at. I carefully place the photo in my bag and am ready to surprise him at our anniversary dinner tonight.

The hallway is busy with nurses and rolling carts, but I hardly notice any of it. I am flying.

Then, I smell something familiar, and my heart stops.

Since birth, we all develop a specific scent that strengthens when we mate as a way to locate each other. I've been told my smell is lavender. Eric always smells like wood and vanilla in bourbon, my favorite perfume.

So why am I smelling him there? I cock my head to get a better scent. Yes—he is in the hospital, and close by.

Not just him, a different scent too, familiar and horrifying all at once. My heart drops into my stomach. I feel my skin prickle, and a low growl erupts at the base of my throat.

I quickly bring my hand to my mouth, stifling a