Hunted Luna Becomes The Hockey Brothers' Possession

Serenya’s POV

This engagement party feels like a funeral.

I’m twenty-three, six months pregnant, and I should feel happy at my own engagement. I should feel excited, but instead, I’m sitting in this stiff hall with… let me count… one, two, three, four people. That’s it. Four people to witness a day I’ve imagined in a hundred different ways.

Jade said he wanted it private. *“No unnecessary attention, Serenya,”* he told me, as if he were doing me a favor, not taking away what I actually wanted.

And because I love him, I agreed. Because I thought love meant giving up my dreams. Because I believed a small, quiet celebration would be enough. I’ve always imagined an extravagant engagement party, one filled with people choking on their envy.

I try to straighten my back, to smile properly. I want to look like everything is fine, but my baby kicks inside me, reminding me of the life I’m supposed to be celebrating.

I glance at Jade—my fiancé. The man I’ve been dating for two years now. The man I’ve come to trust more than anyone else in the world.

He sits opposite me, his hand resting on the table, his eyes flicking to the door over and over for the past thirty minutes, as if he’s waiting for someone.

“Jade,” I whisper, leaning slightly forward. “Why do you keep looking at the door like that? Are you nervous?”

He lets out a short laugh. “Don’t be ridiculous with your curiosity.”

“I’m pregnant. Me being curious is allowed—over my man, especially,” I say, my voice sharper than I intended. “Actually, more than allowed.”

He doesn’t smile like usual, and that’s when a cold twist spreads through me, not from the baby but from him. Something isn’t right. I adjust my posture, keeping my head high. I’ve learned that weakness gets noticed and weakness is dangerous.

Then the door opens and a woman walks in.

I notice her instantly. She’s perfectly put together, carrying herself with a confidence I can’t place. Two little boys follow her—one around seven, the other five and a tiny girl rests in her arms. They look like the perfect family I’ve always dreamt of having with Jade.

Two boys and a girl.

I shift in my chair. My baby bump suddenly feels huge, my hair flat, my lips dull. I tug at my dress, trying to adjust it because I suddenly feel exposed.

Jade notices her, and then what I thought was impossible happens. He rises from his seat, leaves me sitting there, and walks toward her..kissing her cheek. A simple, brief kiss but at my engagement party, it feels like a punch to the gut.

I grip my wine glass tightly. “Really? Now?” I mutter under my breath. “Do I clap?” Maybe I shouldn’t get worked up. She might just be a friend he invited—she has three kids already. No need to panic, right?

But he’s already guiding her to the table where I sit, holding her