Rejected Luna's Baby

•Amar's POV

I was trembling as I stared down at the small white plastic stick in my hands.

My hands were shaking violently as if an electric current was passing through it.

I held onto my clothes tightly to keep it from shaking so badly as I waited.

My heart was pounding so hard.

The thumping sound was all I could hear as it echoed against the wall of the room.

I closed my eyes for a moment and began to desperately mutter words of prayer.

"Please," I whispered to the Moon Goddess unsure wether she was hearing me.

I kept talking even though I wasn't even sure what I was asking for anymore.

The pregnancy test felt heavy in my palm, heavier than my crown had ever been.

"Please," I murmured one last time before I slowly and reluctantly opened my eyes.

I looked again, and my eyes widened as a small scream tore out of my mouth.

There was two pink lines.

I staggered backwards, my legs instantly failing me at this critical time.

Joy-white, hot and blinding tore through me like an express train.

My heart rate skyrocketed as I let out a scream that bore all my emotions.

There was frustration, fear, disappointment, anxiety-all leaving as I screamed.

There was finally two lines.

There was finally hope.

After several months of staring down at the single lines that crushed it wickedly.

I shook uncontrollably as I set the pregancy test stick on the counter.

I was breathing so hard as I gripped the edge of the sink tightly.

I looked up and my eyes met my reflection in the large gold rimmed mirror.

The woman who stared back at me had dark messy hair and wounded lips.

Her eyes were red from crying too many nights alone in here matrimonial bed.

Depression was taking her while her husband worked late at his office.

I was that woman.

I slumped against the counter as the tears started flowing down my cheeks.

But for the first time in months, they weren't tears of sadness.

I was pregnant.

I was finally pregnant.

And this would change everything.

My mind wandered to last week when Kade had barely looked at me during dinner.

His plate had sat untouched while he had been reading the pack reports.

"The council is asking questions again," he had said without looking up.

I had stilled instantly because I knew what was about to come next.

"When shall we birth heirs Amara, for the future of the pack?" He demanded.

The words had hit me hard.

I wanted to tell him that we were trying and that these things took time.

I had looked up to meet his sharp eyes and saw his jaw tight with frustration.

I made to speak, but the cold look that glazed his eyes halted me.

But now I had an answer.

Now I had hope.

We had been married two years.

Our mating ceremony had been the most wonderful