I Am The Luna (Moonlight Muse) novel Chapter 2

ZAIA.

The following day dawns as gloomy and dark as the weight on my chest.

Sebastian left last night. I had heard the front door slam shut, and I wonder if he went to Annalise.

I stare at the divorce file in front of me, five million dollars as alimony. It is not a small amount. He really wants me to leave so desperately, doesn’t he?

I toss the file onto the bed. I don’t need his money. Nothing can make up for the pain of being rejected by my mate. The man I had given everything to.

I push the rumpled bedding back and get out of bed, and stare at my reflection above my vanity.

Staring back at me is the creamy skin with freckles, and long ginger locks which, despite being hard to maintain, I never considered cutting, because Sebastian liked it. My pouty lips aren’t anywhere near as big as Annalise’s, but the most prominent feature of mine is probably my amethyst-coloured eyes.

There was a time when every man wanted me. At College and University, all the young men wanted to date Zaia Toussaint.

My reputation in my studies and as the daughter of Alpha Hugh Toussaint only added to that, I came from a reputable pack, one whose size is almost as big as this one, however, their reputation is vastly different.

Where my father’s pack is known for its social status and influence, the Dark Hollow Falls Pack was known for their power and their control.

No one wants to cross them.

I stare down at the papers in my hand.

Placing a hand on my stomach, I calm myself. Stress is not good for the baby. I will not sit here and weep. I will show him I am fine.

Determined, I ball my fists still holding those hateful papers, before I get ready for the day and make my way downstairs.

“Did the Alpha not return last night?” Emma asks, stepping out of the dining room with the uneaten dishes from last night.

“He came late, and I had fallen asleep,” I reply, forcing a smile as I lead the way to the kitchen.

“You look pale, Luna. Are you alright?” she asks as I make myself some cereal, even though I have no appetite.

Before I can reply, my phone rings.

It’s Valerie Scott, my Doctor and close friend.

“Hello?” I answer, stepping away from the table and leaving the kitchen for privacy.

“Zaia, I’m sorry to bother you so early. I was taking a second look at your reports, and I want you to come back for a few additional checks.”

“Valerie… is everything alright?” I ask nervously.

“Don’t worry, Zaia, just come see me as soon as possible.”

I hang up, fear settling into the pit of my stomach and I quickly hurry to leave, asking Ethan to have the car ready.

Once in the car, I tell him to drive me to the hospital.

He looks at me curiously as he obeys. “Is everything ok, Luna?”

“Oh yes, just going to go meet Valerie for brunch.”

It isn’t a complete lie.

Valerie is the head gynaecologist at the hospital, and I’m glad she is the one who found out about my baby.

We reach the hospital shortly after and I thank Ethan, telling him to wait for me.

The windy weather batters at me and I’m happy to step into the warmth of the hospital entrance.

“Do you have another appointment, Luna?” the lady at the front desk asks.

Gossip will spread like wildfire, knowing I came to the hospital two days in a row.

“Oh no, I-”

“She’s here to see me.”

We both turn, relieved to see Valerie standing there in her white coat with arms crossed.

“Ah, I see,” the prying woman behind the counter says before she smiles and returns to her paperwork. The smell of disinfectant is strong in the halls.

“I think it’s best to keep your pregnancy a secret for now,” Valerie whispers to me as she strides down the hallway and opens her office door.

“I think so too.” I agree, although my reasons are rather different.

Once inside the comfort of her office, she tells me to lie down on the bed so she can do a quick scan of my stomach. Since we are in her office, there is no screen opposite for me to be able to see the scan myself.

However, with the frown on her face deepening, I dare not disturb her as she takes measurements, observing the screen.

Finally, when she wipes the cold gel from my stomach and motions for me to get up, I ask her as I stand up, “Tell me Valerie, what is it?”

“You don’t need to worry too much, there is nothing wrong with the pregnancy itself, but...” She begins, but it’s too soon to be relieved. “Come, take a seat.”

I oblige. Taking a seat, she sighs as she sits down behind her desk.

“But?”

She sighs, tilting her head as she opens up a file on her desk.

“But your health isn’t great. I’m surprised, to be honest. You come from a strong bloodline, and you seem healthy and fit, but after looking through your reports… you are extremely weak and that can affect the growth of the children.” She puts the file down and I frown.

My eyes fly open. “Children?”

“Yes, Zaia, you are having twins, which makes me all the more worried about this pregnancy and your health.”

Twins! I’d be happier if the divorce wasn’t bothering me, but the doctor obviously doesn’t share the excitement with me. She’s worried.

“Will I lose them?” I ask, nervously.