SOPHIA’S POV
I went ahead with the procedure.
Even though my wolf whimpered inside me, I kept my jaw tight and my eyes forward. I signed the final consent form with a steady hand, refusing to show fear.
My wolf flicked her tail in agitation, begging me to reconsider, but I silenced her with a single, pained command in my mind: We survive on our terms.
When I woke up afterward, I felt an ache in my abdomen.
The pain wasn’t just physical. It was emotional too. Even my wolf’s spirit felt it.
Yet beneath the ache, there was something else... a strange kind of calm. This was my choice. It was my territory. My body. My future.
Dr. Nancy sat beside me, looking at me with concern.
"Sophia," she said carefully, "you’re strong, but strength isn’t about doing everything alone. That pup... you could have kept it. You still had time to reconsider."
I shook my head and stared at the window, watching the moon climb slowly into the sky.
"Strength," I whispered, "is choosing the life that keeps you sane. I did what I needed to do. I won’t bring a child into a home where their existence is used as leverage." I felt my throat tighten, but I didn’t look away. "Or into a world where the father already chose someone else."
Her expression softened. "Your wolf will mourn for a while. You must let her."
"I will," I said quietly. "But mourning isn’t the same as regret."
For the next day and a half, I stayed in the hospital, recovering.
I slept, drifted in and out, felt my wolf curl around me protectively. I allowed myself to feel the pain - not to break me, but to cleanse me.
When I was finally discharged, I followed the doctor’s instructions carefully. I rested. I ate. I healed slowly, inside and out. But eventually, the need to confront everything I left unresolved hit me.
Three days later, I drove to the Stonewall Villa to formally discuss the divorce.
As I approached the gates, my wolf growled at the familiar scent markers. I could still feel Damien’s alpha aura around the property. The guards recognized my car and let me in.
Inside the villa, I waited.
Minutes stretched into nearly an hour. I was exhausted but I was also determined. I had to do this.
Finally, the butler – Cherry - walked toward me with an apologetic look on her face. She looked nervous.
"Luna Sophia... Alpha Damien isn’t returning today. He said..." She hesitated. It was either she was unwilling or afraid to repeat his exact words.
"Say it," I said calmly.
She swallowed. "He said the two of you should ’try again next month.’"
For a moment, my breath simply... stopped. My wolf went silent. She was stunned.
Try again next month.
As if nothing had happened. As if my entire world hadn’t shattered. As if he owned my womb. As if I were a vessel he could schedule like a business appointment.
Cherry looked down. "He told me to give you that message."
"And the message was delivered," I said coldly.

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