Rise Of A Shattered Luna (Natalie) by Kave Derry novel Chapter 213

Chapter 213 Divorce Is Not My Idea

Jensen’s POV

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The sting of my mother’s slap was still radiating across my cheek, but it was nothing compared to the suffocating pressure of her presence.

Loretta was a storm, an Alpha’s widow who carried the authority of the moon itself.

As she stood there, her scent of jasmine and cold steel overriding the hospital’s bleach, I felt the walls of my life closing in.

“Mom!” I nearly choked on my own fury.

My wolf, Cairn, whimpered deep in my consciousness, cowed by the command of the pack’s former Luna.

What a mess this had become.

I was covered in the blood of a mate I didn’t want, watching my future with Natalie burn, while my mother prepared to build a monument out of the ashes.

But Loretta gave me no chance to explain.

She didn’t care about my feelings for Natalie or the secrets I suspected Sharon was hiding.

She turned to her attendants, her voice snapping like a whip.

“Book the best suite in this wing for the Luna. I want it sanitized and secured by our own pack warriors. Get a top–tier maternity nurse who knows how to handle a high–risk shifter pregnancy.”

“Yes, Luna.”

The staff rushed off, scattered by her command, leaving me standing uselessly at the side.

I was the Alpha yet in this hallway, I felt like a pup.

Memories of how she treated me after Dad’s death flooded back.

At that moment, the heavy double doors of the emergency room swung open.

The metallic scent of blood was still there, but it was fading beneath the smell of sedatives

As the gurney was wheeled out, Sharon lay beneath the white sheets, her face pale.

The moment she saw us, her eyes locked onto me.

“Jensen,” she whispered, her voice a fragile rasp.

She reached out a trembling hand toward me, her scent spiking with desperation.

“I’m carrying your child. You’re going to be a father… aren’t you happy?”

My face shifted through colors, my jaw clenching so hard i thought my teeth might shatter

Chapter 213 Divorce Is Not My Idea

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Happy?

I wanted to scream.

But my mother was standing right there, her eyes boring into me, waiting for a slip.

Before I could find a voice that wouldn’t betray my disgust, Loretta shoved me aside.

She stepped into the gap, taking Sharon’s hand and beaming at her with a warmth she had never once shown me.

“Don’t worry, Sharon,” Loretta said, her voice loud enough for any listening ears. “The child you’re carrying is ours. It is the heir to the Nightfang. Whether or not Jensen wants it, I do. I’ve already arranged everything for your pregnancy and delivery. From this moment on, no and I mean no one can lay a finger on you.”

At those words, tears spilled down Sharon’s cheeks.

“Mom…” she sobbed.

I watched the exchange with disgust.

Sharon had never even met Loretta; I had kept them apart, hoping to find a way out before the roots grew too deep.

Natalie, after five years at my side, had never been granted an audience with my mother.

The orderlies began moving the gurney toward the VIP suite, but Sharon clutched Loretta’s hand, pulling her closer.

She looked at my mother with pitiful, watery eyes.

“Mom, I really do want to have this baby for your family,” Sharon began, her voice dripping with a carefully rehearsed sorrow.

“But not long ago… I was set up. I ended up spending the night/with a beggar because I was drugged. I didn’t actually lose my innocence to him, I swear, but my reputation has still taken a hit. If I have this child, people will laugh at him. They’ll call him a bastard. Mom, maybe I shouldn’t keep this baby after all. I can’t let my shame touch your family name.”

She paused, casting a side–long, tearful glance at me. “And besides, Jensen thinks it’s humiliating. He wants to reject me. He–cold me I was ‘tainted goods. Don’t worry–once I end the pregnancy and clear the path, I’ll finalize the rejection. I won’t drag the family into my mess any longer.”

Loretta’s face darkened immediately, her Alpha–Luna aura flaring until the hallway grew cold.

“What nonsense are you spouting?” Loretta snapped, though her anger wasn’t directed at Sharon. “Abort the baby? Rejection? You’re almost three months along, Sharon; you are carrying his baby. You can’t just toss these words around lightly!

After soothing Sharon with a few more hollow promises, Loretta turned sharply toward me.

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