Crippled Luna's Farewell Half A Life Without My Alpha's Deadly Deception novel Chapter 2

Chapter 2 

When I regained consciousness in the healing den, I still couldn’t feel anything below my waist. My wolf essence remained dormant, separated from my broken body. 

Ethan knelt beside my bed, his face etched with perfectly crafted concern. He took my hand, pressing it to his cheek. 

“Sarah, how are you feeling? I can summon Elder Mitchell if the pain’s too much.” 

His expression mirrored the love I remembered, but his eyes were cold as winter frost. Amazing how far someone would go for another–how deeply they could deceive. 

I shook my head weakly, touching the stubble on his jaw. “You haven’t slept. Rest, I’m fine.” 

Ethan relaxed, quickly falling into exhausted slumber. I reached for his phone on the bedside table. The lock screen still showed our pre–Moonbinding photographs. 

His messaging app was open. Alexandra’s name was pinned at the top. 

The chat history made my blood run cold. Photos of Alexandra with a pup–their pup. Messages filled with domestic bliss: 

“Rose keeps asking for her daddy. She’s already got your good looks–she’ll be leading the pack hunt 

someday.” 

“She devoured that moon cake you sent. Your little warrior has quite the appetite.” 

“She’s begging to visit the sacred training grounds with you. Come run with her under the full moon 

soon?” 

Ethan never replied in text. But each photo had hours–long video call logs attached. 

I remembered how he’d claimed to dislike pups. Now I understood–he only disliked the idea of 

pups with me. 

He’d created a private photo album for them. The password? Rose’s birth date. Five thousand images chronicling three years of his secret family. Every moon phase celebration, every milestone–he was there with them. 

The second chat thread revealed conversations with the Pack’s Ceremonial Keeper, Luna Grace, who traditionally oversees all pack bonds and rituals. From the very start, one month ago, he’d given 

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them Alexandra’s measurements for the ceremonial robes. The binding scrolls bore their combined 

blood signatures 

He never intended me to see that reremony. 

I contacted Maya, my closest pack sister from the Northern Frost Pack, arranging transfer to their heating grounds. I began the ritual to sever my ties with the Mooncliff Pack. 

Maya didn’t question it, assuming I’d finally seen through Ethan’s deception. 

I drifted back to sleep, only to wake to Ethan’s orchestrated sobs. He clutched a healer’s scroll, shoulders shaking. 

“Sarah… the healers discovered you’re unable to bear pups. A curse from birth. But I won’t abandon you. You’re still my mate, no matter what.”