The Tale Of A Pregnant Luna novel Chapter 8

Chapter 7: (edited)

I stared the man before me. He was indeed beautiful. But where had I seen him before? I know I've seen him somewhere.

"Are you sure you're okay?" he questioned. I nodded, as I lay my hand on my stomach. He wouldn't know though.

He looked confused and lost, as well as tired. I looked at him once more and stared at his face expression.

"Is something the matter?" I questioned him. He tuned to me and smiled.

"No nothing, I hope to see you soon... "he slowed down.

" Colleen" I said. He nodded smiling.

"Yes, Colleen" he walked off waving goodbye, well that was it. I shook my head heading home. I got in the bus and rode in silence. My earphones plugged in my ears and the only sound my baby's heart beat, with no music, just the silence, of the little budum.

The bus stopped and I walked the way home, getting home, I checked in on mother like always. There she lay down a book In her hand. I took the book putting it on the side table, switching off the lamplight.

I then walked to the kitchen preparing something to eat. I was starting and I can't explain how painful hunger feels. I quickly pulled out some of last night's leftovers and heated it in the microwave.

The microwaved beeped and I opened it taking out my hot and steamy plate of food. I sat at the counter on one of the barstools and began eating. I don't know why but my mind kept drifting off to an earlier. I don't know why but I get the feeling I know him, which is very strange.

I washed my dishes and headed straight for bed. Lying down on my right side, I listened carefully as my babies Heartbeat sounded in my ears. The sound was a melody in my ears. I began thinking about the future, about what ifs.

What if alpha had not Rejected me, would I have been happy?

Funny how I refer to him as alpha, cause I never called out his name casually, only once and I dont even want to remember. no one spoke much about him as muicgh in the pack, as one would excpect. He was just the alpha. But there were stories of him being cold hearted and cunning, him being bad and ruthless and mostly merciless. but no matter the rumours that circulated around, he always stood and proud and he stayed as an alpha because he was known for his loyalty and love towards the pack. But the question that had always struck me was, why? why was he the weay he was? Why was he seen as such? well the questioned answered itself after that night. A man like him, one that stood as though eh had dignity was nothing but a playboy, that couoldnt differentuiate between right and wrong. my naive idea of

I let my self think of an answer but nothing came to mind but slowly I was drifting off to sleep, and I was brought into a world of warm comforting darkness.