The Pregnancy That Ruined My Luna CeremonyChapter 1 Shadows of betrayal
Willow POV
The night before my Luna ceremony, everything changed. It was supposed to be the eve of a joyous occasion, a union that would bind me to Alpha Noah, my fated mate, and make me the Luna of the pack. But fate had other plans.
A notification buzzed on my phone as I was going over the final details for tomorrow’s ceremony. I glanced at the screen and saw a message from an unknown number.
Curiously, I opened the message. What I saw froze the blood in my veins—a screenshot of Sabrina, standing in front of Noah, holding up a baby scan. His face was filled with joy and pride. My hands trembled as I scrolled to the next image, where he was embracing her, his expression filled with a happiness he had never shown me.
The truth glared at me. Sabrina was pregnant. And judging by Noah’s reaction, he was the father of the baby not just that, he had a sash across his shoulder that read ‘Super dad’.
My mind raced, the room spinning as the reality of what just happened hit me. Tomorrow, I was supposed to become Luna, but now... how could I stand before the pack, knowing that Noah had already staked his claim on another? How could I bind myself to a man who had betrayed me so completely?
With shaking hands, I dialed Noah’s number, needing to hear his voice, to confirm what I already knew deep in my bones. But even as the phone rang, I knew that nothing he could say would fix this.
The call connected, but instead of his usual warm greeting, Noah’s voice was cold, detached.
"Willow, what’s going on? Tomorrow is your Luna ceremony, why are you calling me this late?"
I could hear voices in the background, and then the unmistakable sound of Sabrina laughing. The sound pierced through my heart causing pain. Memories of the pictures I had just seen flitted into my mind.
My voice was steady, but I was boiling with anger inside. "Noah, do you have something you need to tell me?"
There was a pause, and then his tone hardened. "Willow, I’m busy. Can this wait?"
"Busy with what? Celebrating Sabrina’s pregnancy?" The words tasted bitter as I spat them out.
Silence. For a split second, I thought the call had dropped. But then I heard the sharp inhale of breath on the other end, followed by his response—cold, calculating.
"Where did you hear that?" His voice was low, a dangerous edge creeping in.