Chapter 2

Over time, I got to know him better.

He told me he had secretly loved me for three years. That day—when I tried to end it all—he just happened to see me, followed me when he sensed something was wrong, and saved my life.

He held me more than once after that, each time whispering how grateful he was to have found me in time. His burning, steadfast love pulled me out of the darkness I had been drowning in. And before I knew it, I had fallen for him—completely, hopelessly.

Two years later, we got married.

On our wedding day, under the full moon, he marked me as his Luna. The ceremony had been Pinterest-perfect—charcuterie boards from Eataly, a Coldplay string quartet, and Clark crying into his Monogrammed handkerchief as we slow-danced to "All of Me".

He told me he wanted the whole world to know I was his mate.

That night, wrapped in his arms, he whispered, "I finally married you. I’ll love you for the rest of my life."

But now, just three years into our marriage, he’d managed to shatter every beautiful illusion I once had about us.

The memories vanished as the harsh scent of disinfectants in the hospital brought me back to reality. The sterile whiteness of the ceiling above me felt suffocating.

Alpha Clark was still holding my hand.

"Baby, you said we should never talk about severing the bonds between us in the heat of a fight," he murmured, trying to calm me down.

He thought that once I knew Omega Taylor’s baby was from IVF, I’d... get over it.

"Please, don’t be mad anymore," he added softly.

He was all I had.

And God helped me, and I still loved him.

I looked at him in silence. My heart felt like it was being ripped apart, but my eyes were too dry to cry.

"Clark," I said with my low voice, "could you accept me having a child with another man? One that’s biologically mine but not yours?"

"Of course not," he snapped.

But then he froze. His expression tightened.

I let out a bitter laugh. "So tell me—how am I supposed to accept this?"

That child would always be between us.

No matter what, Omega Taylor would forever be tethered to him because of it.

He looked like he wanted to say something, but after seeing the look in my eyes, the words caught in his throat.

His fingers slowly slipped from mine. He looked down and muttered, "I didn’t think it through. Omega Taylor said she didn’t believe in marriage—she just wanted a child. She begged me, and I— I was stupid. I gave in."

What a convenient excuse.

But deep down, I knew the truth: Alpha Clark wanted a child.

And I couldn’t give him one.

When I was a kid, I fell into a frozen lake in the dead of winter. The silver-laced water damaged my body. I’d never be able to carry a child.

When I told him that, he held me tight and cried harder than I did.

He swore it didn’t matter. That being with me was enough.

For three years, his parents pressured us again and again to have kids. Each time, he always tell me not to care about his parents’ words. He even faked a medical report saying he was the one who was infertile—just to stop them from blaming me.

Back then, he treated me like I was the most precious thing in the world.

That’s why even the most minor betrayal now feels like a dagger through my chest.

"Clark," I said, my voice cold and steady, "you need to choose. Me or the child."

I already knew what his answer would be.

His silence was louder than any words.

I didn’t press him further. The tension in the room grew unbearable.

"Then, sever the bonds between us", I said again.

This time, he looked up. His eyes were red, and tears streamed down his face.

"No," he choked. "I won’t agree with that. If you really can’t accept it. I’ll send her away. I’ll send them both away."