Chapter 6 Chapter 0006

•RAVEN•

[FIVE YEARS LATER]

"Congratulations, Luna. You are eight weeks pregnant," the medic said as she came back and handed me my pregnancy report with a scan.

I couldn't believe it when she told me the news.

My chest tightened, then swelled, tears immediately filling my eyes. I pressed my palm over my stomach, barely daring to breathe as joy rushed through me.

Eight weeks.

I had been carrying his heir for two months without even knowing.

My heart leaped with joy, thinking that maybe this time Tristan would love me.

He had been speaking of having an heir for five years now, but nothing happened. And I thought maybe that was the reason he had never looked at me as his wife.

He always reminded me we were in an agreement, and not a marriage. That in five years from the time we got married, he'd get rid of me.

But I had fallen in love with him. So instead of wishing for June to come around in two months, I wanted him to finally fall in love with me.

Perhaps when he found out about the baby, he'd be mine. He would finally see me as his Luna and the woman who had built the pack by his side.

He knew how hard I worked to keep our pack together and our home together. I had businesses which generated a lot of money for the pack and the pack house.

Tristan had everything he wanted, but an heir. And now, I was carrying one. Surely he would be mine.

“Thank you, Jane,” I whispered hoarsely, clutching the report to my chest.

"I wish you and Alpha Tristan an amazing journey to parenthood," she replied with a smile as I got off the chair. "A midwife will be assigned to help you throughout your second trimester when you come for your 12-week scan."

"Thank you."

As I left the clinic, my heart was racing. As I stepped into my car, my fingers brushed over my belly again.

I drove home in a haze of anticipation. Every memory of Tristan flashed through my mind — his cold stares, his clipped words, and his distant presence.

Yet also the rare moments when he wasn’t completely closed off to me: the way he once held my hand at a council meeting, how he had nodded approvingly at my work for the pack, and how he never denied my leadership as Luna.

I had built this pack with him.

I had stood beside him through wars, negotiations, betrayals, and losses.

I had invested my time, my heart, and my soul into this home. Surely that meant something. Surely I meant something.

By the time I reached the pack house, my hands were still shaking. I parked hurriedly and rushed inside, clutching the scan and report close to me.

I wanted to surprise Tristan.

I imagined walking into his office, placing the scan on his desk, and watching his face change. I pictured his hardened expression softening, his eyes widening, and maybe even a smile forming.

My heart fluttered at the thought.

Instead, I headed toward our bedroom. If he wasn’t in his office, he would be there.

I climbed the stairs quickly, my heels clicking against the marble floor. When I reached our door, I paused, straightening my posture, rehearsing what I would say in my mind.

'Tristan, I have something important to tell you.'

I inhaled deeply and pushed the door open, and my world shattered in an instant.

The scan slipped from my fingers, and the papers fluttered to the floor, causing my breath to hitch for a moment.

On our bed, the bed I had slept in with Tristan, enduring every moment he didn't touch me unless he was drunk, lay Tristan.

He was naked, and beside him was my sister, Rumi. The same girl I held dear to my heart, thinking of her as my only family.

Her legs were tangled with his, and her fingers were buried in his hair. Tristan’s body hovered over hers, his face buried against her neck.

For a heartbeat, I couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe and couldn't think.

They hadn’t even noticed me at first as they kept groaning, fucking while I was there and watching.

“Tristan,” I whispered, my voice trembling so badly it barely sounded like my own.

He instantly stopped moving, lifted his eyes, and looked at me. For a split second, he looked shocked, but it vanished just as quickly.

Rumi gasped, scrambling to sit up and clutching the sheet to her chest. “R-Raven!” she stammered. “I—I can explain—”

“Get out,” I said hoarsely, my gaze never leaving Tristan.

She hesitated.

“Now.”

She scrambled out of bed, grabbing her discarded clothes in a panic before rushing past me without even meeting my eyes.

The door slammed shut behind her.

Tristan swung his legs over the side of the bed, completely unbothered by his nakedness as he reached for his boxers and pulled them on.

He didn’t apologize or look guilty. And something told me this wasn't the first time he had slept with my sister.

My hands curled into fists at my sides as tears burned in my eyes. “How long?” I whispered.

He sighed, running a hand through his hair as though I were the inconvenience here. “A while.”

My chest tightened. “A while?” I scoffed. “With my sister?”

He finally looked at me, almost as if he didn't care how I felt about his cheating. He leaned closer before he answered.

“Our marriage was a deal. You knew that from the beginning. You were a suitable Luna, nothing more. I never wanted you as a woman.”

Tears spilled down my cheeks.

“Then why marry me?” I choked. "Why did you bring me here?"

"You agreed to this, Raven," he scoffed. "Or have you forgotten? You signed up for a loveless marriage because you knew there was nothing you could've achieved on your own. Not when you're a useless omega. Thank the moon I never had a child with you because I'd have the greatest regret of my life when June arrives."

I swallowed as my stomach dropped.

"Once this arrangement is over, I never want to see you again, Raven. Not in my house or this pack," he added before he walked past me and left.