THE CURSED LUNA

Amira pov

The sun was gradually disappearing behind the clouds, and the encroaching night enveloped the entire city. I found myself at my window, observing the birds chirping around me, which allowed me to reflect on my circumstances. The unsettling reality of my pregnancy was overwhelming. I remained lost in thought about my next steps until a cold breeze brushed against my skin, sending a shiver down my spine as I stood motionless.

With a soft moan, I grasped the iron frame of the window tightly. A profound sense of fear held me captive. The uncertainty of my pregnancy, compounded by my lack of knowledge regarding the father, weighed heavily on my mind. The only male who had ever touched me was Alpha Christian, and now I was grappling with the impossibility of being pregnant by him.

As the shadows deepened, a profound sense of despair began to envelop me. I was unable to dispel the notion that my life was slipping beyond my grasp. The glass of the window became clouded with my breath as I leaned my forehead against it, striving to organize my tumultuous thoughts.

The image of Alpha Christian surged into my consciousness, prompting me to question whether he could be the father. Yet, that seemed implausible. Our encounter had been brief, and I had been convinced of my safety. The recollection of that evening sent a chill through me. His intense gaze and authoritative demeanor had left me feeling both exposed and inexplicably attracted to him.

I withdrew from the window and began to pace the confines of the room, attempting to untangle the confusion swirling in my mind. I was in search of clarity, yet I was uncertain of where to begin. The father could theoretically be anyone... or so I reassured myself. However, deep within, I recognized the reality. Alpha Christian was the sole individual who had been intimate with me, and I could not dismiss the notion that he was linked to my pregnancy.

As the hours of the night progressed, I realized that a decision was imperative. I could no longer evade the truth. It was essential for me to confront Alpha Christian and seek the answers I desperately needed.

Yet, was I truly prepared for the revelations that awaited me? The weight of uncertainty was stifling, and I understood that I had to reclaim control over my life before it slipped away entirely.

I must conduct a thorough analysis of my circumstances; I refuse to be categorized as a cursed Luna while remaining vulnerable after all that has transpired. Luna Viviana, Sheelah, and Arian will face the consequences for the suffering they have inflicted upon me.

I will not allow myself to be a mere victim of an unplanned pregnancy. I resent the limitations imposed by my current situation.

I inhaled deeply, preparing myself for the obstacles that lay ahead. I refused to be hindered by fear or doubt. As I began to walk around my room, my thoughts surged with ideas of retribution and empowerment.

Initially, I needed to validate my suspicions regarding the identity of my child's father. The notion that Alpha Christian might be involved lingered in my mind, but I required concrete evidence. I resolved to collect more information about him and his pack.

Subsequently, I focused on Luna Viviana, Sheelah, and Arian. They had inflicted torment upon me for far too long, and it was time for them to face consequences. I started devising strategies to unveil their malicious actions and ensure they were held accountable.

As I continued to move, my resolve intensified. I would not remain a victim; I would become a warrior. I would advocate for my rights, my freedom, and my future. The child within me seemed to respond, as if it could sense my determination. I paused my pacing and placed a hand on my abdomen. "Together, we will overcome this," I murmured. "We will transcend the pain and the humiliation. We will carve out a new destiny, one where we hold the reins."

With a renewed sense of purpose, I began to formulate plans for my future. I would not allow the constraints of my current circumstances to limit me. I would create my own path, regardless of the challenges that lay ahead.

I utilized my landline to initiate an automatic reset of the line, with assistance from my computer expert, who simplified the process by altering the line to ensure it could not be traced.

I intend to make a call and issue a threat to the individual who has disrupted my life, specifically Sheelah. I will ensure that my identity remains concealed during this communication.

With the line secured and my identity safeguarded, I proceeded to dial Sheelah's number, my heart pounding with excitement. My computer specialist had guaranteed that the call would remain untraceable, allowing me to finally articulate the anger and frustration that had been festering within me.

As the phone rang, I inhaled deeply, mentally preparing for the impending confrontation. Sheelah picked up on the third ring, her voice laced with condescension. "Hello, darling. Who am I speaking to?" she purred.

I smirked to myself, enjoying the cloak of anonymity. "You are fully aware of who this is, Sheelah. I am calling to inform you that your games have come to an end." Sheelah's demeanor shifted to one of frostiness. "What are you implying?"

"You will learn shortly;" with that, I concluded the call.

Now, I am contacting Arian, the individual who nearly took my life. I will disguise my voice to prevent recognition.

I called Arian's number, my heart pounding with a mix of excitement and trepidation. I needed to exercise caution; it was imperative that he did not recognize my voice. To alter my tone, I employed a voice modulation application on my phone, rendering my voice deeper and more intimidating.

Arian picked up on the first ring, his voice smooth and inviting. "Hello?"

"You are quite difficult to contact, Arian," I stated, attempting to maintain a composed demeanor.

"Who am I speaking with?" Arian's voice shifted to one of wariness.

"Someone who is aware of your secrets," I responded, my grip on the phone tightening. "Someone who is informed."

Arian's silence spoke volumes. He was acutely aware of the subject of our conversation. "I have no idea what you mean," he feigned ignorance.ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .