Chapter 17 Is She Pregnant?

[Gianna's Perspective]

After that night with Dennis, I thought I would see him again. But I didn't.

But he never visited me, never reached out. No sympathy, no concern, no desire.

I was nothing to him but a duty to fulfill—a tool to secure his lineage.

The days that followed stretched endlessly. At first, I thought I'd go mad waiting, but I found solace in painting.

Jessica, always attentive, discovered my passion and arranged for a private studio outfitted with canvases, paints, and brushes. It was a kindness I didn't expect, especially since the music room was no longer available to me.

Time slipped away unnoticed. Hours turned to days, days into weeks.

The world outside the Blood Moon pack's estate was breathtaking. Beyond the pack's borders, I could see a small, peaceful village. On sunny days, when the golden light streamed through the windows, it felt as if hope itself had taken form.