Chapter 4

Jasmine's Perspective

"We regret to inform you, Luna Jasmine, that the infant didn't survive."

I gazed vacantly at the opposite wall. I had anticipated an emotional breakdown – sobbing, screaming, and pleading – but instead, I experienced an unexpected serenity and lucidity. Rather than feeling hollow due to my child's passing, I felt oddly relieved. My baby wouldn't have to endure a household devoid of love and honesty, filled with deception and suspicion. Perhaps the child's death was a blessing in disguise.

I looked at my nearby phone. Liam hadn't reached out to me. Surprisingly, I didn't feel hurt or distressed by this, just... resigned.

There was an unread message from an unfamiliar number. Upon opening it, a wry smile crossed my face. Mira had taken a picture of herself and Liam, both unclothed in bed during the morning. Liam slept peacefully. The image was accompanied by a brief message: Is he not your mate?

The sender's identity was obvious. She was trying to provoke me, assuming I would care. Previously, I might have, but now I saw things clearly. I refused to pretend to be a content Luna with an unfaithful, cheating mate.

It was time to take control of my life. I realized Liam wasn't meant for me. I needed to release him and progress. Though my wolf mourned the idea of losing her mate, she comprehended my decision. Our mate had inflicted too much suffering upon us.

I didn't want to linger in the pack's medical facility. I was eager to reclaim my life immediately. As soon as I was sufficiently recovered, I began preparations to depart.

"But Luna, you should stay. We've finally contacted Alpha Liam. He's en route," one of the healers objected.

"I'm leaving now. Liam can go to hell for all I care," I declared resolutely.

The healers in the room stared at me, astonished, as I strode past them with my chin up.

Just as I exited the room, I spotted Liam hurrying down the corridor, looking distraught, with Mira following behind.

His eyes were red as he approached. "Oh Jas, I heard," he exclaimed, attempting to embrace me.

I swiftly stepped back, raising my hand to stop him. "Don't you dare," I said frostily, with an icy glare.

He halted, his brows furrowing in pain. "Come on, Jas. I'm sorry I wasn't there. I'm truly sorry about the baby. But we can try again, Jas," he said gently.

His words ignited fury within me. How dare he imply it was my fault?

"I lost the baby?" I snarled, "I lost the baby?!" I screamed in rage.