Luna wants nothing novel

Chapter 3 Margaret's POV George's mother, Imogen Pearl Whitaker, swept toward us with her two-million-dollar Hermès bag hooked elegantly over her arm, radiating aristocratic entitlement at every step. She pulled Finley protectively into her arms. The two of them stared at me as if I were the villain of the entire continent. I let out a humorless breath. So that was the truth. Bluebell Pack prided itself on valuing its heirs, yet they had allowed me, a Luna who could no longer bear pups, to sit in that position for nine whole years. Because they already had a backup plan. The irony stung.

The hemorrhage had hollowed me out, leaving my womb a barren wasteland for the sake of his heir. Imogen had always known the truth. Yet she still used that wound to belittle me in front of the entire pack. She'd sneer that I wasn't even a real woman, that someone like me didn't deserve a mate as exceptional as her son. And every time, George would simply frown and avoid the confrontation. Never defending me. Later, he would hold me and murmur. "My mother's just desperate for a heir. She doesn't mean it. Don't let it get to you. I only want you. With or without a child doesn't matter.

Your happiness is all I care about." Back then, I believed him. I believed his sincerity. And slowly, I stopped longing for a child of my own. But seven years passed. And suddenly they told me, my child had been alive all along. And now, he wouldn't even look at me with anything but disgust. What was I supposed to do? I closed my eyes. I couldn't look at any of them anymore. I turned to leave when George called after me. "Margaret, go home and wait for us. This won't take long." I didn't stop walking. Behind me, Imogen's irritated muttering carried across the hall. "Wait for what?

Tonight's celebration is for Isla. She's an Omega you discarded-she has no place at the party." "And Finley doesn't want to see her anyway. It's his birthday. We should respect his feelings." Chapter 3 216% My steps quickened. Until finally, it felt like fleeing. I burst out of the Pack Hall into bright sunlight. A perfect day for leaving. I released a long, shaking breath as my chest loosened slightly. A broken mate bond, nothing more. Leaving... that was what I hadn't told anyone. Except Paige Hargrave, my closest friend.

She pushed my three giant suitcases through the airport, weaving through crowds as she helped me check in. "Margaret, once you're gone, take good care of yourself. Don't waste a single tear on those spineless excuses for wolves. Don't worry. I'll never tell a soul where you went." She cursed George for a good ten minutes, then pointed a finger at me, issuing her decree: "Margaret! From now on, forget Bluebell Pack. Forget George Whitaker. From this day forward, you chase no man, only yourself. Promise me, sweetheart." Then she spun around and ran.

Afraid that if she stayed a second longer, I'd see her crying. My own tears broke the moment she turned, and they didn't stop. I couldn't stop. Everyone envied me for becoming Luna of Bluebell Pack, but only my closest friend knew whether I had ever truly been happy. At seventeen, when I first met George, our wolves recognized each other instantly, shouting Mate! I thought I had found my destiny. At eighteen, when we reunited in Italy, I thought fate had blessed me again. At twenty-two, when I married into the Whitaker line without hesitation, I believed it was happiness for a lifetime.

At twenty-three, when I suffered through agony to carry and birth our child, I thought the Goddess had smiled upon me with kindness, and my life was too perfect. But looking back at these nine years, it was all a hollow illusion. The happiness I clung to... was nothing but my own fantasy. From beginning to end, George had always placed Isla first. Even after she sealed a mate bond with someone else in the pack. Even then, he could still hand over our child to her without hesitation. Chapter 3 I had been painfully, pathetically naive. I cried until the boarding announcement echoed overhead.

Only then did my sobs subside enough for me to breathe. My phone buzzed with several notifications. George had sent me multiple messages. Chapter 3 2.16% Cedella Cedella is a passionate storyteller known for her bold romantic and spicy novels that keep readers hooked from the very first chapter. With a flair for crafting emotionally intense plots and unforgettable characters, she blends love, desire, and drama into every story she writes. Cedella's storytelling style is immersive and addictive-perfect for fans of heated romances and heart-pounding twists.