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The Mourning of LunaChapter 7
Chapter 7：707words
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In the moment before my consciousness completely dispersed, I used the final remaining strength in my body.
Through the sacred, unbreakable spiritual connection between mates, I sent a desperate cry for help to Alex.
*Alex... save me...*
*Save our child...*
This was my last hope.
No matter what he had done to me, we were still mates.
He could feel my pain, he could find me.
If only he was willing.
...
Meanwhile, inside the Black Moon Pack's main fortress, a grand celebration was underway.
Alex, as the night's absolute protagonist, was surrounded by Alphas and elders who had come to congratulate him.
He held his wine glass, enjoying everyone's flattery and compliments.
"Alex, congratulations! From now on, the Northern Territory is your domain!"
"Under your leadership, the Black Moon Pack will surely reach new heights of glory!"
At that moment, a sharp mental wave filled with pain and fear pierced his mind through the mate bond.
It was Ella.
Alex's hand holding the wine glass paused momentarily.
He frowned, a flash of impatience crossing his face.
*Again, like this.*
*This woman, always so sentimental and emotionally fragile.*
*So what if she was bitten by Moon Shadow? Is it necessary to transmit such negative emotions through our bond?*
*How annoying.*
*I'm busy. Don't bother me.*
Without a second thought, he unilaterally and brutally cut off the mental connection, coldly sending back this thought.
He couldn't even be bothered to ask what was actually happening to her.
He turned around, immersing himself once again in the noise and revelry of the party.
...
My world completely collapsed at the moment I received his cold response.
All hope, all struggles, turned to ashes.
It turned out that in his heart, my desperate cries for help were merely a "tantrum."
My heart died.
Completely died.
...
When I woke again, I was in an unfamiliar tent filled with the scent of herbs.
A tall, straight figure stood guard by my bedside.
It was Ethan.
The Alpha of the Daylight Pack.
"You're awake." His voice was steady and gentle, with a barely perceptible hint of relief.
"Was it you... who saved me?" I spoke, only to discover my voice was dry and hoarse.
"My patrol found you at the border," Ethan handed me a cup of warm water. "You lost too much blood. Your condition was critical."
I took a sip of water to moisten my throat.
Then I asked the question I feared most.
"My child..."
Ethan's silence had already given me the answer.
A female doctor approached, her face showing regret and sympathy.
"I'm sorry, Lady Ella. We did our best, but... we couldn't save the child."
I stared at the top of the tent, neither crying nor speaking.
My tears seemed to have been drained dry in that blood-colored rainy night.
Inside my body remained only endless emptiness and numbness.
My child, whose heartbeat I hadn't yet had the chance to feel, whom I hadn't yet had the chance to embrace, had left me just like that.
Killed by the joint hands of its own father and that malicious woman.
I had no time to indulge in sorrow.
I looked at Ethan, my face expressionless.
"Ethan, I need you to do me a favor."
"Tell me."
"I need a detailed medical report that clearly states the cause of my miscarriage was due to aggressive wounds from a wild beast."
Though Ethan didn't understand, he nodded.
"Also," I took out the "Blood Oath of Mate Severance" from my inner pocket, which I had prepared long ago, written in my own blood.
I sealed it together with the freshly prepared medical report.
"Please have your messenger deliver this to the Black Moon Pack immediately."
I paused for a moment, then added:
"It must be delivered personally into Alpha Alex's hands. Tell him this is from his Luna—a coronation gift."
After doing all this, I felt the last bit of strength in my body completely drain away.
Under Ethan's escort, I boarded the aircraft heading to Daylight Pack territory.
Looking out the window at the rapidly receding dark forest of Black Moon territory, my heart felt completely dead.
Goodbye, Alex.
From now on, between us, there is nothing but blood feud.
Through the sacred, unbreakable spiritual connection between mates, I sent a desperate cry for help to Alex.
*Alex... save me...*
*Save our child...*
This was my last hope.
No matter what he had done to me, we were still mates.
He could feel my pain, he could find me.
If only he was willing.
...
Meanwhile, inside the Black Moon Pack's main fortress, a grand celebration was underway.
Alex, as the night's absolute protagonist, was surrounded by Alphas and elders who had come to congratulate him.
He held his wine glass, enjoying everyone's flattery and compliments.
"Alex, congratulations! From now on, the Northern Territory is your domain!"
"Under your leadership, the Black Moon Pack will surely reach new heights of glory!"
At that moment, a sharp mental wave filled with pain and fear pierced his mind through the mate bond.
It was Ella.
Alex's hand holding the wine glass paused momentarily.
He frowned, a flash of impatience crossing his face.
*Again, like this.*
*This woman, always so sentimental and emotionally fragile.*
*So what if she was bitten by Moon Shadow? Is it necessary to transmit such negative emotions through our bond?*
*How annoying.*
*I'm busy. Don't bother me.*
Without a second thought, he unilaterally and brutally cut off the mental connection, coldly sending back this thought.
He couldn't even be bothered to ask what was actually happening to her.
He turned around, immersing himself once again in the noise and revelry of the party.
...
My world completely collapsed at the moment I received his cold response.
All hope, all struggles, turned to ashes.
It turned out that in his heart, my desperate cries for help were merely a "tantrum."
My heart died.
Completely died.
...
When I woke again, I was in an unfamiliar tent filled with the scent of herbs.
A tall, straight figure stood guard by my bedside.
It was Ethan.
The Alpha of the Daylight Pack.
"You're awake." His voice was steady and gentle, with a barely perceptible hint of relief.
"Was it you... who saved me?" I spoke, only to discover my voice was dry and hoarse.
"My patrol found you at the border," Ethan handed me a cup of warm water. "You lost too much blood. Your condition was critical."
I took a sip of water to moisten my throat.
Then I asked the question I feared most.
"My child..."
Ethan's silence had already given me the answer.
A female doctor approached, her face showing regret and sympathy.
"I'm sorry, Lady Ella. We did our best, but... we couldn't save the child."
I stared at the top of the tent, neither crying nor speaking.
My tears seemed to have been drained dry in that blood-colored rainy night.
Inside my body remained only endless emptiness and numbness.
My child, whose heartbeat I hadn't yet had the chance to feel, whom I hadn't yet had the chance to embrace, had left me just like that.
Killed by the joint hands of its own father and that malicious woman.
I had no time to indulge in sorrow.
I looked at Ethan, my face expressionless.
"Ethan, I need you to do me a favor."
"Tell me."
"I need a detailed medical report that clearly states the cause of my miscarriage was due to aggressive wounds from a wild beast."
Though Ethan didn't understand, he nodded.
"Also," I took out the "Blood Oath of Mate Severance" from my inner pocket, which I had prepared long ago, written in my own blood.
I sealed it together with the freshly prepared medical report.
"Please have your messenger deliver this to the Black Moon Pack immediately."
I paused for a moment, then added:
"It must be delivered personally into Alpha Alex's hands. Tell him this is from his Luna—a coronation gift."
After doing all this, I felt the last bit of strength in my body completely drain away.
Under Ethan's escort, I boarded the aircraft heading to Daylight Pack territory.
Looking out the window at the rapidly receding dark forest of Black Moon territory, my heart felt completely dead.
Goodbye, Alex.
From now on, between us, there is nothing but blood feud.