Chapter 79
Chapter 79:
“Just trust me,” he said.
“I don’t…”
The lights came on at that moment, revealing Mr. Mico and some other familiar faces from the pack, including people I didn’t even recognize.
“What exactly is going on?” I muttered to myself silently.
“You will find out soon,” Tristan said, walking away with my son.
“Five years ago, when I first saw you, I knew I had met the woman of my dreams. And the moment you left me, I couldn’t live. I stayed as a shattered man with no hope about the world. I lived like a dead man because you were nowhere to be found. But the moment you made your way back into my life, my dark world suddenly brightened up, and everything came back to life.”
“You are my dream come true, Amira. A blessing to me, my pack, and everything I possess, which is why it is time I do the needful so you don’t leave me again.”
“Amira, I do not care about your past, all I care about is you and your present. Will you marry me? Be my wife, the Luna of the Moonlight Pack, the mother to my pups, and remain the light in my darkness?”
“Christian,” I mumbled, trying to hold back my tears. He was on his knees, holding out a diamond ring as he asked.
“You can’t get married to her,” a voice interrupted. Everyone turned towards the voice.
“I am carrying Alpha Christian’s child in my womb. I’m pregnant for him,” she said loudly, making my eyes widen in surprise.
Sheela’s POV
A Few Minutes Ago
“What do you think Alpha Christian is trying to do?” I asked Luna Vivienne, feeling uneasy.
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“How would I know when he didn’t even involve me in his plans?” She asked, looking frustrated.
“I don’t feel good about this. I think he’s trying to do something we won’t like, and he’s doing everything on his own, which makes the whole thing even more suspicious,” I said nervously.
“This wouldn’t be happening if your womb had formed a child after having such a golden opportunity with him,” she hissed loudly.
“Well…”
“You had the opportunity in the first place, but it’s a pity that you’re not even pregnant yet,” she interrupted, her voice sharp.
“What do we do now? Even Tristan is here, giving him a helping hand. We thought he would fight for Amira, but he ended up disappointing us when he said he’s happy as long as Amira is happy.”
“Why would a cursed girl deserve happiness? What does she even need it for?” I ranted.
“Just keep your mouth shut and let me think of something. You’re not helping matters at all. You need to think with your head, not rant with your mouth,” Vivienne snapped in anger.
I rolled my eyes at her. Why would she yell when this is all her fault and that of her son? She can’t even talk to him like a mother; all she does is shout. Yet, he always ends up doing whatever he wants.
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