A Luna for Alpha Kieran-Chapter 71: Woman

Autumn stood in front of the mirror, the red dress clutched tight in her hand.

It was the kind of dress meant to be seen, to be admired, to be touched with the eye.

The kind of dress that screamed ’ look at me’ when all she wanted was to disappear.

Her fingers trembled as she lifted the hem of the dress she was wearing...a simple but comfortable donation from the Bloodfang pack.

Beneath it, her stomach was still flat, unmarked??Not really! Her scars were still there but there was no visible sign of the lives growing inside her.

Her pups.

Kieran’s pups.

The mere thought of it broke a dam somewhere. The flood came rushing. Pain, regret, rage, and something terrifyingly close to happiness tangled together in her chest,then burst forth, until she could not breathe.

A choked sound escaped her throat involuntarily. She pressed the right hand to her abdomen, as if she could feel them already...the babies growing in there...tiny heartbeats, tiny souls bound to a man who had shattered hers?

She wanted to run away from him... be free... never see him away... and she did... almost.. But now?

Fate again tied her up so bad with him... so bad... that she couldn’t even reject their bond... at least not in her present condition... and even if she did... then what? Those babies... would forever be his flesh and blood...

How? Why?

How could the Moon Goddess be this cruel to her? Would there be no respite??? Ever? What had she ever done to earn her wrath?

Her reflection stared back...hollow eyed, lips pressed into a thin line, her unevenly cut hair framing her petite face... she looked so vulnerable... so fragile... And she hated that.

"Do I even deserve to look presentable?" Self guilt! The traitorous kind. The kind that dug its nails into her already wounded chest.

Her claws pricked at her palms, her grip on the red dress tightening, the silk fibres straining under her nails.Her jaw clenched.Absent minded!

"Fuck," she whispered, voice trembling.

She didn’t even feel it...until the fabric tore slightly under her hand,

Rip...

A hand snatched the dress away before she could shred it. "You are going to murder that poor dress, darling," a soft, amused voice chimed behind her."Excuse the dress, sister!" Mara chided, shaking out the fabric with a dramatic sigh. "It’s done you no harm!"

Autumn blinked, the haze of emotion receding just enough for her to register Niva’s warm grip on her shoulder, steering her firmly towards the plush couch.

"Sit," Niva ordered, her voice softer than usual. "Before your knees give out again."

Autumn did not resist. She sank onto the cushions, her hands trembling in her lap.

Serra perched beside her, studying her face in the mirror. "You look like you are about to either scream or stab someone."

"Both," Autumn muttered.

Niva exhaled through her nose, then crouched in front of her, forcing Autumn to meet her gaze. "Listen to me, girl. Woman to woman." Her dark eyes burned with an intensity that brooked no argument. "No man is worth breaking your self worth. You come first. Always. No matter what."

Autumn’s throat tightened.

She had never heard anything like that!

Serra reached over, tucking a stray lock of hair behind Autumn’s ear. "And for the record? Any man who could not see your worth was blind."

A bitter laugh escaped Autumn’s lips. "Then why does it feel like I was the one who was not enough?"

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Mara, still holding the red dress, made a sound of disgust. "Ugh.Men." She flung the dress over a chair and marched to the vanity, snatching up a vial of perfume. "They are like dogs chasing after shiny things. Half the time, they don’t even know what they want until it’s gone."

Niva nodded. "And by then? It’s usually too late."

Autumn stared at her reflection again...at the three women surrounding her, their faces fierce with conviction.

Serra leaned in, her voice dropping to a whisper. "You want to know the truth, sweetheart? The right man doesn’t make you beg for scraps of his attention. He burns the world down just to stand in your light."

Autumn’s breath caught.

For the first time in weeks, something inside her...something bruised and broken...stirred.

Mara twirled the perfume bottle between her fingers, grinning. "So. Are we doing this? Or are we going to let some bastard ruin a perfectly good party?"

Niva arched a brow. "Your choice, wolf."

Autumn exhaled slowly. Then, with deliberate calm, she reached for the red dress.

"Never thought I would say this... Ok! Fine." Her voice was steadier now. "But if anyone tries to touch me, I am breaking their fingers."

Serra cackled. "At Bloodfang, we take sex very seriously. We follow no rules... we go wild but there is this one thing we swear by... Consent. You can rest assured nobody will dare to lay a finger even on a single strand of your hair, if you don’t want it! But... " She grinned ear to ear. " My suggestion will be to taste the wine. There will be so many flavours available... open for tasting. When the old one tasted sour, why hang on to it? You got this opportunity... use it!"

Autumn sighed.

Then exhaled...the tension in her shoulders easing just slightly. "Fine...Alright? " she relented, her fingers loosening their death grip on the couch cushions. Autumn scowled. "But I want to look like me...not like those sugar syrups flashing their tits on the road."

Niva smirked. "Good. Because you are terrifying."

"And you are glowing," Mara whispered dramatically as she held up a jeweled hairpin. "Mother of Wolves! It is the pregnancy hormones, isn’t it? Makes your skin all radiant and mysterious."

Autumn snorted. "Makes me nauseous and craving cold meat at three in the morning. Real glamorous."

"Same thing," Mara winked. "Nausea is beauty when you are carrying Alpha heirs! If only we could rub off some from your..."

Niva glared at Marra and she immediately shut up, "Oh! I forgot something!! " Marra turned around and walked straight out of the door.

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