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Lily’s POV:
For the past month, I’ve been playing my cards just right—lying low, acting as good as I possibly could. And it’s working. I’ve managed to regain so of the trust from the pack mbers I’d lost. Nelly and Lucas think of as a reford soul, a mother who’s turned over a new leaf, and it’s all thanks to Michael. That kid served his purpose well, the poor thing. He doesn’t even realize he’s just a pawn in my ga. He calls his best friend, all smiles and trust. How cute. Too bad I can’t love him.
Every ti I look at Michael, he reminds of the mistake I made. He’s the child of my mate, a man who deceived in every way possible. The bitterness surges up in whenever I see his innocent face. If I didn’t have any use for him, I would’ve aborted him the mont I killed his father.
Yes, I killed my mate. And I don’t regret it for a second.
He was a pathetic excuse for a man who lured away from my rightful future as Luna. Promised the world, said he’d make happy. What a joke. All he offered was misery, a life far beneath what I deserved. Sure, he loved , adored , even, but love isn’t power. And I craved power. Leaving behind my chance to be Luna was the biggest mistake of my life, and I blad the stupid mate bond for every second of it. It enchanted with that initial rush—the magic of the bond, the heat of passion, the thrilling connection that blinded to the truth.
But as the months passed, I realized how shallow that bond truly was. It didn’t co with respect, didn’t give authority. It was just a hollow promise of a life I didn’t want. So, I ca back to Drake. Being Luna was far more appealing than so weak mate pull that couldn’t give what I needed.
Drake—now, Drake was different. Three days before I ran off with my mate, I’d had the best night of my life with Drake. He wasn’t my mate, but damn, he knew how to treat a woman. He made feel things I never thought possible, took to heights of pleasure I didn’t even know existed. That night stayed with , even when the mate pull took over, dragging into that disastrous bond with a man who could never asure up.
I should’ve rejected my mate right then after realizing that I was pregnant with his child after jumping in bed with him three days after being in bed with drake, it was a perfect cover up. But the mont I found out we were mates, I was consud by that stupid mate pull. It was intoxicating—the rush of finding each other, the magnetic attraction that drew us into bed imdiately. I should have lied to Drake I was pregnant with his child. He would’ve married , no questions asked, and I would’ve beco Luna, just like I was ant to be. There would’ve been no Leila to ruin everything. But no, I fell for the mate bond and the smooth words of a man who was beneath . The stupid mate bond made weak, blinded . And by the ti I realized my mistake, I was trapped in a life I hated.
Six months and a half. That’s all I could stand. So I killed him. It was easier than I thought it would be. And I ca back to Drake, hoping he hadn’t found his mate yet. I was ready to tell him the baby was his, claim I was pregnant before I left. He would’ve believed , would’ve taken back, and everything would’ve been perfect.
But then she happened. Leila. That stupid bitch who ruined everything.
If I could kill my mate, Leila would be no problem. I’ve done it before, and I’ll do it again. The plan is already in motion, and it’s foolproof. A little wolfsbane in her food, just enough to make it look like she’s aborting her baby on her own. After all, she had already expressed doubts about keeping it, didn’t she? Nobody will question it when it looks like she was the one taking the wolfsbane on purpose. They’ll think she changed her mind, wanted to end it all quietly. The pack will be disappointed in her, maybe even turn their backs on her. And by the ti they realize what’s really happened, it’ll be too late.
Once the baby’s gone, I’ll finish her off completely. No one will suspect a thing. And Drake? He’ll be devastated, heartbroken. But I’ll be there, waiting, comforting him. He’ll co to realize that I’m the only one who truly deserves to stand by his side. Leila’s downfall is inevitable, and I’ll make sure she suffers every step of the way.
It’s almost too perfect. Soon, the pack will see Leila for what she really is—a failure. And then, they’ll see , standing where I was always ant to be. As Luna.
Let the gas begin.
Leila’s POV:
I had gone over to Nelly’s place for a chat since restlessness had gotten the best of . Drake was busy with Lucas, preparing for Raphael’s execution tomorrow and waiting for Marcus to slip up once more. The idea of being surrounded by a female presence, especially Nelly, was comforting. She was the closest thing I had to a friend, and I needed that connection, now more than ever.
When I arrived, I found Lily playing with Michael, her son. The affection between them was undeniable. Michael adored her; the way he looked at Lily with those wide, innocent eyes lted my heart a little. He was growing up quickly—learning to walk, stumbling about with his little feet. Every ti Lily moved, Michael’s eyes would follow her, his tiny hands raised as he tried to walk toward her, calling out in his baby voice, "Lala." His whole face lit up with a smile when he saw her.
I couldn’t help but think how cute they looked together. Lily’s transformation over the past few weeks had been a marvel to witness. She had been a completely different person before—cold, conniving, and full of venom. But now, every ti I saw her with Michael, she was tender, her eyes soft as she cared for him. Today was no different. When she spotted , she picked Michael up and headed my way with that sweet smile she’d been wearing lately.
"Lily," I greeted her with a nod, my eyes drifting toward Michael, who was beaming at her.
She smiled, her face glowing as she gently bounced Michael in her arms. "Hey, Leila. How are you feeling today?"
Her tone was warm, her smile genuine. It was strange, considering everything we’d been through. We hadn’t been friends, not even close. But lately, we had small, polite conversations, mostly centered around Michael. I didn’t know how to feel about it. This new side of Lily, this doting mother, felt almost... comforting.
As I watched her with her son, I began to wonder if it was possible for people to change. If Lily—who had been wicked beyond redemption in so many ways—could turn her life around for her child, then maybe motherhood truly had the power to heal. Watching her gave a glimr of hope for myself.
I still didn’t know if I would be a good mother. My own childhood had been difficult, filled with neglect and hardship. How could I love a child when I had never felt loved myself? But looking at Lily now, holding Michael with such love in her eyes, I realized that change was possible. If she could do it, maybe I could too. Maybe I could learn how to love in ways I’d never experienced before, to give my child the warmth and affection that had been denied to .
With Lily’s transformation in front of , I felt a small sense of comfort. Perhaps I could find my way as a mother after all. I would give my child everything I never had, and that thought filled with both fear and hope.
I smiled at Lily, though my mind was still turning over all the thoughts about motherhood. It was strange, being in her presence now, feeling this quiet admiration for how well she was doing with Michael.
"You’re really great with him," I said, gesturing to the baby still smiling up at her.
Lily’s face softened, a mix of pride and tenderness shining through. "Thanks. He’s my world now."
I nodded, feeling a bit awkward. For so long, I had been wary of her, but now, it felt like we were both standing on common ground—each of us learning how to navigate this new life as mothers.
"By the way," she said, breaking the mont, "Nelly’s in the kitchen, if you’re looking for her."
I nodded, giving Michael one last trickle before heading toward the house. "I’ll catch up with her later. See you around, Lily."
As she walked away, I turned and made my way to the kitchen. Nelly was busy preparing food when I entered. She looked up and smiled.
"How’s everything going?" she asked, wiping her hands on her apron.
"Good," I replied, sitting down at the kitchen island. "I was just with Lily. She’s... actually really wonderful with her baby. It’s surprising."
Nelly smiled. "She’s co a long way. Sotis, motherhood has a way of bringing out the best in people."
I paused for a mont, then shifted the conversation. "So... tomorrow’s the day, huh? Raphael’s execution."
Nelly nodded, her face hardening. "Yes, it’s ti to finally put an end to that Chapter."
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