Chapter 6
Damon couldn’t react at first.
After a long pause, he hoarsely asked,
“What did you say?
Elena is dead? Our child is gone?”
Cameron didn’t dare to speak further, instead, he opened a video on his phone and showed it to Damon.
The background was the sea, and the time was just after midnight.
I stood by the water, holding an urn of ashes, and in despair, I jumped in.
The video was taken by a photographer who accidentally caught the scene.
“That’s impossible! She can’t be Elena! Our child didn’t die!”
Damon staggered a few steps.
In the video, right before I jumped, I turned around to look back.
Just one glance, and Damon could immediately recognize that it was me.
My death made the headlines.
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Everyone murmured in disbelief, lamenting my untimely death, how I wouldn’t live to enjoy being Luna.
Only Damon didn’t believe I was dead.
Even my body had to be retrieved by Delilah.
She brought back two urns.
The day of my burial, Damon got drunk in our bedroom.
Delilah came to see him, and the room reeked of strong alcohol.
“Damon, today is the day Elena and your child are being laid to rest. You should go and see them?”
Hearing my name, Damon got up from the floor like a crazed beast.
“She’s not dead! Elena isn’t dead! Delilah, you’re lying to me, aren’t you?”
“Everyone’s been lying to me! Is it fun? Is it?”
His eyes were bloodshot as he stumbled toward the living room.
“Elena isn’t dead, she was going to bring me ginger soda!”
For the past seven years of bonding, every time Damon came back from business, I would prepare ginger soda for him and feed it to him, one sip at a time.
Seeing his such deep affection for me, Delilah slapped him.
“Damon, where have you been all this time? You didn’t cherish her when she was here, now that she’s gone, you regret it! Even your child–this is because you forced her to kneel, leading to a premature birth and death!”
Yes, you’re right. why didn’t I cherish her? Why didn’t I listen to her? Why didn’t I care for our child?”
He muttered to himself, lost in thought.
I had been taken away from my pack by a rogue. I’d found my way back to the pack, but he forced me to become the Luna of the rogue king. And I didn’t want to waste my life like that.
Chapter 6
So, I deliberately got close to Delilah. She was the daughter of the newmoon pack’s Alpha. If I became friends with her, I’d have a
chance at freedom.
Delilah had high blood pressure on the road, and no one dared to help her, so I carried her to find a pack doctor.
When Delilah woke up, she devel
She arranged for
He liked me too.
a fondness for me and wanted me to be her sister–in–law,
me to meet Damon, and that was when I discovered Damon was an Alphá I had met once long ago.
But one week before the mating ceremony, Damon found out that I had deliberately gotten close to Delilah.
He mistakenly thought I had saved Delilah for ulterior motives and assumed I was after the position of the Luna of the pack. His attitude toward me changed drastically.
Even after the ceremony, he wouldn’t mark me.
He said, “Elena, you should consider yourself lucky to be the Luna of my pack. You only deserve to be the nominal Luna. Don’t take your blessings for granted!”
As for the child Damon and I had, it was Delilah who begged me to have it.
A year ago, I had already grown tired and wanted to leave.
But the pack lacked an heir, and Delilah wanted me to have a child for the pack before I left.
However, Damon despised me, and aside from mating night, he hadn’t slept with me since.
So, on the day of my heat, Delilah locked Damon in our bedroom.
When Damon woke up, his misunderstanding of me deepened.
Even when he learned it was Delilah who had drugged him, he still believed I must’ve been behind it, manipulating her.
The day I found out I was pregnant, Damon dragged me to the pack doctor, demanding I have an abortion.
“Elena, what right do you have to carry my child? I won’t allow a scheming she–wolf like you to stay in the pack. After you abort the child, get out of the pack!”
When I lay on the operating table, it was Delilah who barged in to stop Damon.
The truth from all those years came to light, and Damon, unable to believe it, choked on his words,
“It’s my fault. I never believed in her.”
“Face it. Elena is gone. Listen to me, take a bouquet to her grave. She loved you so much when she was alive. Can you really bear not to see her?”
Hearing Delilah’s advice, it took Damon a while to pull himself together. He tidied himself up and went to the Moon Goddess Temple.
I lay in the coffin, pale–faced, my face swollen from the sea water. But my features could be barely made out.
Damon held my hand, full of regret.
“Elena, I’m so sorry. How could you punish me with suicide?”
When he saw the red mole on my arm, his face showed shock.
