Fated For Lycan's Luna (Chloe and Blake)

I looked at the table in front of me, a wave of surprise washing over my face. It was adorned with my favorite foods, prepared with love and care. It was evident that everyone had worked hard to create this special feast for me. A warm feeling spread through my chest, but at the same time, my nose felt tingly and sour again, as if I were about to cry.

As I glanced around the room, I noticed the servants whispering among themselves, their eyes darting in my direction before quickly hiding behind the door, their giggles echoing through the air. They seemed so excited, as if they were sharing some secret that I wasn't aware of. I couldn't help but wonder what was going on.

Ever since the pack learned about my pregnancy, everything had changed. Suddenly, it felt like I was being watched over constantly. Every step I took, there were eyes on me, making sure I was safe. If I coughed once, someone would immediately appear with a glass of water for me to drink. If I mentioned feeling hot, within minutes, a refreshing cold drink would materialize in front of me. It was as if the entire pack had taken it upon themselves to look after me.

But amidst all the care and attention, I couldn't help but feel confused as I observed the servants whispering by the door. They seemed to be deliberately keeping their distance, as if they were avoiding coming too close to me. Their behavior was contradictory to the rest of the pack's actions, and it left me feeling puzzled and a little unsettled. Why did it seem like they were creating a barrier between themselves and me?

"Not only them. I have been here for three days. But aside from Blake, no one has approached me to talk with me," I thought, my fingers absentmindedly toying with the food on my plate. A strange feeling enveloped me. In the past, the Silver Pack had always been warm and welcoming. We were like a tight-knit family, and I was a part of that. But now, it felt different. Could it really be because I left them in the first place?

A tinge of sadness washed over me. If that was the case, there was little I could do but accept it. I had to face the consequences of my actions. However, a small voice inside me whispered that it couldn't be the only reason. Something didn't add up. I looked at the servants, catching their eyes as they smiled at me, their expressions seemingly inviting. But they held back, as if unsure whether to approach me or not.

"It doesn't seem like I am hated here," I murmured to myself, trying to make sense of the situation. "The most puzzling part is why Carrie and Arthur haven't come to talk to me." Confusion furrowed my brow as I struggled to comprehend what was happening. The absence of their presence, while inside the Silver Pack, felt like a gaping hole.

Yet, as I looked down at my small belly, a sense of calm washed over me. I caressed the gentle curve, feeling a flutter of movement beneath my touch. The life growing inside me was the most important thing, my priority. Everything else could wait.

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their orderly manner everyone seemed out of order

brush off the feeling of being left out, but the growing curiosity within me couldn't be

and approached two servants who seemed to be in the midst of their tasks. "Hi," I greeted them with a friendly smile, hoping to initiate a conversation. However, their reaction caught me off guard. Surprise flickered across their faces, and

with a hint of frustration welled up inside me. Why were

reached out, gently grabbing hold of one of the servant's wrists to stop them from retreating any further.

asked, my voice tinged with both

my heart. I couldn't shake off the feeling that there was something

from side to side, their words barely above a whisper.

We're just busy with the preparations," they muttered, their voice laced with a hint of uneasiness.

Preparations?

mind as confusion washed over me, furrowing my brow. There was a nagging feeling that I had forgotten something crucial, something of utmost importance.

The realization

They looked at me with concern

of them darted away, calling for Doctor Arthur, while the other abandoned their tasks