The Mute Mate: Moonlight and Betrayal

I stared at the pregnancy test result on my hand in shock. I wasn't expecting to take in again after what had happened the last time. How did this manage to happen?

I bit my nails nervously as I considered the next step. Should I tell Michael? I can’t!! I can't let what happened the last time repeat itself. The mere scene of what happened the last time I told Michael about my pregnancy still sent shivers down my spine.

Even though it's been three years, it is still so fresh in my memory. I couldn't forget the hurtful words he said to me when I broke the news of my pregnancy to him.

"A weak and wolfless mute like you can never bear my child, the future Alpha of our pack!!". I could still remember the dark look in his eyes as he stared at me deeply, rather glared at me like I was a criminal.

I was indeed a criminal to him. I was the reason his life was ruined. If I never existed, he wouldn't have been paired with a mute and weak Omega like me, he would have been happily married to the love of his life Prisca, not like they aren't happily in a relationship now.

But still, it wasn't my fault. I didn't make the moon goddess pair us together as fated mates. It wasn't my fault that I lost my memory, my voice, and my wolf at a young age.

Even after spending most of his time with his lover, he still loathes me deeply. Even after all I've done to be a good wife to him all these years, he still treats me like a piece of trash. We were never always like this. He used to be so much friendlier to me before. I could still recall when I first stepped foot in this pack even though it's been ages.

I was only eight years old and the last surviving wolf from my pack. I was brought in by Michael’s father after a sudden rogue attack on my pack that made me lose my family, my packmates, my voice, and my wolf.

Michael’s father and my father were best of friends and that was the reason he took me in. I was immediately welcomed into the family by the Crawfords, well except Jota. Even though I was always bullied for being mute and wolfless, I was able to endure it all because of Michael.

He took good care of me like I was his younger sister and protected me from all of my oppressors, including his sister Jota, but all these ended when I turned eighteen and discovered he was my fated mate.

"Why the hell is it you? Everything ruined!" He roared at me as his eyes turned wild. Instead of elation, Michael only felt angry when he felt our bond for the first time.

His hurtful words stabbed me like millions of knives. I have always loved Michael since the first time I set my eyes on him so I was so glad to be his fated mate but obviously, he didn't want to take it.

For no other reason than he was already in a passionate relationship with his lover, Prisca, who is the daughter of a Beta, beautiful and capable, completely superior to me in every way. Though I didn't want to admit it, Prisca was a perfect Luna candidate.

So I didn't blame Michael and I was even prepared for rejection. However, none of us expected Michael’s father to make it his last wish that Michael needed to marry me as his Luna if he wanted to be the Alpha. Then, it was the beginning of his undying hatred for me.

For five years of being married to him, I had hoped that he would finally warm up to me and love me the way he should but those were all mere wishes. As a mute Luna, I was nothing but a source of shame for Michael so he always made sure I was invisible to the public.

Everyone knew he was already married but no one knew I was his wife so because of that, I wasn't respected the way I should be. Seeing that my protector had turned his back on me, I became prey to more bullies and insults from everyone, including the servants.

I was still deep in my thoughts when I heard the sound of the bedroom door being opened. Out of fear of being caught with the pregnancy test, I quickly hid it in a drawer and emerged from the room's closet I had earlier locked myself.

In the room, I was faced with a staggering Michael. His face was so red; that it seemed like he had been drinking. When I noticed that he was almost losing his balance, I rushed over to help him.

As I held him in my arms, the sparks went through my spine and my core immediately got wet. I felt ashamed but it was not something I could control when my fated mate was close to me. I was made for him. But I seemed to be the only one who could feel this.

Michael was always so disgusted by my touch that he wouldn't allow me when he was sober. I pulled his heavy body with me and placed him on the bed. He was so heavy that I collapsed on top of him.

Realizing that we were in really close proximity to each other, the butterflies started fluttering in my stomach again. I don't know if it was the progesterone, which made me crave this moment in his arms even more.

I wanted that someday he would finally accept me kissing me and claiming me in the way I dreamed. However, a reddish mark on his neck awakened me as if cold water poured down from my head.

It was a lipstick mark and there was only one person who would ever have the audacity to mark him this way. He was drinking with Prisca again. What else

could they have done it together?

I didn't want my imagination to run wild as it would only hurt me so I shook the thoughts away as I squeezed my tears back. Like a good wife, I laid him well on the bed and took off his shoes for him.

I tried to hand him a glass of water so it would help him sober up a bit but he suddenly sat up and shoved me away, making the water spill all over my clothes.

I gasped in shock as I stared at the mess he had made on the floor. I took a deep breath and was about to pick up the fallen cup when he suddenly held my hand.

I was shocked in my spot, wondering why he took the initiative to hold me when he suddenly pulled me towards him, making me sit on his lap. What's going on??

I raised my head and stared at him, noticing the familiar red in his eyes. I knew it was our mate bond working. Following his glance, I then realized that the spilled water had wet my nightgown showing my curves.

I didn't want him to mistake anything and wanted to leave and change but he already gripped my chin harshly like he was being forced to do so and placed a deep, painful kiss on my lips.

He didn't care if he was hurting me and kept biting on my lower lip like he wanted to chew it off. When he had his fill, he pushed me onto the bed and started to tear off my clothes.

As my body was completely naked underneath him, he attacked my fragile body with deep, painful kisses and bites. Afterward, he took off his belt and trousers and forcefully pushed all of his length inside of me.

Michael, was always dominant and I was always the one who suffered in silence during our sexual encounters but for a moment this time, I wanted to resist a bit, fearing for the safety of my baby. This, however, somehow aroused his desire to conquer and he banged me harder.

How I wished I could speak so he could know how I felt. But without voice or wolf, I could only cling to him and match his movements, giving my mate and husband what he wanted.

It was long fierce sex until dawn. He finally let me go after he released inside me several times. He stood up and put on his trousers before adjusting his belt.

His eyes were back to sober again.

"Just because I shared the bed with you today doesn't mean I'll ever acknowledge you as my Luna."

My heart clenched in pain but my throat couldn't make any sound.

"Prisca will always be the one in my heart, don't you ever forget that!!".

He deadpanned, giving me one last cold stare before leaving. A lone tear escaped my eyes when I heard the door slam.

Even though this wasn't the first time he was saying those hurtful words and doing these harsh things to me nor will it be the last time, it still hurt me deeply.

I curled up in agony, tears streaming down my face. Why should all this happen to me? Am I not worthy of love just because I'm mute and have no wolf?

I looked down at my belly and held it softly. Now I am pregnant with his child again, what should I do next?