The Surrogate Luna Chapter 04

The Surrogate Luna Chapter 04

The instant Aiden saw Kristina in tears, he moved in front of her without thinking.

“Rebecca, we’re family.”

“Can’t you just let this go?”

“Did you really have to speak to your sister like that?”

Dad walked over a second later.

He didn’t spare me a single glance.

“Rebecca, apologize to your sister.”

“Everyone’s watching. Don’t make a scene and embarrass this family.”

I neither apologized nor responded.

I simply picked up my bag and headed for the door.

“Rebecca Carter! Where do you think you’re going?”

Dad’s furious voice rang out behind me.

I kept walking.

Playing the victim. Ruining my reputation.

That trick had worked when I was sixteen, because back then, I still cared what people thought.

Not anymore.

Now, I couldn’t care less. All I wanted was to leave.

I was only a few steps from the exit when Kristina stepped in front of me.

“Leaving already, sis? Aren’t you going to visit the pack memorial?”

“You know, your mom’s ashes are still there.”

My footsteps stopped.

Kristina leaned closer, lowering her voice until only I could hear.

“Did you honestly think the ashes you took away belonged to your mother?”

“The real ones were dumped into the pack lake the day she died.”

“The ashes you’ve been crying over…”

“The ones you’ve been praying to…”

“They were nothing more than baby formula. I filled the urn myself.”

Something inside me snapped.

“Shut up! Don’t you dare insult my mother!”

“I’m only telling you the truth.”

The smile on her face grew even wider.

“Want to hear something else? The baby I’m carrying belongs to Aiden.”

“Our bond-sealing deal is the genuine one.”

“Congratulations, sis. Your mother was the mistress. And now you’ve become one too.

“You’ll spend the rest of your life living beneath us.”

I completely lost control. I raised my hand and struck at her.

Before I could touch her, Kristina caught my wrist.

Then she deliberately threw herself backward, dragging me down with her.

We crashed down the staircase together.

“Ah! My stomach! Aiden! Help me!”

The scream echoed through the house.

Everyone rushed over. Two people reached us first.

Dad. And Aiden.

Neither of them looked at me.

Neither noticed that I was lying on the floor with scraped skin and blood soaking through my

clothes.

Both of them ran straight to Kristina.

“Kris! Are you hurt?”

“It’s okay, sweetheart. The pack doctor will be here soon.”

Dad pulled Kristina into his arms, his face filled with panic.

Aiden took off his jacket and wrapped it around her.

His eyes were full of fear. Not a single person asked whether I was injured.

Slowly, I forced myself to my feet. A sharp pain shot through my right leg. Blood had already soaked

through my pants.

I didn’t cry. I didn’t ask anyone for help.

I simply limped toward the front door, one painful step after another.

As Aiden crouched beside Kristina, he happened to turn in my direction.

His eyes met mine. He saw my pale face, the blood running down my leg.

For the briefest moment, concern crossed his face.

Dad looked over as well. His throat tightened.

He hesitated. Then Kristina let out a weak sob.

“Aiden… It hurts… Our baby…”

“Dad…I can’t breathe…”

That fleeting concern disappeared without a trace.

Aiden gathered Kristina into his arms and hurried outside without looking back.

Dad followed immediately behind him.

I slowly lifted my head.

Michael was still standing at the top of the staircase.

She looked down at me with undisguised contempt.

“You’re even more pathetic than your mother.”

I clenched my fists until my nails dug into my palms.

The sting of pain brought me back to my senses.

I waited until their car had completely disappeared from sight.

Then I leaned against the wall and slowly made my way out of my father’s packhouse.

The place I had once called home.

Outside, I flagged down a taxi.

“Please take me here. I’m going home.”

The driver caught sight of my blood-covered leg through the rearview mirror.

His eyes widened, “You’re seriously hurt. I should take you to the pack doctor.”

His concern sounded genuine.

“Where’s your family? Why is no one with you?”

I gave a small shake of my head.

“They’re busy. Just take me back to the Redmoon Pack packhouse. I’ll manage on my own.”

Silence filled the cab.

Then I heard the driver let out a quiet sigh.

A faint, bitter smile tugged at my lips.

A complete stranger had shown me more concern than my own father and my mate ever had.

But it didn’t matter anymore.

I lowered my eyes to check the time.

Grandpa’s private jet would be landing in just five hours.