The Surrogate Luna Chapter 02

The Surrogate Luna Chapter 02

The next morning, I forced myself to go to the pack hospital for a follow-up appointment.

The pack doctor reviewed my medical file, his expression growing increasingly grim.

“Luna, your body… has suffered severe damage.”

My fingertips turned cold.

“After several of your previous IVF procedures were successful, your mate repeatedly chose to terminate the pregnancies.”

“Your womb has completely shut down…”

“And the damage has affected your overall health as well.”

For a moment, I couldn’t hear anything.

Everything I had ignored over the years came rushing back.

Twenty-three IVF cycles. Three years.

Both Aiden and I had been perfectly healthy, yet we never managed to have a child.

It hadn’t been bad luck at all.

I had gotten pregnant. More than once.

And Aiden had terminated every pregnancy.

I stumbled out of the pack hospital and braced myself against a wall.

The sunlight was blinding, but it did nothing to melt the ice lodged in my chest.

As I walked outside, I opened Kristina’s Instagram again.

Her latest post was a crystal-clear paternity test report.

The caption was full of pride.

[After everything we’ve been through, I’m finally pregnant. Can’t wait to meet our little boy.]

The post had been made three weeks before my twenty-third IVF cycle.

Suddenly, everything made sense.

Aiden hadn’t avoided having a child with me because he didn’t want children.

He wanted a child with Kristina.

He wanted Kristina’s son to inherit the Redmoon Pack.

He wanted me to be infertile. Childless.

Forced to spend the rest of my life raising someone else’s child.

Kristina was even more vicious than her mother, Michael.

Tears gathered in my eyes but never fell.

I thought about Mom during her final days. She had been so frail, little more than skin and bones.

Aiden had held her hand and promised, “I’ll protect Rebecca. I’ll stay by her side forever.”

Only then had Mom finally closed her eyes.

But in the end, Aiden… Even you chose to hurt me.

When I returned to the packhouse, I headed straight for the nursery I had decorated myself.

The moment I pushed open the door, my blood ran cold.

The room I had carefully filled with soft yellow plush toys and pastel decorations for my daughter was gone.

Everything had been changed.

The stuffed animals had been replaced with toy cars and airplanes.

The yellow walls had been repainted a deep forest green.

I remembered Kristina’s post.

Our little boy.

The baby hadn’t even been born yet, and Aiden had already prepared the room.

Footsteps sounded behind me.

Aiden came upstairs from the first floor.

The moment he saw me standing in the doorway, panic flickered across his face.

“Babe, I was just thinking… what if it’s a boy?”

“I wanted to prepare both options ahead of time, just in case.”

“That way, no matter what the baby’s gender is, they’ll already have a room.”

He smiled at me.

Like he was certain I would give in.

Just like Mom had always forgiven Dad.

But I didn’t expose his lie.

He probably expected me to ask who he really loved.

Instead, I simply looked at him for a long moment. Then I walked past him without another word.

“Fine.”

Aiden froze.

He clearly hadn’t expected that response.

His lips parted as if he wanted to say something.

But I was already heading back to the bedroom.

I closed the door behind me.

A moment later, my phone vibrated.

It was a message from my lawyer.

“Luna, 8% of the Fletcher Group shares have been sold.”

“We’ve finished compiling the evidence regarding the forged bond-sealing deal.”

“We’re ready to file the lawsuit whenever you give the order.”

I stared at the screen, my fingers trembling.

Out of excitement, of course.