Eva.
"Arrrghhh!" I scread loudly the mont I stepped into my room, slamming the door shut behind as though I could shut out the entire world along with it.
My chest rose and fell heavily as I stood there, frozen for a mont in pure frustration.
Everything was falling out of place.
Every single thing.
Nothing was going the way I wanted it to, and the more I tried to regain control, the more it all seed to slip right through my fingers.
Ella.
Even without lifting a finger, that woman seed to have this strange ability to disrupt everything around . Like a curse. Like a jinx that followed silently, ruining things without even needing to try.
My fingers curled tightly at my sides.
"Co Luna!" I muttered under my breath, then let out a short, humorless chuckle imdiately after.
The sound echoed faintly in the room, but there was no real amusent in it.
All of this...everything...it was just a ploy.
A carefully calculated move to get Ella back to his side.
What did Alex even see in her?
What was so special?
The thought alone irritated more than I wanted to admit.
I walked a few steps further into the room, my movents slow and unsteady at first, before turning into a light pacing motion as I tried to regain control of myself.
Back and forth.
Each step was ant to steady my breathing, to calm the storm building inside my chest, but it did very little to quiet my thoughts.
My mind continued to spiral anyway.
Refusing to settle.
Refusing to cooperate.
I pressed my lips together tightly, forcing myself to think logically, to separate emotion from reason the way I always had before.
I kept repeating it in my head like a broken mantra—Alex was nothing more than a tool...a ans to an end...soone useful when needed, nothing more.
At least, that was what I wanted to believe.
But even as I tried to reinforce that thought, sothing inside pushed back against it.
My pathetic heart...it didn’t seem to care...It didn’t listen to logic...It didn’t respond to reason.
Instead, it kept reacting in ways I couldn’t fully control, as if it had its own opinion about everything I was trying so hard to suppress.
And that was what frustrated the most.
Because the more Alex insisted on bringing Ella back into his world...the more I found myself becoming aware of sothing I didn’t want to admit.
The more I found myself wanting him—wanting him for myself alone.
The realization struck like a quiet but undeniable blow and was enough to make my chest tighten imdiately.
My jaw clenched instinctively as I tried to push the thought away, as though doing so would erase the feeling entirely.
But it didn’t, as it lingered, unwanted and uninvited and far more persistent than I was prepared to deal with.
I had to get rid of Ella.
As soon as possible.
Completely.
There was no room for her in this equation. No space for competition. No tolerance for distraction.
Everyone’s attention should be on and not her.
With that thought burning in my mind, I quickly reached for my phone.
Without hesitation, I placed a call.
It rang only twice before it connected.
"Have you not seen what’s going on?" I asked imdiately, my voice sharp and impatient, not even bothering with a greeting. My frustration bled through every word. "Why didn’t you call? Or even check on ?" I added, pacing again as I spoke, unable to stay still.
There was a brief pause on the other end.
"Relax, Eva," Thomas said casually, as if nothing urgent was happening at all. "I thought you wouldn’t be this affected."
His calm tone only irritated further.
"You would be Bloodfang’s only Luna," he continued confidently, "and my Luna, not Alex’s!" he added, as though that alone should reassure .
I took a deep, controlled breath, forcing myself to stay calm.
But my grip on the phone tightened.
"With the way you are sounding right now," Thomas said again, this ti more slowly, "one might think you are actually in love with Alex."
The words made my stomach twist slightly.
I swallowed hard, refusing to let my tone betray anything.
"If my pup wasn’t growing in your belly now," he added quietly, almost mockingly, "I would have thought you no longer love ...but my pathetic brother."
A sharp silence followed that statent.
My fingers tightened even more around the phone.
"That won’t happen, Thomas," I lied smoothly through my teeth, forcing my voice to remain steady, as though nothing had shaken . "It’s just that the rumour... people calling weak... it’s getting to ," I added quickly, choosing my words carefully. "And I am not liking it."
Even as I spoke, I could feel the tension crawling under my skin.
But I refused to show it, especially not to him.
"You just have to endure, okay? It’s only a matter of ti before our family of three will take over the rulership," Thomas said, his tone calr now, almost reassuring as if he was trying to steady my thoughts. "And of course, I will not allow Ella to co back to assist Alex," he added firmly.
The mont those last words left his mouth, sothing in shifted. It was not the beginning of his sentence, nor the talk about endurance or rulership.
Only that part.
That was what I had been waiting to hear all along.
Ella must never return to Alex’s side.
That was the only thing that mattered.
Everything else was just background noise.
"And how do you intend to do that?" I asked quickly, my curiosity sharpening instantly.
My voice ca out faster than I intended, revealing just how much I needed that answer. My fingers tightened slightly around the phone as I waited for his response, my mind already racing ahead of itself.
There was a brief pause on the other end before Thomas finally spoke again.
"Leave that to , Eva," he said confidently, as though it was sothing already settled. "And focus on our child!" he added, his tone turning slightly firm, like a reminder rather than a suggestion.
I rolled my eyes almost imdiately, even though he couldn’t see .
Why did everyone keep saying the sa thing?
Focus on the child.
Take care of the child.
Think about the child.
It was starting to feel less like concern and more like obsession.
As though I had stopped existing entirely and only my pregnancy mattered now.
As though I was just a vessel.
"Alright... I will," I forced myself to say anyway, swallowing down my irritation and softening my tone just enough to end the conversation.
Without waiting for anything else, I hung up the phone and tossed it carelessly onto the bed beside .
The silence that followed felt heavier than expected.
Slowly, almost absentmindedly, I placed my hand over my stomach and began to gently caress it.
"Baby, everyone seems to care about you so much," I muttered under my breath, my voice quieter now, almost detached. "And I hope I actually don’t lose you," I added with a deep sigh, the words lingering in the air like a thought I didn’t fully want to admit out loud.
For a mont, I simply stayed like that, frozen in place, listening to nothing except the sound of my own thoughts echoing inside my head.
The room around felt distant, almost irrelevant, as though I was physically present but ntally sowhere far away.
Slowly, almost chanically, I lowered myself onto the bed and sat down properly.
The movent felt heavy, like my body was finally giving in to the weight of everything I had been holding in.
Once I was seated, my posture relaxed slightly, but my mind did not follow. My gaze drifted toward the wall without focus, resting on nothing in particular.
Yet even in that emptiness, my mind refused to settle, as it kept dragging back to the sa place no matter how many tis I tried to pull away from it.
There was only one image that kept forcing its way forward.
One na.
One face.
Ella.
It wasn’t just a passing thought anymore. It had beco persistent, almost intrusive, as though my mind had decided it was the only thing worth holding onto.
No matter how much I tried to push it away, it lingered stubbornly in the back of my thoughts, resurfacing again and again, each ti feeling heavier than before.
I clenched my jaw slightly, as if that alone could force the image out, but it didn’t work.
If anything, it only made it clearer.
And with every passing second, the urge inside sharpened further.
It wasn’t just frustration anymore.
It had turned into sothing deeper, sothing more consuming, sothing that settled uncomfortably in my chest and refused to leave.
The need to get rid of her didn’t fade.
It only deepened.
And the more I sat there in silence, the more I realized that no amount of distraction was going to change that fact.
....if he wouldn’t get rid of her himself, I will do It myself.
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