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‎Sara’s POV ‎I wrapped my arms tightly around myself as I walked faster. ‎The rain was falling heavily now, soaking my hair, my dress, my whole body. Cold water ran down my face, mixing with my tears until I could not tell the difference anymore. ‎I placed one hand on my stomach, holding it gently. ‎“Lucien… why are you doing this to me?” I whispered, my voice breaking. ‎My chest tightened as more tears slipped down my cheeks, even though the rain kept washing them away. ‎A sharp pain suddenly hit my stomach. ‎I gasped softly and held it again, this time more carefully, rubbing it in slow circles. ‎“We’ll get home soon… my little one,” I murmured weakly. ‎But even as I said it, I knew the truth. ‎The house was still locked. ‎I had nowhere to go. ‎The rain grew heavier, and I forced myself to walk faster. My body felt cold, and I began to shiver. ‎Then suddenly, a bright light cut through the darkness. ‎A loud horn followed. ‎I quickly stepped away from the road and turned. ‎A car was coming. ‎Hope flickered inside me. ‎I stood still, waiting as the car got closer. When it was near enough, I raised my hand and waved desperately. ‎The car slowed. ‎It stopped. ‎Relief washed over me. ‎But then… I froze. ‎That car. ‎I knew it. ‎My heart dropped. ‎It was Lucien’s car. ‎The window rolled down slightly, just enough for a hand to come out. ‎A piece of paper was thrown toward me. ‎Before I could even react, the window closed. ‎The car sped off. ‎“Lucien!” I shouted, running after it. ‎But I was too weak. ‎Too slow. ‎The car disappeared into the rain. ‎I stopped, breathing heavily, my chest rising and falling painfully. ‎Then I turned back and ran to where the paper had fallen. ‎It was already wet. ‎I bent down slowly, picking it up with trembling hands. The ink had started to spread, but I could still read it. ‎Hurry up, Sara. No one will pick you up. ‎My breath caught. ‎It was his handwriting. ‎Tears filled my eyes again. ‎Even now… he was mocking me. ‎The rain washed my face once more as I stood there, shaking. ‎Cold. ‎Alone. ‎Broken. ‎I slowly stood up and began to walk again. ‎Then I walked faster. ‎Then I started to run. ‎Mud splashed against my dress as my feet hit the ground again and again. I didn’t care anymore. ‎“I’m so useless…” I whispered to myself. “Just a worthless Luna… ‎Thunder crashed loudly above me, making me flinch. ‎But I didn’t stop. ‎I kept running. ‎— ‎By the time I reached the pack, it was already night. ‎The rain had reduced to a light drizzle, but I was completely soaked. ‎The guards opened the gate quickly when they saw me. Their faces showed shock, but I didn’t stop to look at them. ‎Lucien’s car was already parked in the garage. ‎The same car. ‎The same one that had left me behind. ‎I felt a sharp pain in my chest but ignored it and walked inside. ‎My body was trembling as I stepped into the pack house. ‎It was warm inside. ‎Too warm. ‎Sierra was there. ‎The moment she saw me, her eyes widened, and she rushed toward me. ‎“Sara! You’re soaked!” she said, holding my arm. ‎“You walked in the rain?” she asked again, her voice filled with worry. ‎I tried to speak, but no words came out. ‎I was too weak. ‎“Why would you do that? You’re pregnant!” she said, helping me inside. ‎We entered the sitting room. ‎Lucien was there. ‎Sitting comfortably. ‎Watching TV. ‎As if nothing had happened. ‎As if he hadn’t just left me in the rain. ‎His eyes moved to me, and he frowned slightly. ‎“Why are you soaked?” he asked. ‎I stared at him. ‎Was he pretending? ‎“Alpha, she came home in the rain,” Sierra answered for me. ‎Lucien stood up and walked toward me. ‎“Why would you do that?” he asked, his voice calm, almost concerned. ‎He was only doing this because Sierra was watching. It was all pretense. ‎My wolf growled inside me. ‎Slap him. Hurt him. Make him feel what you feel. ‎But I couldn’t. ‎I was too tired. ‎Too weak. ‎“Don’t you know that’s bad for the pup?” he added. ‎The same pup he wanted me to get rid of. ‎I felt something break inside me. ‎“I’m sure she didn’t think about that,” Sierra said softly. ‎Lucien stepped closer. ‎Then he wrapped his arms around my waist. ‎I froze. ‎His touch felt warm, but it didn’t feel real. ‎It felt fake. ‎Like everything else. ‎He leaned down and pressed a kiss on my forehead. ‎I shut my eyes tightly. ‎He was pretending. ‎Just because Sierra was here. ‎He didn’t want her to know the truth. ‎He saw me on the road walking alone in the rain. ‎And he still drove away. ‎Tears filled my eyes again, but I refused to let them fall. ‎I had cried too much already. And ‎right now… ‎I just needed to be strong. ‎For myself. ‎And for my baby. ‎