Claimed By The Dangerous Alpha King: Betrayed Luna Novel by Gorgeous Aliyah

I woke up to the piercing pain of my new reality. My hand instinctively reaching for my neck, feeling the fresh bite mark that tow covered the old one. My life felt like I was in a bad dream. A bad dream I wanted desperately to wake up from.

Aston had severed our bond, despite his promise not to. He assured me that he wouldn’t, he insulted me when I begged him to. Said he would never mark bother likes of me and yet he did. If only he had when I begged him to. If only he’d just listened to me and answered me when I asked

My life felt so f**g s**d and empty right now that I was almost going insane. I felt like ripping out my insides and taking it all out one by one till I found my baby, till I found the reason I fought this long to stay alive for.Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

The shock and betrayal coursed through my veins like ice. I couldn’t believe he would do this to me, after everything I had been through in his hands. What would it have taken him to save my f**g child! What the hell would it have cost him?.

I couldn’t hold back the tears as I thought of my baby, gone because of Aston’s cruelty. My body shook with sobs, my mind reeling from the pain. I felt hollow and a lot lighter and I was disgusted with myself with how comfortable I felt. My baby was gone and I felt comfortable in my body. I fell asleep, exhausted from the emotional torment. The only thing I could think about was my baby. The pain that my baby had to go through before finally giving up, the things that it had to go through just because it came to my womb.

I prayed so long for a baby and now that I finally got one, I couldn’t take care of it. I let my baby die on my watch. I let my f**** baby die! I let my baby die on my f**g watch. The tears streamed from my eyes uncontrollably, the sobs jerking my entire body as my heart raked in pain. I clutched at my chest with one hand and my stomach with the other

Perhaps there could be a miracle, or the doctors could be wrong. My baby could still be in there. I could feel it kick off waited long enough, if I touched the right places. I could feel the baby. I couldn’t! What the f**g hell! I slammed my hand against the side of the bed. It hurt like hell but I didn’t deserve to cry. I didn’t even deserve the tears that were pouring from my eyes.

I managed to cry myself to sleep even when I didn’t deserve to and when I awoke, I felt numb, my eyes dry from the previous tears.

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But as I thought of my baby, the pain flooded back, and I cried again. My child was my reason for living, and were gone, I had no will to continue. The thought of killing myself crossed my mind, a desperate escape from the suffering- that they

I looked up and saw Aston, he was looking down at me and he quickly took his eyes off as soon as they met with mine. I couldn’t understand why he was lurking around here. There was no reason for him to be here. Did he come to check if I was dead, was killing my baby really not enough? What more did he want from mell

Aston circled around the bed until he was face to face with me, his cold gaze piercing through me, “Kira, aren’t you going to kneel down and thank me properly for saving your life?” he sneered, his voice dripping with sarcasm

I looked away, my voice barely a whisper. “You shouldn’t have saved me, Aston. My baby was my reason for being alive.” 1 couldn’t meet his gaze, couldn’t bear to see the cruelty in his eyes.

Aston snorted, his expression twisted in disgust. “You should be happy I decided to help you out, Kira. You’re mine now. You belong to me, and you’ll do as I say.” I understood that he marked me but calling me his was a little too extreme even though that was literally what branding meant.

I met his gaze, my eyes blazing with anger. “I wish I had died with my baby, Aston. You shouldn’t have taken that away from me.” My voice was raw with emotion, my words laced with venom

“I’ve never met anyone as ungrateful as you are. I save your life and this is the thanks that I get. I should have known that you were just a jig waste if space and not wasted my time saving you

“If you didn’t want to live, then why did you beg so desperately for me to save you? Why?!” he screamed at me and I screamed right back even though it was taking a lot out of the little energy I had left. Not that I deserved to live anyway.

“I didn’t beg you to save me. I begged you save my child, there’s a very huge difference. What you did is the same thing as killing me, you took away my will to live and expect me to be grateful to you? For what? I’m better off dead.”

Finally, I snapped, my voice raw with emotion, he stared at me in shock, unsure of what to say. “I don’t want to live, Aston. I’m going to kill myself I meant it, too. I couldn’t bear the pain anymore, couldn’t bear the thought of living without my baby

Aston dared me to, his eyes glinting with malice. He handed me a syringe, its sharp needle glinting in the dim light. “Stab your heart with it, Kira. See if I care

I took the syringe, my hand trembling. I looked at the needle, my mind racing with thoughts of escape. But as I looked into Aston’s eyes, I knew I couldn’t do it. I burst into tears, my body shaking with sobs.

Aston remained silent, his eyes never leaving mine, until finally, he spoke. “If you can’t do it now, Kira, then don’t even think

about trying later. Because if you fail, I’ll make sure to finish the job myself”

With that, he turned and walked away, leaving me alone in my darkness and despair and throwing the syringe to the ground too. I cried until I had no tears left, feeling trapped and helpless in a living nightmare

The room was dark and cold, the only sound my sobs echoing off the walls. I felt like I was drowning in my grief, suffocating under the weight of my pain. I didn’t know how much longer I could bear it, how much longer I could keep going.

As I lay there, I knew I had two choices: give up and let Aston win, or find a way to escape and start anew. But for now, I was trapped, caught in a web of fear and despair, with no way out.

The numbness settled over me like a fog, smothering my senses and dulling my emotions to a dull ache. I stared at the syringe, the glint of the metal needle reflecting the harsh fluorescent light of the infirmary.

Kill yourself, a voice inside me whispered. End your suffering. End the pain. The syringe was within my reach and all I had to do to end the torture that I was feeling and return to my baby was use it. There was no way that Aston would punish me if I was already dead. Not that I cared what he did with my corpse anyway.

But even as I grasped the syringe, my hand shaking with the weight of my despair, I couldn’t bring myself to do it.

Some small part of me, some kernel of stubborn defiance, refused to give up.

I closed my eyes, the tears flowing freely down my face as I clutched the syringe in my trembling hand. I wanted to die, I knew that, but something within me resisted, refused to let go.

Maybe it was the memory of my child, the knowledge that even in death, my child would always be a part of me. Maybe it was the stubborn spark of defiance that had carried me through the darkest of times.

Or maybe, deep down, I still hoped for a miracle.

When Aston left the room, his arrogant words echoing in my mind like a mockery of my pain, I broke down. I cried until my throat was raw, until my eyes burned, until my chest ached with the agony of my loss,

1 was alone, so utterly alone in the world. Dax had betrayed me, my child was gon

But somehow, some way, I knew that I had to find the strength to keep going.