Fated For Lycan's Luna

Chapter 102

I looked at the table in front of me, a wave of surprise washing over my face. It was adorned with my

favorite foods, prepared with love and care. It was evident that everyone had worked hard to create this

special feast for me. A warm feeling spread through my chest, but at the same time, my nose felt tingly

and sour again, as if I were about to cry.

As I glanced around the room, I noticed the servants whispering among themselves, their eyes darting

in my direction before quickly hiding behind the door, their giggles echoing through the air. They

seemed so excited, as if they were sharing some secret that I wasn't aware of. I couldn't help but

wonder what was going on.

Ever since the pack learned about my pregnancy, everything had changed. Suddenly, it felt like I was

being watched over constantly. Every step I took, there were eyes on me, making sure I was safe. If I

coughed once, someone would immediately appear with a glass of water for me to drink. If I mentioned

feeling hot, within minutes, a refreshing cold drink would materialize in front of me. It was as if the

entire pack had taken it upon themselves to look after me.

But amidst all the care and attention, I couldn't help but feel confused as I observed the servants

whispering by the door. They seemed to be deliberately keeping their distance, as if they were avoiding

coming too close to me. Their behavior was contradictory to the rest of the pack's actions, and it left me

feeling puzzled and a little unsettled. Why did it seem like they were creating a barrier between

themselves and me?

"Not only them. I have been here for three days. But aside from Blake, no one has approached me to

talk with me," I thought, my fingers absentmindedly toying with the food on my plate. A strange feeling

enveloped me. In the past, the Silver Pack had always been warm and welcoming. We were like a

tight-knit family, and I was a part of that. But now, it felt different. Could it really be because I left them

in the first place?

A tinge of sadness washed over me. If that was the case, there was little I could do but accept it. I had

to face the consequences of my actions. However, a small voice inside me whispered that it couldn't be

the only reason. Something didn't add up. I looked at the servants, catching their eyes as they smiled

at me, their expressions seemingly inviting. But they held back, as if unsure whether to approach me or

not.

"It doesn't seem like I am hated here," I murmured to myself, trying to make sense of the situation. "The Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

most puzzling part is why Carrie and Arthur haven't come to talk to me." Confusion furrowed my brow

as I struggled to comprehend what was happening. The absence of their presence, while inside the

Silver Pack, felt like a gaping hole.

Yet, as I looked down at my small belly, a sense of calm washed over me. I caressed the gentle curve,

feeling a flutter of movement beneath my touch. The life growing inside me was the most important

thing, my priority. Everything else could wait.

***

I walked through the bustling crowd, my footsteps echoing in the air as I realized that everyone around

me seemed occupied. Compared to their orderly manner everyone seemed out of order and were in a

hurry. People hurriedly carried various objects, while others meticulously arranged decorations.

I watched for a while, trying to brush off the feeling of being left out, but the growing curiosity within me

couldn't be ignored any longer.

Taking a deep breath, I made up my mind and approached two servants who seemed to be in the midst

of their tasks. "Hi," I greeted them with a friendly smile, hoping to initiate a conversation. However, their

reaction caught me off guard. Surprise flickered across their faces, and before I could fully register it,

they instinctively took a step back, as if trying to create distance between us.

Confusion tinged with a hint of frustration welled up inside me. Why were they reacting like this?

I reached out, gently grabbing hold of one of the servant's wrists to stop them from retreating any

further. Their reluctance to make eye contact and the nervousness in their posture only heightened my

perplexity.

"Sorry, but can I ask what is happening?" I asked, my voice tinged with both concern and curiosity.

I tried to maintain a calm demeanor, despite the subtle unease beginning to creep into my heart. I

couldn't shake off the feeling that there was something important that I wasn't aware of.

The servant's gaze darted nervously from side to side, their words barely above a whisper.

"It's nothing, really. We're just busy with the preparations," they muttered, their voice laced with a hint of

uneasiness. I could sense that they were holding back.

Preparations?

The word echoed in my mind as confusion washed over me, furrowing my brow. There was a nagging

feeling that I had forgotten something crucial, something of utmost importance. And then it hit me like a

bolt of lightning, causing my eyes to widen and my face to drain of color.

I had indeed forgotten something significant! The realization sent a chill down my spine.

Before I could articulate my thoughts, panic set in among the servants. They looked at me with concern

etched across their faces, their words spilling out in a rush.

"Are you okay?" they asked, their voices filled with worry. One of them darted away, calling for Doctor

Arthur, while the other abandoned their tasks and quickly fetched a chair for me, urging me to sit down.

Then, like a whirlwind, Blake and Arthur burst into the scene. Everything happened so fast before I

could react.

Blake's cold glare pierced through the air to the servants, making them go pale with fright. Surprisingly,

both of them suddenly fell on their knees as if asking for forgiveness. I looked at them with shock.

Thankfully, he looked away from them and knelt down beside me, his touch gentle as he clasped my

hand, silently asking what was wrong.

"What's wrong? Feeling sick?" He asked, his words filled with worry. On the other hand, Arthur took a

good look at me before he shook his head, seemingly wanting to laugh. Clearly, he realized nothing

was wrong with me, my face turned redder.

Feeling embarrassed, I looked away from Arthur and looked at Blake and the panicking servants. Then,

I shook my head.

"Stop, nothing is wrong…" I softly whispered before feeling my blush became more and more furious.

"I just…" I started to say.

"I just found out that…"

"I forgot about Carrie's birthday…" I said sheepishly.