Pregnant and Banished from the Pack

MILAN'S POV

"Ouch! That's intense!"

"Oh, yeah! Absolutely!"

"More, please... please don't stop!"

The erratic breathing and pleasure-filled moans that echoed from inside pierced my ears.

I froze.

Gods, not again... I pressed my lips together, face burning. I knew mating season made things wild. But I'd heard enough. My skin heated, my heart hammered. I spun on my heel, desperate to get away.

And yet...

I paused.

Something primal curled in my chest, deep and warm, a pull I had never felt before.

Mate.

The realization slammed into me.

No, no, no. Not here please!

But every step I took toward the source of those sounds only strengthened the connection.

And then, I heard it. His voice.

Lucas Scott? The Alpha heir? The untamed golden boy of our Pack?

No. No freakin' way.

I stepped closer, breathing shallow and ragged. Please, moon goddess, let this be a misunderstanding.

As I peeked into the tent, trying to convince myself it was all a prank, my breath hitched. Time froze, and my whole world came crashing down.

There was Lucas Scott, butt-naked, lying on a d*mn big blanket on the floor, getting cozy with another woman. I was freaking shocked.

He had her neck gripped tightly in his hands as he pounded away, making some weird-*ss muttering sound.

But the woman, whoever she was, had him wrapped around her d*mn finger. She had her nails digging into his broad back and was moaning and worshiping him like crazy.

Oh, hell! The tears I'd been holding back couldn't be contained anymore. It felt like my heart was shattering into a million pieces as I realized my mate was getting it on with someone else.

I was already beginning to feel a little protective of him before we had even marked or acknowledged one another, and now I had to endure this. Gosh! I was heartbroken.

"Mate!" I startled myself by speaking in a gentle whisper so that they could both hear me.

Lucas Scott abruptly stopped and turned to face me with a clouded expression, pinning me in the interior of the tent's faint light with his gaze.

A displeased look gradually appeared on his face, and his nostrils started to slightly flare.

My gut tightened at his obnoxious, stern countenance, but it immediately relaxed into annoyance without a hint of regret or guilt.

"Oh, do you possess that fragrance?" In between saying and inquiring with a sniff, his forehead furrowed. "I'm not your mate, young wolf. No way!" He mutters.

"You will not be permitted to replace me as this pack's Luna or as my mate. I guess the moon goddess was just teasing me." He said.

As he finished, he grinned mockingly before easing his manhood from the woman and grunting once more.

He came up to me, naked and egotistical, and I faltered, letting go of the tent flap I had been holding.

"I... We..." I stopped dead in his tracks at the entrance to the tent, and I stared at him, speechless.

"We?" My throat parched at Lucas Scott's leer at me.

"Little wolf, what in the world were you thinking? That just because the moon goddess matched us, I, Lucas Scott, the Alpha King's son and future ruler of this pack, will accept you as my mate? What do you think the other pack members will say?" He laughed mockingly at me.

After some time, he stated, "This is so embarrassing, and I can't even believe I got stuck with someone like you."

"What a stupid joke." The woman he had been with murmured, making a sarcastic remark about me, then laughing. I turned my head to look at her again, this time paying close attention.

I recognized her.

Rosa Qasa was there. Known as the group's legendary matchmaker.

I didn't want to accept it, even though she had relationships with many notable members of the wolf community and there were reports that she had even had s*x with the Alpha King.

D*mn, she's messing with both the son's and his pops? She's hot, but crap...

Rosa was lying like a queen on the blanket, the blue comforter just covering her waist but exposing her sagging breasts. And she dared to stare at me without even blinking.

"Let's get this nonsense over with, you little pest." Lucas Scott hissed and charged forward, all intent, and it hit me hard.

He'd turn me down without hesitation. He couldn't care less about what the pack thought or how much embarrassment it would cause him. He doesn't give a f*ck about me.

That was his ruthlessness.

I fought back the tears as I awaited his ultimate decision and the resulting broken link of sorrow and torture that would soon sweep through me. My hands were tightly fisted at my sides.

"I, Lucas Scott, the Alpha King's fricking son and the future leader of this pack, am rejecting you, Milan Megan, as my future Luna and mate."

"You better get lost, you hear me? Don't you dare bring shame to our people?"

"Look at yourself, you're just an ugly cow. You ain't never gonna find a mate like me. Now get the hell outta here and stop burdening our pack."

He delivered his final blow with a tone of pure rage.

Man, I was devastated, more than crushed. The pain just shot through me like a d*mn lightning bolt.

And then here comes Rosa, being all sarcastic and cruel.

"Milan, you're such a miserable piece of sh*t. You're nothing like a Luna, and your wolf is a pathetic excuse."

"You thought you could trap the Alpha's boy by pretending to be an orphan and some rebellious b*st*rd."

"The moon goddess must've been high on something when she paired you two up." She let out a loud, cruel laugh that echoed in the tent before dropping comments that shattered me to pieces.

After regaining composure and reaching my breaking point, I decided it was time to leave and deal with my grief on my own.

I swiped my cheeks as I hurried out of the tent, turned around, and ran without stopping.

MILAN'S POV

As I passed the large group of wolves, I observed that the event was still ongoing and that the majority of them were peacefully admiring the amazing full moon with grins on their faces and arms around their loved ones.

Everywhere I turned, I saw couples holding hands, exchanging tender glances, kissing, and looking up at the sky, but I was the complete opposite.

I had just experienced the most humiliatingly degrading experience of my life. It hurt worse than all the ill will and disrespect I had encountered ever since my parents died when I was a small child.

Thinking about my dismal life and realizing that I was suddenly alone and helpless caused me to tremble violently.

I squinted and instinctively reached for a bottle of alcohol from a nearby campfire table.

I reached for another adjacent bottle, which fortunately was full, and drank it all at once, drinking every drop and ignoring the burning in my throat.

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