ISABELLA'S POV~
"Oh shit!" I exclaimed, rushing into the smoke-filled kitchen. The smoke was coming from the muffin pan.
Upon opening it, I realized that everything had been burnt. My face turned pale with dread. What sort of bad omen was this?
Tonight marked my wedding anniversary, and as Luna of the Shadow Fang Pack, it was expected of me to bake something sweet for my Alpha, symbolizing smoother and better years ahead. And here I was, ruining it.
I glared at the muffin pan and the burnt muffins before growling and slamming the oven door shut. What was I to do now?
Well change of plan!
I quietly tiptoed out of the kitchen, heading back toward the dressing room where my designers had been waiting. I would rebake those muffins once I was done with my fitting.
Passing by several maids, I made sure to stop them and ask questions about any pending activities that hadn't been attended to.
My legs were wobbling, my eyes drooping, and my shoulders felt stiff. All I yearned for was some long sleep and a massage after working my ass off during the day.
I walked slowly toward the room, only to hear some murmuring, which made me frown. My heart stilled for a moment as I tried to pick up what was being said, but I couldn't make out the words.
Clenching my jaw, I pushed open the door to the dressing room, causing everyone to scramble about as if they had been caught doing something forbidden.
My lips twitched, and my eyes dimmed as I took in the scene. The designers forced smiles onto their faces as they turned to me.
"What's going on?" I asked, feeling a sinking sensation in my stomach when I caught one of the ladies' eyes moving to my red gown on the plastic mannequin.
"I'm sorry, Luna," one of them stepped forward. "We have no idea what happened, but all of a sudden, the sides got torn. This is terrible."
I froze, my eyes widening as I hurried to examine what she had said. My heart sank upon seeing my expensive red gown ruined. Curses were on the tip of my tongue, but I held them back and took a deep breath.
"Leave me," was all I said, and everyone hurried out of the room.
I slid down to the floor next to the gown, holding my face in my palms, wondering what was going wrong. Was this some sort of sign? I felt my chest tighten.
Today was meant to be a remarkable day, and yet my mood had turned sour.
"Luna, are you alright?" I heard the door open, and a voice resounded, causing me to groan.
"Can you stitch this up quickly? The other girls made a mess," I said to the head designer, watching as she nodded. I slowly moved away to gaze out the changing room window, allowing her to work.
My eyes took in the star-filled sky, losing myself in its beauty. The moon had not yet risen, but the sky was peaceful and serene. I couldn't help but recall the day I met Ethan.
His father had introduced us when he brought me back to the Shadow Fang pack, and I couldn't deny that it was the most beautiful thing that had ever happened to me. We had quickly bonded and, in time, decided to get married. A small smile played at my lips as I remembered that day.
However, as I thought back on my inability to conceive, despite years of marriage and all the medical attention we had sought, my heart clenched. My smile vanished, my eyes stinging as my jaw tightened. A whirlwind of emotions swirled through me.
Although Ethan had never complained, I knew my place in the pack was insecure. As Alpha, Ethan needed an heir.
Heaving a tired sigh, I turned back to my designer. "Are you done?"
"Just a few more minutes, Luna!" she replied.
I sighed again.