Fated For Lycan's Luna (Chloe and Blake)

Chapter 119

Chloe's POV

“Chloe… what have the two of you done?” Lying on the bed, I felt cold all over my body as I heard

Teacher Astor’s question.

He was trembling as he looked at me in sorrow, pity and grief.

His question was only composed of two words but I know the entire implication of it.

What did Blake and I have done to come to this?

My eyes darted at Teacher Astor who was scrambling on the cabinet of medicine and tools trying to

save me while he mumbled these words.

I opened my mouth to answer my teacher’s question but the strength in me finally left and everything

went black.

I did not know how long I was sleeping but I was brought back to my consciousness once again when I

smelled a faint scent of calming incense.

“Teacher…” I searched for Teacher Astor as I forced myself to sit.

“Chloe, don’t force yourself… Lie and rest.” Teacher Astor felt my movements and immediately warned.

I shook my head and insisted on sitting, looking at my teacher pleadingly as I asked, “How’s my child?”

Teacher Astor looked at me with the same look I had remembered moments earlier and my heart sank.

“The child is long gone even as Blake rushed you here… Chloe… I am sorry I could not do anything…”

Teacher Astor trembled as spoke, stepped forward and handed me something over.

It was a tiny little fetus in a jar and one look I knew that it was my baby.

My hand trembled as soon as the glass jar was placed on my palms. I felt my entire world crumbling as

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“Oh…” I whimpered in pain, loss for words, even a thousand cries would never be able to express how

I am devastated.

I can still feel that numbing feeling in my lower body, the sign that just earlier, the little one was still here

in my womb.

I felt like every inch of my flesh was getting eaten up by this unbearable sorrow. “Noo…. my baby!”

Tears fell to my eyes as it fell to the little fetus in my hand,

“Why? Why me?”

“Why my baby?”

“Why?”

I looked up and asked only to meet Teacher Astor’s grieving expression as well, “I also don’t know…

Oh Chloe…”

There is a crack in his voice as his eyes reddened, tears threatening to fall. In the end he looked away

and mumbled, “I have to go and tell Blake the news…”

The shiver in his voice was telling me that he could not bear to see this situation and chose to escape.

But for me, I no longer knew what to say nor how to react. I only looked at my little one caged in the

glass and lamented.

The door opened and soon I heard noises around, then I felt Blake’s presence coming at me but then I

could no longer hear anything.

I only knew that at the moment, I had lost my child.

My Little One… whom I was not able to protect.

Memories kept flashing in my mind. On the day I first knew that I was pregnant, down to the nights

when I caressed my womb and talked to my child the things that bothered me.

“My child you are so tiny… but I could see your little fingers and limbs…”

“My child you are just a few months old in my womb…”

“Why… did you come out so impatiently?”

I mumbled between Blake’s inaudible cries. His apologies, his wailing, they bring me no comfort at all.

What it brought was more pain.

I have once thought that meeting Blake was a compensation from the heavens of all the sufferings I

have experienced in the past.

But who would have thought that by knowing him, I would fall into an even deeper abyss.

Yes…

He is the reason why our situation came to this.

If there’s anyone to blame, couldn’t it only be him?

Tightening the hold on my little one’s corpse, I looked at him with coldness in my eyes.

He was kneeling, tear-stricken and remorseful. But what use would his guilt be at this moment now?

He lied many times and made me realize over and over again that he only looked at me as someone to

be caged in.

Someone who was supposed to be ‘protected’ without even a clue of what was really happening.

In his eyes, I am never someone who could stand beside him that he could trust and be truthful of.

It was only now that I realized that it was not my Father, nor Vanessa, nor Lyra, nor anyone in the Silver

and Red Moon Pack that looked down on me the most.

It was Blake, none other than him, who viewed me in such a low regard!

“Are you awake now?” I looked at him coldly and asked him very slowly.

“Are you satisfied now that our child is gone, Blake?” I asked as I sat there, looking down at his

kneeling figure.

“C-chloe I never…” Blake tried to reason but I no longer want to hear anything.

“When will you see the truth Blake? When will you realize the depth of your actions!!!” As I continued to

confront him, the louder and heavier my voice was.

“When will you realize that you have already destroyed not only me, not only my baby, not only the

pack but YOURSELF?!”

“When will you stop this obsession?”

“Because of me, you blindly followed your will and endangered your pack!”

“It could have been nice if you had given me an inkling of what the real situation was, but you even

chose to make a fool out of me for the nth time! For the nth time Blake! You liked it once more!”

“Who are you trying to protect Blake?”

“Who??”

Blake looked at me, frozen and lost. His face paled as he opened his mouth in trying to gather the

words to respond.

“The Blake that genuinely loves the pack and is responsible is all gone…”

“Hahaha…” Chuckling in dejection, I looked away from his sorry figure and managed to glance at the

door where Carrie and Arthur stood there not knowing what to do.

“Blake, this moment… I am truly convinced that my existence is a poison to you.”

“That I, Chloe, is someone that ruined Blake, the Lycan King of the Silver Pack.”

With that I stood up walking behind him as I left my words,

“Since I lost our child, we no longer have something to associate with each other.”

“Blake, let’s part ways.”

“There is no other way.”

Saying my peace, I went out of the room, dragging my weak body out. I no longer want to be in the

same place as him.

I took my child with me as Carrie held on to me, pleading in her grieving eyes, “Chloe..”

I smiled in resignation, restraining another wave of tears in my eyes, “I want to bury my child Carrie…

Will you accompany me?”

Carrie’s body trembled as tears flowed in her eyes once more. She could only nod in response as she

held my hand and supported me.

We headed to the garden where I had a dream about the little one.

It was only then that I realized that the little one was actually already telling me that this might happen,

but the foolish me did not even take it to heart.

In the end, even as I knew that I would no longer go back to this place, the Silver Pack, I knew that this

garden is the one whom my child chose as a place of rest.

And so, I held the glass in my hand and placed it in my heart while I looked up in the skies that are now

slowly turning bright.

The moon has given me the gift of life… but who would have known… that the night will take it away…