A Broken Kitten Figurine, A Broken Unborn Pup Chapter 02

Blake offered no explanation, nor did he bother to greet me.

He merely spared me a cold glance before walking straight past.

Trinity quickly rushed over to support me. “Tessa, let me accompany you to the exam.”

“Thank you.”

“Blake was just talking out of anger,” Trinity said, trying desperately to smooth things over. “He never knows how to speak properly, but he definitely cares about you. Remember two months ago? He was all the way on the other side of the werewolf continent for the Pack Alliance meetings, but he ditched the Alphas and elders to fly back overnight just to spend your birthday with you.”

“Losing the pup hurts him too,” Trinity continued. “It’s just that Wendy has been fighting with him for hours about Zoe apologizing. Wendy insists Zoe didn’t do it on purpose, and that the Alpha heir of the Stagford Pack shouldn’t be forced to bow her head.”

I didn’t argue. I simply walked into the examination room and waited.

The incident Trinity mentioned had happened just two months ago.

I had thought Blake was thousands of miles away.

But he had appeared before me without warning.

In that moment, I had been wild with joy, my heart racing like a rabbit.

My inner wolf had been completely smitten, cradling her face in her paws as love overflowed from her eyes.

Now, however, she remained curled up in a tight, silent ball, entirely disconnected from the joy of that memory.

…

I stayed at the Pack Hospital for a week.

True to his word, Blake never returned.

Even on the day of my discharge, he was nowhere to be found.

When I pushed open the door to the Pack House, my gaze instantly locked with Zoe’s. She was sitting on the sofa watching television.

A five-year-old girl didn’t know how to hide her emotions.

She stiffened instantly.

Her tiny hands were clenched tightly around something.

I couldn’t muster the same warmth for her as before. Lowering my eyes, I walked right past her and headed upstairs.

In the afternoon, Wendy arrived.

The moment she stepped into the Pack House, she began packing Zoe’s things in a frantic rush.

The maids couldn’t do anything to stop her.

“I’m taking Zoe to live with me for a while,” Wendy sneered. “Some people can’t even carry a pup to term, and now they want to pin the blame on my daughter. No one is going to bully my Alpha heir. If Blake has a problem with it, tell him to come find me.”

Zoe stood frozen in place.

Her little hands were still gripping that hidden object.

A maid turned to me, pleading, “Luna Tessa, please say something. Alpha Blake strictly ordered that Zoe shouldn’t be taken away.”

Zoe looked up, her bright black eyes locked onto mine.

For a split second, I caught a flicker of cautious expectation in her gaze.

But a dull ache still settled in my lower abdomen.

“Let her take her,” I said coldly. “I don’t particularly want to see her right now anyway.”

A sharp shattering sound echoed through the room.

The object slipped from Zoe’s hands and hit the floor.

Ceramic shards exploded across the tile, reduced to unrecognizable pieces.

She knelt down to pick them up, but Wendy yanked her back by the arm.

“It’s just a toy, let it go,” Wendy snapped. “Mama will buy you a hundred more.”

Zoe stared at the broken pieces, her knuckles turning white from how hard she clenched her fists.

She bit her lip, trembling for a long moment before yelling, “It’s not just a toy!”

Wendy ignored her entirely, offering only an impatient glance. Then, she turned to me with a plastic, mocking smile.

“Zoe is Blake’s daughter. She belongs by his side forever. If you don’t want to see her, too bad — unless you break your mate bond with Blake.”

I raised my eyes to meet hers. “You constantly provoke me and urge me to leave because you want to move back into the Pack House. You want to be Luna again.”

Wendy’s face flushed with anger. “What nonsense are you talking about!”

She shared the same volatile temper as Blake.

They had been marked, fated mates, but their endless fights eventually forced them to dissolve their bond before the Elder Council.

Just as she was about to snap at me, Zoe pulled at her hand. “Mama, let’s go.”

After they left, the maid knelt to sweep up the shards.

Exhausted, I turned toward the stairs.

With my sharp werewolf hearing, I caught the maid whispering to herself, “I wonder what Zoe was guarding like a treasure. She kept it glued to her side for the past two days, even sleeping with it.”

I glanced back at the mess, a strange sense of familiarity washing over me as I looked at the broken porcelain.