A Broken Kitten Figurine, A Broken Unborn Pup Chapter 03

A Broken Kitten Figurine, A Broken Unborn Pup Chapter 03

Since our bitter departure at the Pack Hospital, I hadn’t seen Blake once.

After resting at the Pack House for a few days, I returned to my job at the
Stagford Pack Administration Office.

I was just an ordinary clerk in the Alpha’s administrative department.

Nobody here knew I was Alpha Blake’s chosen mate.

Nobody knew I was the current Luna of the Stagford Pack.

Blake had refused to make our relationship public, claiming there was no
practical need for it.

During lunch break, a few coworkers started gossiping.

“Is Alpha Blake getting back together with the Former Luna?”

After their bond broke, Wendy had continued to manage the Luna’s
administrative duties under the title of Former Luna.

“What makes you say that?” another clerk asked.

“They took Zoe to the Pack Resort in Orlando. They’ve been gone for days, so
they must be getting along great.”

She pulled up Wendy’s profile on the PackNet.

In the photo, Blake was holding Zoe, with Wendy standing smiling by his side.
They looked exactly like a happy family of three.

My eyes drifted to the final slide, a moving GIF.

A passerby had bumped into Wendy, and Blake had instinctively reached out,
wrapping his arm around her waist to steady her.

I hadn’t seen Blake since the day of my miscarriage.

As it turned out, he was vacationing with Wendy.

The girls around me began to squeal.

“The Former Luna and Alpha Blake are perfect for each other. They really are a match made in heaven.”

“Of course they are. They’re fated mates. That kind of destiny is irreplaceable.”

The girl nudged my arm. “Tessa, don’t you think so?”

I looked down at my phone. My last chat with Blake still ended on the text I’d sent before the miscarriage.

For over two weeks, while I was drowning in the agony of losing my pup, he hadn’t reached out once.

My inner wolf remained curled in her silent corner, mourning as if she were already widowed.

I locked my phone, looked up at the picture of the perfect family, and offered a soft reply.

“Yeah,” I said, the words tasting like ash. “They look great together.”

Another week passed.

The family of three finally returned.

Samuel, the head of the administrative department, tapped my desk. “Tessa, come with me to pick up Alpha Blake from the airport.”

At the terminal, Blake’s eyes locked onto mine, halting for a fraction of a second.

Zoe blinked at me from his side.

They had brought an immense amount of luggage.

Samuel left me with the cart carrying the smaller bags, but it was still incredibly heavy.

Halfway to the car, a few small suitcases piled on top slipped and crashed to the floor.

I knelt down to gather them, apologizing quickly, “I’m sorry.”

A pair of custom-made, luxury leather shoes appeared in my field of vision.

It was Blake.

Wendy walked up beside him, casting a disdainful look down at me. “Be careful. You can’t even handle a simple task. What a useless she-wolf.”

She turned to Blake, her tone softening. “Let her clean up her own mess. Zoe is tired from walking, wrap your arms around her.”

Without a hint of hesitation, the leather shoes moved past me, following the high heels out of sight.

By the time I finally loaded all the luggage into the trunk, I was exhausted.

Samuel spent the entire drive trying to flatter Wendy from behind the wheel, clearly eager to get on the good side of the pack’s rumored future Luna.

“The Former Luna’s presence is unmatched,” Samuel gushed. “I’ve followed Alpha Blake for over six months, and I’ve never seen a she-wolf who fits so perfectly by his side. Right, Tessa?”

I glanced in the rearview mirror, meeting Blake’s completely unreadable eyes.

Before I could answer, Wendy offered a smooth, practiced laugh. “Don’t talk nonsense. Alpha Blake grew tired of me long ago. Men always prefer younger, softer things as they get older.”

Samuel waved his hand dismissing the comment. “Those are just trophies — pretty to look at, but useless. They can’t compare to you —”

“Mister,” Zoe interrupted from the back seat, her voice sharp. “I want to sleep.”

Samuel instantly shifted into a patronizing, child-friendly tone. “Zoe, do you want me to recline your seat a bit so you can rest comfortably?”

“No,” Zoe snapped. “You’re just too loud.”