THE CURSED LUNA
Chapter 24

Amira pov

My reflection in the mirror revealed bloodshot eyes, a visage marred beyond recognition. I could only imagine the doctor's reaction to my predicament-a cryptic pregnancy that left me questioning how I even became pregnant in the first place. It felt like a cruel deception.

Why would I do this? For whom, exactly? These thoughts consumed me as I sat on my bed, a wave of shame washing over me, leaving me feeling utterly weakened. Tris had been inquiring about the hospital results, and my responses were clearly not what he anticipated; I had been concealing the truth from him.

Suddenly, it hit me-Alpha! I cursed under my breath, bolting out of the room. I hurried down the stairs, my feet slipping and sending me tumbling down. I winced in pain, my heart racing with a mix of anxiety and fear, a stark contrast to the chaos of nearly injuring myself. I let out a loud cry.

As if guided by the moon goddess herself, the door swung open to reveal the concerned face of Tris. "Emily, how did you fall down the stairs?" he inquired, lifting me in a bridal carry. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I struggled to articulate my thoughts; the pain was overwhelming.

"How could you have fallen, Emily? What were you thinking?" he pressed, carrying me into my room. His words provided me with a sense of strength. "I will call the doctor." "No, please don't worry; I will be alright."

I felt a surge of fear at the thought of him discovering the truth about my pregnancy. I shifted my gaze to him, attempting to initiate a conversation. "Is the office bustling with activity?"

Tris's expression softened, and he gently placed me on the bed. "The office is quiet, actually. Alpha Christian's meeting with the company wrapped up yesterday."

The mere mention of Alpha Christian sent a chill down my spine. "For the time being, I prefer to remain uninformed about Alpha Christian or any matters associated with him," I stated with composure, my eyes directed towards the ground. "Understood, that is not an issue."

"Allow me to bring you some food."

Tris nodded and headed towards the kitchen, leaving me to my thoughts. I couldn't shake off the feeling that Alpha Christian was a name I shouldn't have forgotten. The more I tried to remember, the more my mind seemed to fog up.

As Tris returned with a tray of steaming hot soup and crackers, I forced a smile. "Thank you, Tris. You're too kind."

He set the tray down and sat beside me. "Eat something, Emily. You need your strength."

I took a sip of the soup, the warmth spreading through my chilled body. Tris watched me, his eyes filled with concern.

"Tris, can I ask you something?" I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

"Of course, what is it?"

"Do you know anything about... cryptic pregnancy?"

Tris's expression changed, his eyes darting around the room as if searching for an escape. "Where did you hear that word?"

Nowhere, my dear, I simply wish to learn more about cryptic pregnancy. I was not truthful, and his expression shifted to one of astonishment.

"Are you pregnant?" he inquired suddenly, prompting me to react swiftly. "Are you out of your mind? I am not pregnant; I found this information through a Google search."

Tris's eyes narrowed, his gaze piercing. "Don't lie to me, Emily. I've seen the hospital results. I know what's going on."

My heart skipped a beat as I realized my mistake. I tried to deflect, but Tris's expression told me he wouldn't buy it.

"Fine," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. "I am pregnant. But I don't know how or why. And I think it's connected to... something supernatural."

Tris's face went white, and he sat down beside me, his movements slow and deliberate. "We need to talk to the doctor," he said, his voice firm. "He's the only one who can help us now."

Assistance is not what I require; rather, I need to understand how I became pregnant. In a fit of anger, I rose from my seat and approached the mirror once more to examine my reflection. However, the expression on my face appeared distorted.

Is it possible that I am gaining weight? I glanced at Tris's face in the mirror, and he genuinely looked sorrowful. "How did this happen? It is astonishing that I have not been intimate with you. Who could have done this?" he inquired with a composed demeanor. "I am just as bewildered as you are, Tris," I replied.

Tris's eyes locked onto mine, his gaze intense. "We need to consider the possibility that this pregnancy is not of this world," he said, his voice low and serious.

I spun around, my heart racing. "What do you mean?"

I felt a chill run down my spine. "You're talking about Alpha Christian, aren't you?"

Tris nodded. "I am. And I think we need to confront him, replace out what he knows about your pregnancy."

I took a deep breath, steeling myself for what lay ahead. "No, let's stay back, Alpha christian have nothing to do with me or my pregnancy."

As we turned to leave, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. My eyes seemed darker, my skin paler. And my belly... it seemed slightly rounded, as if something was growing inside me.

I shuddered, feeling a wave of unease wash over me. "Pregnancy sucks," I muttered to myself, wondering why I was even considering keeping the baby. I flopped down onto the mattress, my heart racing with anxiety and uncertainty.

As I lay there, my mind racing, I couldn't shake off the feeling that my life was spiraling out of control. The pregnancy.

Suddenly, I felt a gentle touch on my shoulder. It was Tris. "Hey, we need to talk," he said softly.

I turned to face him, my eyes welling up with tears. "I don't know if I can do this, Tris. I don't know if I can handle this pregnancy, or whatever is happening to me."