Chapter 8

Reyna Cruz:

The past few weeks have been the most challenging period of my life. I've been juggling taking care of Turner and working online as a freelance copywriter. I go by the name Ena C.

So far, my earnings have been quite meager, but it's been enough to buy essentials like diapers and other baby supplies for Turner. The only thing that's been weighing heavily on my mind is my own comfort. I on paper using the library computer.

It's been an immense challenge, mainly because children aren't permitted in the library for an obvious reason. However, the librarian graciously allowed me to use the laptop for half an hour, but only if I brought Turner along while he slept.

"Ahh!" I massaged my temples as my head throbbed. Turner had just fallen asleep after staying awake all night, and I needed to grab some food for myself. I'd been skipping meals, and it was affecting my abili

breast milk.

'He's asleep; we can make a quick trip to the new store,' Nera suggested. Fortunately, I wasn't alone anymore and Nera was great company.

"What if he wakes up?" I sighed, rubbing my face with my hands to warm up my body.

'He just went to bed. By the time he wakes up, you'll be on the floor,' Nera expressed her concern for me, and appreciated her caring nature. Nevertheless, there wasn't much I could do. 'Maybe I can ask someone in the building to look after him while I'm gone? I'll be quick,' I muttered, contemplating if that would be a good idea.

'Perhaps ask Polline," Nera recommended.

Polline, our landlord, hadn't spoken to me much, just like the others. However, since she was our

landlord, I still had occasional interactions with her. I was also grateful that she hadn't evicted me, as many others had suggested. Nobody seemed to care about where I'd go with a newborn baby.

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I left the door open and spotted her. I waved to get her attention as she crossed the street. I noticed the familiar look on her face, similar to the one I received from people every day.

"What is it?" she asked in a harsh tone.

"I have to grab some food for myself—

could you please stay here for a few minutes and keep an eye on him?" I whispered, my voice sounding vulnerable. I was starving and had lost so much weight that I trembled as I spoke.

She shot me a disdainful glare, then looked behind me at Turner. I noticed her expression softening.

"Fine. Be quick," she agreed, and it was like a moment of relief that I hadn't experienced in weeks.

"Oh my! Thank you so much," I stammered, my voice now shaky, a far cry from my usual tone. To be honest, I lived in constant fear of rogues abusing me at any moment.

I grabbed the money and left the house-in a rush. I wanted to return as soon as possible, and the store was conveniently right across the road.

When I entered the store, I was astonished by the abundance of items on the shelves. It felt like a whole new world to me, even though it had only been a year since these simple luxuries had been taken away As a mother, I wanted to buy things for my baby, but I didn't have enough money.

I selected some items, and when I reached the checkout counter, the cashier gave me a disdainful look. It was fortunate that we now had a rogue king who was heavily investing in the thriving rogue community. I had heard he was previously the leader of a pack as an alpha before he decided to change his status to a rogue.

Once the cashier tallied up the bill, I felt foolish.

"I only have this much," I stated, placing the few dollars on the counter. Everything was so overpriced now.

"Babe! I fucking love this. The rogues should be so happy that the alpha king is helping them out as well now," the voice from behind me sounded familiar.

It didn't take long for me to realize who was standing behind me. My body quivered, and I huddled closer in

embarrassment.

"Alpha King Hunter Sparrow!" the lady at the counter bowed down. "Luna Queen Tara!" she introduced them. I closed my eyes in distress before reluctantly turning to look at them.

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Hunter, clad in a brown jacket with freshly-cut hair, stood tall, with Tara by his side in a matching brown dress, her hair curled and her eyes beautifully radiant. Her skin looked so soft, and it made me touch my face, realizing I was no longer a match for her.

"Oh!" Tara gasped when she looked at me. It seemed like the universe had a special grudge against me, making me cross paths with them at my lowest point.

Hunter, his gray eyes fixed on me, stared at my face before drawing Tara even closer. The triumphant look on her face was like a dagger in my heart. Her expressions conveyed that she took pleasure in seeing "Hey, lady!" the counter attendant yelled to get my attention. "If you don't have money, we can't give you' anything. This isn't a charity. Get to

work and earn before you seek help," she continued to belittle me in front of them.

My vision blurred as I remained frozen, watching Hunter and Tara so close.

"I'll take just one thing, then," I cleared my throat and whispered with great effort, blinking incessantly to ward off tears. I didn't want to cry in front of them, not wanting to appear pitiable. But I wasn't sure if I wa "Then be quick," the lady shouted. My body trembled uncontrollably as I searched for pennies in my old,

tattered sweater. There was nothing.

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pay for this," the loud, commanding voice of the Alpha King interrupted the lady. I raised my head slowly, and noticed a frown

on his face as he offered his assistance. It was as if, after taking everything from me, even the love in my heart, he now wanted to help only to show me he was doing better.

"You're so kind," the lady began to chatter, but I cut her off.

"No, thank you. I don't need anyone's help," I said firmly, surprising them. Tara grunted, and Hunter took a deep breath to compose himself.

I turned to the counter and stared at the loaf of bread and the milk carton,

"I'll take the loaf of bread and the milk carton," I stated shakily, trying to sound confident.

"That's why some homeless people don't deserve kindness," the lady hissed at me for upsetting the Alpha King.

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Chapter 8

"Why did you even offer to help her? Look at her, she looks so wretched and old," Tara complained, but I knew she only wanted me to hear the unkind comments she had to make about my current condition. "That's karma working for her. I'm glad she's being held accountable by the Moon Goddess," she continued, while Hunter remained silent. It was disheartening that those who had wronged me were still thriving

couldn't even afford a meal.

"But I appreciate your kindness," I heard her say. It was like watching my world crumble all over again. It had been painful before, but as they say, 'out of sight, out of mind."

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