The Abused Luna’s Comeback - Chapter 145 - Her New Life

Two months later.

[Rose’s P.O.V.]

It’s been two months since I left the pack. To be honest, life had turned out better than I thought it would. Although I still sometimes woke up crying in my sleep, I tried to suppress my feelings of missing Edward. Still, I knew that such feelings of depression and loss were not good for the baby in my belly.

After we had left, Alonso took me to a cottage on Susanna’s farm. I quickly learned that she was a very powerful light witch – she was the one who told me about the dark and light witches, labeled exactly based on the nature of the things they did.

In addition to building a barrier for me during training, she was able to conjure everyday objects, which was pretty cool. She even conjured me a human social citizenship. Now, I had my own ID, only that the person in it didn’t look like me because she had changed my appearance as well. Alonso and I were the ones who made the decision to make the change for our safety as well as to have an easier pregnancy.

“What new appearance do you want?” was what Susanna asked me initially. But I had no idea.

“Well, all I know is that I want to keep my hair.” No matter how much I changed, I wanted to make sure my hair remained the same because my long blonde curly hair reminded me of my mother who had the same.

“We’re going to Thailand. A blonde girl is too eye-catching there. Susanna, change it for her accordingly, please.”

“Oh.” was all I could say, reluctantly. When I looked in the mirror again, I couldn’t recognize the person staring back at me at all.

It was a young woman with light brown eyes and a slight babyface. Her skin was white with some cute freckles sprinkled over her nose and cheeks. Her hair wasn’t as long as mine was and the color had changed to tan. But it was still shiny.

When we landed at Phuket International Airport, I realized that Alonso was right. It was a beautiful place, but there were very few blondes here. If any, there were tourists.

I quickly learned that Alonso was very rich. He had lived for so many years after all. Even if he had lived as a beggar the entire time, he would have still ended up rich. We moved into an apartment near the sea. Some of the apartments there had been bought by investors, both overseas and local ones. Alonso was one of them.

If anyone asked, Alonso and Susanna would claim to be a couple from North America who had come to live here with their pregnant niece, me. My parents had been killed in a car accident, so they took me in. To complete his profile, Alonso was a chef at a local Western restaurant and went by the name Steven. Susanna became Lola and I became Mona.

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Our apartment was spacious with three rooms and two bathrooms. My favorite was the large balcony that overlooked the ocean. Susanna said that the brighter sun here was good for me and the baby so Alonso set up a parasol on the balcony to let me enjoy the sun without getting burned. I thanked him for his kindness.

Alonso found a clinic for me because I needed to be examined regularly by a gynecologist. It was, in his words, a connection from a network he had built up.

Each time I was examined by a local female doctor, I could tell that she was a werewolf based on her scent, but most of the other people in the clinic were human. Since the main doctor assigned to me, Tamara, couldn’t tell whether I was pregnant with a werewolf, human, or mixed child upon my first visit, I had to go for regular ones to ensure our health and safety.

Other than that, I had almost nothing to do. Although autumn was almost over, Phuket didn’t seem to have any seasons. It was always hot. Occasionally, I would go to the beach with Susanna for a walk to get some fresh air, or sit under a beach umbrella and watch the clouds and the setting sun that illuminated half the sky. I liked how calming it was for me to watch the ocean. But otherwise, I would usually hide in my room.

Life here was very different from when I was with Sunset Pack. Alonso was surprised when he found out that I was even better at cooking than he was, but he was also happy that I volunteered to cook.

Although he was my immediate ancestor, I didn’t want to eat and drink for free. I also needed to do what I could to give back to them, especially since I knew that when he came back from the restaurant with the ingredients, he usually wouldn’t want to set foot in the kitchen anymore. He had already served a lot of clients during the day. Plus, it was time for me to show my skills with Susanna as my sous chef.

Thankfully, even if I only cooked up one dish, they were supportive and would happily eat it. This gave me some comfort and happiness in a life I thought I would never feel that way again.

As time passed, I thought I would be able to pass time peacefully until my child was born on this beautiful Asian Island. But I soon realized that I had been too naive. Somehow, I started getting too sensitive and suspicious.