Mated To The Beta Biker The Luna Without A Wolf

The Luna's body shook violently, her hands gripping the Alpha's so tight her nails dug into his skin. Every breath she took was sharp, ragged, and trembling. 

He stood beside her, jaw tight, chest heavy, eyes scanning the shadows as if danger itself had already arrived.

"We... we should have waited," the Luna whispered, voice shaking. "What if... what if they are... right? Dangerous?"

The Alpha's hands tightened around hers. "They are ours. That is all that matters. We protect them. Whatever comes, we protect them."

Her eyes darted to him, wide, fearful. "We are enemies by blood, we should not have mixed. What have we done?"

The midwife gasped, rushing forward. Before anyone could speak, the first cries shattered the den. The midwife lifted the first child-a boy into the air. Tiny chest heaving, skin pale and warm yet alive.

The Luna pressed him to her chest, voice trembling. "K... Kael is safe," she whispered. Relief pressed on her, fragile and fleeting.

Before anyone could breathe, another contraction ripped through her. She gasped, eyes wide. "Two... there's another?"

The midwife guided the second child into the world-a girl. Tiny, delicate, fists curling sharply. Her chest rose unevenly, and a low, almost a soft growl escaped her throat even in sleep. The Luna froze. 

"What... what is she?" the Luna whispered. "I do not know... what we have done. I do not know what they carry."

The Alpha's hands rested on both children, tense, trembling. "We protect them. That is all we can do. No one outside this room can decide their fate."

The Luna shivered violently, blood spilling fast and unstoppable. Her body convulsed, then went still as the midwife cried out helplessly. 

The Alpha roared, grief and rage colliding in his chest. He held the twins tightly, staring at the two fragile lives in his arms. The boy's chest rose and fell steadily, but the girl's tiny fists twitched sharply, low growls slipping from her throat.

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The throne room was quiet, the Alpha sat alone, holding the cloth of his late Luna. His gaze was dark, fixed on nothing, mind replaying the events in the den. Rage still burned through him, raw and uncontrolled.