The Barren Luna's Secret: Pregnant with the Alpha's Heir

e Blackwood Pack. He spent his nights with his mistress, Victoria, while I sat alone

r be hidden. I collapsed on the floor, my water breaking, b

erate plea on my lips. But when Victoria let out a thea

e and sprinted to save his mistress, l

the freezing blizzard, choosing to risk death in the

apart the Seer's tower and found the letter p

n for a lie, he crossed the frozen wasteland to my father's t

he weak, submissive

the Whi

eyes and whispered, "My child has m

pte

na

the heavy velvet curtains of the Lu

r crest on the desk. It was the pack seal. My name, Elena, was etche

he curve of my swollen

ing comfort, and I felt th

ispered to the silence. "S

the training grounds, the laughter of pups chasing each other, and the deep, rhythmic chanting of

re, it wa

of the pack, yet the most isolat

. Before I could grant permi

ia gli

for an invitatio

y, her golden hair catching the light like a halo she didn'

er voice dripping with a swee

r perfume-a heavy, floral synthetic musk. It wasn't the natural, earthy scent of a wolf. It

iberately placing it right on top of

You look pale." She sat on the s

voice steady despite the irritation spik

t reach her eyes. "Oh, Elena. Always so

ped a beat. "

marriage. "The Pack Seer told him that the cosmic alignment is shifting. Damien is under t

abdomen. I flinched, my

at was the thir

resource allocation sheet from my desk. It was a document I had spent three

una is such a burden. Especially when the Alpha needs real support. Ma

It wasn't concern.

my voice lacked the growl it sho

r's visions implicitly. And you know what the Seer said? That your chil

lungs as if I'

" I wh

istens to rumors. Especially when they concern the safety of his lega

pausing just before she

r click

my belly was nothing compared to

o the night I met Dami

alt and pine. I remembered the roar of his Inner Wolf, that primal beast living inside his soul, screaming *Mine!* int

Moon Goddess h

bond felt l

stack of blank parchment was a letter. The paper was yell

e Moon turns Her back on

bers. A frequency for a privat

ll wolves. Usually, it is open to the pack, monito

y hand trembled, but t

settling over me like a heavy cloak. "But my dignity, an

time. The pack was still loud, st