The Alpha's Secret Heir and the Vanished Luna

used to Mark me, calling my concerns "hormonal" while

t the breaking point came

e, and instead of defending his pregnant mate, Michae

leave; I ripped the mate

blinding, b

death-and the death of our unbor

nn, on a hidden island, safe from t

ntil a ragged, broken m

s Mic

ymore; he was a beggar who had

knees, weeping at the sight of

ine?" he

m coldly. "You lost him

him away, but the

ing a rogue army to slaug

his eyes clearing for

your shield

lver blades, taking the dea

y arms, I final

a victim, but as the Alpha Luna who

pte

v

eets of the Alpha's bed, yet it offered

ng to my stomach. There was a flutter

feel the baby's *Inner Wolf*. In our world, a strong Alpha bloodline usual

," a voice sa

dangerous way that had ensnared me years ago. H

his voice echoed in my he

d shared between pack members, strongest between ma

I still can't feel the ba

through his hair, a gesture

se. Not th

ut

ice smooth yet cutting. "You overth

ord was a weapon he wiel

. "When are you going to Mark me, Michael?

mate's neck-seals the bond and shares the power. W

and pulling on his trousers. "If I Mark you now, the enemies wi

rehead. It felt patronizing, li

th the words, I felt the crushing weight of a c

olute authority an Alpha has over his

feeling sm

ooking like a king. I remembered when he was just a Beta. It was my father's influence, the va

asing," a warrior said. "We need

ut in. "We should atta

ned, and Sere

te, with dark hair and wide, innocent eyes. But her ga

o Michael and placed

ngth is the only languag

her off. Instead, he

l said, addressing the co

reckless! Our warriors are

on me. They flashed gold

iv. Do not e

y knees buckled, and I fell back into my c

and smiled. It was

he smel

But underneath, there was something else. A scent that mimicked the

ong. It smell

ush through the command

len

Pain shot through my temples.

lately, shifted in the back of m

* from my mother, Elizabeth. She wa

moon was bleeding. You must open your eyes, child. An Alp

m,* I lied. *

e garden later. He wa

hing him. "I feel... unset

His face was a

ical, Liv. It's

out. "She's too close to

d closer. He t

as ideas. Unlike you,

shoulder. It wasn't a c

Liv. Rest. S

beyed, turning around to walk away,

dark corridors, rubbin

spered to the silent baby.

ep, and the n

was chained. Heavy, black iron chains wrapped around its muzzle and paws

kness swa

rt was hammering against my r

a

It was morning. The day

e was an invitation card.

comes you to the Al

ichael and his fut

their adopted

left m

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