His Ex-Luna Has A Son

Selena's POV

  The morning sun streamed through my bedroom window, bathing the lavish room in a warm, orange light. My hand instinctively reached across the large surface of the bed, only to be met with cold, empty sheets. A heavy sigh escaped my lips as I was once again reminded of my husband's prolonged absences.

  For the past two months, Alpha Dominic had been away on what he claimed were endless "business trips." I tried to control the growing anger, reminding myself that he was doing what was necessary to provide for our family. And yet, a part of me couldn't help but wonder if there was more to his frequent departures.

  Shaking off the thought, I rose from the bed and made my way towards the door. As I climbed down the grand staircase that led to the living room.

  The hushed whispers of the maids caught my attention. Pausing to listen, I felt fear and anger flaring in my chest.

  "I heard Alpha Dominic wasn't on a business trip at all," one of the servants murmured. "My man said he saw him at a Moonlight hotel the other day, kissing some woman, but he couldn't see her face because of the angle."

  The other maid fussed sympathetically. "Poor Luna, she works so hard, thinking the Alpha has gone on a business trip, not knowing he was out there having the time of his life with another woman. Alpha males are something else, they just can't stick to one she-wolf."

  Fury flared in my chest, and I turned on the startled servants. "That's enough!" I snapped, my voice echoing through the walls. "How dare you, good for nothing, maids, gossip about your Alpha like that? Do you have any idea what I could do to you?"

  The maids trembled, bowing their heads in shame. "W-We are so sorry, Luna," they mumbled. "It won't happen again."

  Biting back a mocking reply, I strolled towards the kitchen, my thirst forgotten. But as I walked past my children's room, the sound of high-pitched screaming froze me in my tracks.

  Bursting through the door, I found my two youngest daughters, Lily and Rose, entangled in a serious tug-of-war over a doll. The eldest, Anna, was courageously attempting to separate them but to no avail.

  "Girls, stop fighting!" I yelled, rushing to intervene. "Rose, you are too old to be fighting over toys with your younger sister. When there are countless toys in this room."

  "But this Barbie doll is my favorite out of all of them! I can't let her have it!" Rose replied through clenched teeth.

  But as I stepped forward, my foot caught on a naughty throw pillow, and the world tilted sideways. With a heavy thud, I fell to the hard floor, my daughters' terrified screams the last thing I heard before darkness claimed me.

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  When I opened my eyes, my daughters were gathered anxiously around my bedside, tears streaking their cheeks. The elderly pack doctor stood at the