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

My husband, Alpha Damien, believed the Seer’s lie that I was barren and a curse to the Blackwood Pack. He spent his nights with his mistress, Victoria, while I sat alone in the cold study, hiding the swell of my belly and the future Alpha growing inside me.

The night the Great Hall exploded, the truth could no longer be hidden. I collapsed on the floor, my water breaking, blood pooling beneath me amidst the choking smoke and debris.

Damien saw me. He saw the agony in my eyes and the desperate plea on my lips. But when Victoria let out a theatrical scream from across the room, he made his choice.

He turned his back on his pregnant mate and sprinted to save his mistress, leaving me to be consumed by the flames.

I didn't die in the fire. I dragged myself out into the freezing blizzard, choosing to risk death in the snow rather than stay in a house that wanted me dead.

It wasn't until weeks later that Damien tore apart the Seer’s tower and found the letter proving Victoria had paid for the fake prophecy.

Shattered by the realization that he had abandoned his own son for a lie, he crossed the frozen wasteland to my father’s territory, falling to his knees in the mud to beg for my return.

But he didn't find the weak, submissive wife he left behind.

He found the White Wolf.

I looked down at him with cold, dead eyes and whispered, "My child has my blood, and he will never know you."

Chapter 1

Elena POV

The morning light filtered through the heavy velvet curtains of the Luna’s study, yet it brought no warmth.

I sat in the high-backed leather chair, my fingers tracing the silver crest on the desk. It was the pack seal. My name, Elena, was etched into the metal, but the silver felt freezing beneath my fingertips.

I lowered my gaze to the curve of my swollen belly. A life. A pup.

My hand rested there, seeking comfort, and I felt the faint flutter of movement.

"You will be strong," I whispered to the silence. "Stronger than your mother."

Outside the window, the pack grounds were alive with noise. I could hear the clang of metal from the training grounds, the laughter of pups chasing each other, and the deep, rhythmic chanting of the warriors. It was the sound of the Blackwood Pack, one of the most powerful in the territory.

But in here, it was just me.

I felt like an island. The Luna of the pack, yet the most isolated wolf in the entire territory.

A soft knock broke my trance. Before I could grant permission, the door creaked open.

Victoria glided in.

She didn't wait for an invitation. She never did.

She moved with a fluid grace that always made me feel clumsy, her golden hair catching the light like a halo she didn't deserve. She held a silver tray with a plate