The Luna Who Rejected Her Fated Alpha

The day I lost my pup, Bowen Murphy’s little songbird was expecting. He arranged for us to share a hospital room.

"She’s delicate, and you’ve been through this before. You need to look after her," he said, his Alpha tone leaving no room for argument. "And that good luck charm? Give it to Eleanora; she needs it more."

With resignation, I removed the charm from around my neck and handed it to Eleanora Diaz, alongside my marking band—a silver bracelet engraved with the Murphy Pack insignia, symbolizing my bond as Luna.

Eleanora eyed Bowen cautiously, while he laughed coldly: "Since she handed it over, keep it. Compared to her—a wolf who can’t carry a litter—you surely deserve to wear this symbol."

Hearing his words, I offered a faint smile and left the room. As the door swung shut, he said, "Let her throw her little tantrum. By tomorrow, she’ll come crawling back to apologize. After all the treatments and medications she’s undergone to conceive for me over these five years, she won’t depart unless the sky falls."

But this time, he didn’t know I was truly leaving.

After finalizing the discharge paperwork, I turned around to see Bowen casually leaning against the doctor’s office door, his towering frame blocking the light, his smirk sharp as a blade.

"In a rush just because I asked you to look after a young wolf?"

Ignoring the sneer, I walked past him. As we brushed against each other, he suddenly gripped my wrist, his Alpha aura pressing down on me like a weight.

"Aurelia, I’m bringing Eleanora home for her pregnancy care. You’ll need to move out of the Alpha suite."

Though he had many affairs, the Alpha suite had always remained our shared territory. But now, he had effortlessly crossed the line. His voice was cold as he explained, "Eleanora’s pregnancy is unstable. I can’t trust anyone else to care for her."

Then he added, "Since you couldn’t keep your own pup, look after this one for me. I’ll make it worth your while."

Make it worth my while? How?

In five years as Luna, I had gone through six pregnancies for him. Except for the first accidental loss, the others were due to his mistresses, directly or indirectly. As for the pup I lost this morning, I had stopped wanting it.

Our bond was poisoned, and I wouldn’t bring a pup into such a tainted environment.

I nodded slightly, whispering, "I understand."

Seeing my compliance, Bowen surprisingly showed a gentler expression: "As long as you don’t harm Eleanora, you’ll always be my Luna, and her pup will be yours too."

Before I could respond, a woman’s sudden cry from nearby caught our attention. Bowen spun around to see Eleanora standing pale against the wall, blood dripping from a cut on her finger. He rushed over, his Alpha aura flaring in concern.

Eleanora looked pitifully at Bowen: "Alpha, my finger got cut by the charm... the one Aurelia just gave me. But I’m