Alpha Duncan’s Luna is a Witch

Hazel gasped, her body trembling as she pushed one final time. A sharp, wailing cry pierced the silence, followed quickly by another. "Twins, Hazel! Two healthy boys," the elder midwife whispered, her voice shaking with relief. Hazel leaned back against the damp pillows, her breath coming in ragged hitches. She didn't care about the pain. Through the small window, she could see the silhouette of the Blood-Moon pack house. For the first time in years, she wasn't afraid of it. "The deal," Hazel whispered, reaching out with a weak hand. "Where is Duncan?" The heavy doors swung open before the midwife could answer. Alpha Duncan stepped into the room. He was a mountain of a man, his presence so suffocating that the candles flickered and dimmed. His golden eyes, usually full of cold command, were fixed on the two bundles in the midwife's arms. "Alpha," the midwife bowed, quickly handing the infants over. Duncan looked down at the boys. They were beautiful, with tufts of curly brown hair and eyes that hadn't yet decided if they would be the Alpha’s gold or Hazel's sky blue. "They are strong," Duncan said, his voice a low rumble. "They have the scent of the wolf." Hazel forced a smile through her exhaustion. "I kept my word, Duncan. I gave you your heirs. Now, give me my people. Tell your warriors to leave the coven borders." Duncan finally looked at her. There was no warmth in his gaze, only a terrifying, stony emptiness. "The deal is complete, Hazel," he said softly. He turned to his Beta, who stood like a statue at the door. "Take the pups to the nursery. Scrub the scent of the witch off them. I want nothing of her magic touching my sons." A cold pit formed in Hazel’s stomach. "Duncan? What are you doing? Let the midwife give them to me." “Duncan, I beg you, give me my children. You can’t do this.” “They need me Duncan… you can never take of them alone.” “No, Duncan please.” Hazel wailed and wailed but it all fell to deaf ears. Alpha Duncan didn’t even bother looking at her direction. The man was cold as ice. The heartless Alpha lived to his name. He was behaving just like the people had always describe him. ‘He has no heart’ they had gossip always. “Sandon!” Duncan screamed a name and the man appear like the shadow he had always been. He was the alpha’s beta after all. “Duncan, no, I beg you, no…” Duncan didn't look back as his Beta took the babies away. Instead, he walked toward the window and looked out at the village below, where Hazel’s people—the coven—were waiting for her return. "A wolf and a witch cannot coexist, Hazel. My pack has hated your kind for centuries. Did you really think I would let a nest of vipers live just because you birthed two pups?" Hazel tried to scramble out of the bed, but her legs gave way. She fell to the floor with a thud, the cold stone biting into her skin. "You promised! You swore on your Alpha's honor!" “Alpha Duncan Amari, you gave me your word. Do not do this,” he managed to continue mumbling nonstop, “My children, they need me.” Duncan turned, his lip curling in a sneer. "I am an Alpha. My first duty is to purge my territory of threats. And you, Hazel, are the biggest threat of all." He raised a hand, signaling to the warriors outside. "Burn it," he commanded. "Burn the birthing house. Burn the coven. Leave nothing but ash." "No!" Hazel screamed, her voice tearing at her throat. "Duncan, please! Not the children! They need me!" “Duncan Amari, they are just children, don’t take their right to grow with their mother. You had your mother.” Hazel screamed and screamed at the man in front of her who was totally oblivious to her cries. “Yes, they do,” he began moving closer to her, "They need a mother who isn't a monster," Duncan said coldly. He stepped over her reaching hand and walked out, locking the heavy door behind him. Seconds later, the smell of oil hit Hazel’s nose. Then came the heat. He really meant his word. She bitterly smiled, at least he was keeping to his words for the first time. The dry wood of the old house caught fire instantly. Outside, the screams of her sisters and friends rose up in a horrific chorus. The coven was being slaughtered while she was trapped in a box of flames. Hazel crawled toward the door, her fingers bloody from clawing at the wood. The smoke filled her lungs, turning her vision gray. Through the cracks in the floorboards, she saw the orange glow of the fire climbing the walls. She thought of her boys. She thought of their curly hair and the way Duncan had looked at them—like they were prizes, while she was just the trash he used to get them. The pain was agonizing as the flames finally licked at her skin. But as the fire rose, something inside Hazel didn't just burn, it snapped. She stopped screaming. She sat up in the center of the roaring inferno, her skin blistering, her hair catching fire. She stared at the door, her vision piercing through the wood and the smoke, searching for the man who had betrayed her. "I will return, Alpha Duncan," she whispered, her voice sounding like the crackle of a forest fire. "I will come back for my sons. And when I do, I will watch you burn in a fire ten times hotter than this." As the roof began to collapse, Hazel’s sky-blue eyes bled into a deep, glowing crimson. The fire didn't consume her; it seemed to dive into her chest, merging with her very soul. The last thing the Blood-Moon pack heard that night wasn't a scream of agony—it was a low, chilling laugh of her voice that echoed through the trees of the pack. “Ten times hotter than this.”