Full Moon's Luna

She Has a What?

Alpha Quinn

I cleared my throat, trying to shake off the tension and hoping she hadn’t caught the flush creeping up my face. “Good evening,” I said, my voice steady and deep. “I’m Mayor Quinn Delson. I wanted to personally welcome you to Full Moon.”

Meanwhile, I shifted my stance discreetly, adjusting myself to make sure my bulge wasn’t obvious. The last thing I needed was to give her the wrong impression—though, judging by the way her eyes lingered on me, I might already have.

She seemed captivated, almost dazed, struggling to get a word out. Taking control of the situation, I kept the conversation flowing. “I hope your stay in Full Moon is a pleasant one. We’d love to see more of you.”

She finally found her voice, her tone warm but reserved. “Yes, I’m enjoying it so far. Everyone I’ve met has been very welcoming.”

“As they should be,” I replied, my gaze steady. “If you ever have any issues—anything at all—let me know. I’ll take care of it personally.”

“Thank you,” she said with a polite smile. “If that ever happens, I’ll be sure to reach out.”

Just then, a young boy—her son—appeared at the door, his curious eyes darting between us. “Mommy, what’s taking so long? And... what’s that smell?”

She glanced down at him and smiled briefly before answering. “Uh, Mayor Delson just stopped by to introduce himself to us.”

I froze for a moment, my mind racing as I looked from the boy to her. My emotions hit like a tidal wave—lust, pride, and protectiveness gave way to a deep ache of confusion, anger, and disappointment. My wolf stirred uneasily, growling at the unexpected complication.

Shylah must have caught the shift in my expression because her body language instantly changed. She moved Khalil behind her, shielding him, her stance protective and unyielding. Her fierce gaze met mine, challenging me in a way that only made my chest tighten further.

“Well, Mr. Delson,” she said curtly, her tone sharp, “if that’s all, have a good night.” And just like that, the door slammed shut in my face.

Shylah

What an absolute a**hole. One minute, he was shamelessly checking me out like I was the best thing he’d ever seen, and the next, he couldn’t hide the wave of negativity that hit him when he saw my son. The way his expression shifted from desire to disapproval told me everything I needed to know.

Khalil and I are a package deal. Period. If a man can’t accept and love my son as his own, he has no business being in my life. I’ve learned that lesson the hard way. When Khalil’s father walked out on us, I vowed never to let another man have the chance to hurt us like that again.

Still, a part of me couldn’t deny how different Quinn felt. For a fleeting moment, he made me consider breaking the rule I’d set for myself about dating. But now? Forget it. If he can’t handle my son, he’s not worth my time.

I leaned against the kitchen counter, taking a deep breath as Khalil set the table. If I’m being honest with myself, I do get lonely. Sometimes, I wish I could let someone in, someone strong enough to handle not just me but my son too.

But men like that are rare. And Quinn Delson? No matter how handsome or magnetic he is, I have no time for a man who can’t see my son as the amazing little human he is. Maybe I’ll give love a try someday... but not with him. Not if he’s anything like what I just saw at my door.

Alpha Quinn

I stood rooted in place for a full five minutes, my jaw tight and my fists clenched. The audacity of that woman to slam the door in my face. The blatant disrespect. My wolf, Damone’, was livid, pacing in my mind with snarls of fury.

“How dare she?” Damone’ growled. “How dare our mate let another man touch her? Impregnate her? That was supposed to be our right, our pup!”

I clenched my jaw, trying to silence him. But deep down, the same thoughts were simmering in me, festering like an open wound.

After those five minutes of silent war within, Damone’ finally settled, his anger giving way to something softer and more resolute. Despite his initial rage, his instincts as a wolf—our instincts—were clear. The Moon Goddess herself had destined Shylah for us, and Damone’ wouldn’t let me forget it. Her son was part of the package, and Damone’ had already made up his mind.

“She is ours,” Damone’ said, his tone calmer but firm. “And so is her pup. I don’t care who fathered him. Khalil is ours now. I will love and protect them both, no matter what. That boy will grow to be my son, my heir. Don’t mess this up, Quinn.”

His conviction was unshakable, and I envied how easily he accepted it. But me? I couldn’t wrap my head around it yet. Why would the Moon Goddess pair me, an Alpha, with a human? And not just any human—a human who already had a child. It didn’t make sense.

“Why, Selene?” I muttered under my breath as I climbed into my car. “Why would you gift me a mate like this? How can I accept another man’s child as my own?”

But then again, what kind of man would abandon a son like Khalil? Even in the brief moment I saw him, I could tell there was something special about that boy. He had an aura—a strength most humans didn’t possess. Alpha-born or not, he was unique.

I made it back to the packhouse and into the dining hall at exactly 6:30. Everything about my day so far had drained me, but being here among my pack was grounding. This is what I do it all for.