The Abandoned Luna Came Back With Her Triplets

Chapter 2: A Mother's Search and Her Children's Vow

Chapter 2: A Mother's Search and Her Children's Vow

(Willow's POV)

I swiped my finger across the tablet, each new image cranking my frustration up another notch.

There she was again—Seraphina Bell. That fake, manipulative snake. In every photo, she clung to Alpha Rhys Thorne like a badge of honor, her perfect golden curls cascading down her shoulders.

My fingers tightened on the tablet. "Ethan, look at this," I snarled, my voice sharp with anger. I thrust the screen toward him.

He didn’t even flinch. Calm and composed, as always, my big brother adjusted his glasses before glancing at the screen.

Seraphina’s face wasn’t new to us. But seeing her smug smile, arm entwined with our father’s, always felt like a slap.

"She’s everywhere." My voice dripped with venom. "Every freaking event, there she is. Looming like she belongs or something."

Ethan closed the book he’d been scanning. His green eyes, the same piercing shade as Mom’s, flickered with disdain.

"It’s her strategy," he said coolly. His expression was calculated, his tone level. "She thrives on appearances. Being in these photos ensures people see her with him. In their eyes, she’s already the Luna."

I flopped back onto the couch, frustrated.

"Ugh," I groaned, kicking at the table edge. "How can anyone buy her act? She’s so...plastic." I zoomed in on a particularly irritating photo of her laughing at something Rhys had said. "She looks like she’s about to choke on her own ego."

Ethan’s lips twitched. Not quite a smile, but the corners of his mouth curved slightly.

"She’s convincing to those who don’t know her true self. That’s what makes her dangerous," he explained, his voice firm.

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, well, someone needs to knock her off her pedestal."

I tossed the tablet aside and let my gaze wander back to the screen. This time, I zoomed in on the man beside her.

Alpha Rhys Thorne.

Our supposed father.

His expression didn’t match Seraphina’s joy. His sharp features were etched with something colder, harder. Brooding was the word I’d use.

"You’d think with a scheming snake glued to him, he’d at least pretend to smile once in a while," I muttered.

Ethan leaned in slightly, studying Rhys’s face. "That’s not apathy," he said quietly. "It’s control. He’s deliberately guarding his emotions. Whether it’s for Seraphina or himself, I’m not sure yet."

I dramatically flung an arm over my face. "Wow, what a great leader," I said sarcastically. "The kind who lets our amazing Mom walk away, bonds with her shady sister, and still pretends like he’s the victim."

My brother didn’t respond right away. When I peeked at him, I saw his jaw tight, his fists opening and closing as if to contain the anger simmering within him.

"He doesn’t deserve Mom," I snapped. "Not after everything he let Seraphina do to her."

Ethan straightened, his shoulders rigid and his expression blank—always a sign he was thinking deeply.

"Mom was too trusting," he murmured. His voice was calm, but there was an edge to it. "She gave herself wholeheartedly to someone who didn’t deserve her loyalty."

His words cut deep, even though they weren’t aimed at me. I sat up straight, my palms slapping the cushion between us.

"Okay," I said firmly, looking him dead in the eye. "If she was too trusting, then it’s up to us to protect her now. To make sure neither of them—Rhys nor Seraphina—ever hurts her again."

Ethan met my gaze, his expression unreadable for a moment. But there was something in his eyes that matched the fire burning within me.

"Agreed," he said, his voice steady and sure.

My heart burned with a mix of resolve and determination. I could feel my wolf stirring inside me, craving action, revenge, and justice for the mother who’d sacrificed so much.

Rhys and Seraphina had no idea what was coming.

(Elina's POV)

The sterile scent of the operating room filled my nose as my hands moved with practiced precision. My gloved fingers worked seamlessly, stitching together torn muscle and mending fractured bone.

Every incision, every motion had a purpose.

I didn’t allow myself to slow or get distracted. My focus had to remain absolute.

When I tied off the final suture, I stepped back and took a steadying breath. My gaze roamed over the patient’s wounds, now cleanly stitched and wrapped.

"Procedure complete," I announced, my voice calm despite the exhaustion tugging at me. "Good work, team."

The operating staff murmured their admiration as they dispersed.

Dr. Lucian Reed lingered near the door, a small smile on his face. "Still as remarkable as I remember," he said, his voice tinged with genuine respect.

I pulled off my gloves and cap, letting my long black hair tumble free. "Triple the usual fee," I replied with a tired smile. "Hard to say no to an offer like that."

Lucian chuckled lightly but didn’t move from his spot. His observant gaze lingered on me, as though he was searching for something beneath my calm exterior.

"What’s the real reason you came back?" he asked quietly.

The casual tone was gone. This was Lucian—the doctor who saw past facades and got straight to the truth.

I paused, my hands freezing mid-motion. My breath caught for half a second before I placed the gloves on the table.

"You already know why," I finally said. My voice was quieter now, the usual steel in my words softened.

"Clara," I whispered.

Even saying her name was enough to send a wave of pain crashing over me. But I wouldn’t let it drown me.

Lucian’s expression shifted, a hint of sadness flickering in his hazel eyes. "Valerie theorized—"

"Valerie doesn’t theorize," I interrupted, cutting him off. "She knows."

I straightened my posture, letting determination fill every line of my body. "She found a young girl in this territory. A girl who looks too much like Willow for it to be coincidence."

Lucian nodded, but his brows furrowed, his expression cautious. "And you’re positive this is the right move? Coming back here... it’s risky, Elina. This territory isn’t exactly forgiving."

"I’ve spent five years searching," I said firmly, my voice unwavering. "And in those five years, I’ve waited for a lead—even the smallest hint. Now that I have one, I’m not walking away."

I locked eyes with him, daring him to challenge me further.

Lucian sighed, his shoulders slumping slightly. "You’re as stubborn as ever."

I managed a small smile despite the heaviness in my chest. "You wouldn’t respect me if I weren’t."

(Third Person's POV)

The ringing of a phone echoed sharply in the quiet confines of Dr. Lucian Reed’s office.

Begrudgingly, Lucian glanced at the screen. The name flashing across it made him groan in annoyance.

Jasper Hayes. Again.

He picked up, his voice exasperated. "Dr. Reed speaking."

Finally! Jasper’s voice boomed through the receiver. "Dr. Reed, listen—I’ve been trying to contact you all day. I have an urgent request!"

"I already told you no," Lucian replied, keeping his tone polite but firm.

Jasper’s desperation was palpable. "We’ll triple the payment! This is Alpha Rhys’s grandfather we’re talking about!"

Lucian didn’t budge. "And my answer is still no. Find another medic."

He hung up without waiting for Jasper to argue further.

At the Alpha’s office, Jasper fidgeted nervously as Rhys’s stormy gray eyes bore into him.

"She refused?" Rhys’s words were clipped and dangerously low.

"Y-yes, Alpha," Jasper stammered. "Dr. Reed said—"

"I don’t care what he said," Rhys interrupted coldly. He stood abruptly, his towering frame brimming with anger. "I’ll deal with this myself."

The pack medical facility froze the moment Rhys crossed the threshold. His aura commanded attention, his presence impossible to ignore.

As he waited outside the treatment room, Ethan and Willow watched him silently from the shadows.

"He’s here for her," Ethan said quietly, his sharp gaze never leaving Rhys.

Willow’s fists clenched tightly. "If he tries to hurt her again, I’ll—"

Ethan placed a calming hand on her arm. "Don’t let emotions cloud your judgment."

Before Willow could protest, they heard the tapping of heels down the hallway.

Both froze when they saw who was approaching.

A tall, elegant she-wolf with golden hair walked confidently toward Rhys. Beside her, a little girl in a white dress clung to her hand.

Ethan and Willow’s focus instantly shifted to the girl.

She looked just like...

They exchanged a look, hearts pounding, as realization hit them hard.

They knew exactly who she was.