The Abandoned Luna Came Back With Her Triplets

Chapter 3: Discovery and Deception

Chapter 3: Discovery and Deception

(Willow's POV)

I froze mid-step, my breath catching in my throat as I spotted her.

There she was. A young girl walking down the hospital corridor. Everything about her mirrored me – her features, her delicate frame, even the way her dark hair bounced softly, styled like mine.

Even the dress she wore, a white designer outfit with intricate embroidery, was eerily similar. It felt like looking at my own reflection.

"Ethan!" I grabbed my twin's arm, squeezing so hard he winced.

"Willow, what—"

"Look!" I whispered fiercely, pointing toward the glass window that gave us a view into the hallway.

Ethan’s eyes followed my hand. The moment he saw her, his eyes widened in stunned realization.

"That's..." He paused, struggling to find the words. "Willow, that’s—"

"I know," I hissed, my voice trembling with suppressed anger. My nails dug into his sleeve as I tightened my grip, my emotions barely contained. "That’s Clara. It has to be Clara."

Ethan didn’t respond immediately, his jaw tightening. His normally calm demeanor cracked, and I could see the fire brewing behind his emerald-green eyes. The same fire that burned in me now.

"How dare he,” I growled, my words dripping with venom, "How dare he steal our sister from us!"

Ethan’s expression darkened further, his lips pressed into a thin, furious line. Without a word, he straightened and pulled out his laptop from his backpack. He settled it firmly on the table, his fingers flying across the keyboard with purpose.

I stood beside him, my chest heaving, still glaring into the hallway beyond the glass. Clara, my baby sister – our baby sister – was just a few feet away. Yet she might as well have been trapped on some distant mountain behind an unbreakable wall.

"What are you doing?" I asked, my voice sharp as I watched Ethan’s concentration deepen.

His hands didn’t stop typing for a second as he answered. "I’m breaching the Onyx Pack’s security system."

"That would get us caught," I hissed in warning, but I couldn’t stop the spark of approval rising within me. Ethan was always the brain of our duo, his sharp mind capable of cutting through layers of protection like it was paper. If anyone could uncover the truth, it was him.

"Ethan! I’m serious," I added, though my heart told me to trust him.

"I’ll be careful," he muttered, his voice icy but steady with determination. His green eyes darted between the screen and the hidden code interface he’d opened. "They’ve already stolen so much from us, Willow. I won’t let them keep this secret any longer."

I let out a slow breath, still furious but already reassured by my brother’s steady hands. Ethan always knew what he was doing. I glanced back outside the window. Clara and... her.

"She looks... so scared, Ethan," I muttered softly.

Ethan's hands faltered for a split second, but he didn’t look up from the screen. "We’ll get her back," he said, his voice low but firm. "I swear."

(Rhys's POV)

I stood stiffly outside the operating room, arms crossed over my broad chest. A deep tension coiled in my muscles, unwilling to subside as I awaited news.

Elder Marcus’s surgery was critical. His health would determine the stability of several pack alliances moving forward. But as I stood there, tapping my fingers impatiently against my sleeve, my thoughts began to drift elsewhere despite myself.

"Alpha!" A sweet, high-pitched voice interrupted my growing frustration. I turned my head sharply toward the sound.

Clara.

Clara was sprinting down the hallway, her delicate form absolutely glowing with joy. Her small arms stretched out wide, her curls bouncing with every step as she raced toward me.

"Daddy!" she cried, her voice filled with unrestrained delight.

The gruff exterior I wore around others softened instantly as I bent down to catch the small girl leaping into my arms. I let out a sigh despite myself, holding her close. She always had that effect on me—melting the barriers I carefully built.

"Clara," I murmured, my voice a touch warmer than I intended. "What are you doing here?" I pulled back slightly to study her cherubic face. A smile tugged at my lips despite my mounting annoyance at the circumstances. "You shouldn’t be in the hospital right now, sweetheart. It’s not safe."

From the corner of my eye, I caught sight of Seraphina making her approach. As always, her stride was calculated—every step deliberate. Her perfectly groomed blonde hair and flawless makeup betrayed her sweet facade, though most wouldn’t notice. I did.

Her blue eyes swept over me with pride as though she had orchestrated the entire scene.

"Alpha, I deeply apologize for this," she cooed, her voice layered with syrupy sweetness. "Clara insisted on seeing you. She wouldn’t take no for an answer."

I fixed her with a cold look. "You brought her here during an active virus outbreak?" My voice sliced through her honeyed excuse like a blade.

Seraphina’s expression froze momentarily before morphing back into her usual polished mask. Her lips curved upward into an apologetic smile—as fake as ever.

"I just didn’t have the heart to refuse her, Alpha," she explained, tilting her head in mock sympathy, "You know how attached she is to you."

Clara pressed her small head against my shoulder, clearly uninterested in Seraphina’s words. My irritation grew. I looked down at the little one in my arms.

"You know you have to avoid places like this for now, princess," I said gently, stroking her soft, dark curls with a fatherly tenderness few ever saw.

"But Daddy..." Clara’s big, watery eyes turned up to meet mine, her tiny hands clutching my shirt. "I wanted to see you."

I sighed, my icy resolve cracking under the weight of her pleading gaze. It was then that familiar tug—one I could never quite place—hit me again. There was something about Clara’s eyes that felt so painfully familiar... and yet just out of reach.

Seraphina’s voice interrupted my thoughts. "She’s struggling without you, Alpha. You know how impossible she can be when she misses her daddy."

The way she laid claim to Clara grated against my nerves. I turned sharply away from her, keeping Clara cradled protectively in my arms.

"Next time," I said coldly, "leave her where it’s safe."

The words were for Seraphina, but I addressed Clara with warmth as I lowered her to the ground. "We’ll talk once I’m done here, princess. Be good and listen to Jasper, alright?"

Seraphina’s lips thinned, her fragile smile threatening to collapse under the weight of her forced cheerfulness.

At that moment, Jasper interrupted hurriedly, his Beta stance rigid with urgency. "Alpha, we have a network breach. It requires your authentication to secure our defenses."

Thin tendrils of frustration curled through me, coiling like a restless wolf waiting to be unleashed. The timing was utterly ridiculous.

I glanced briefly toward the operating room. I couldn’t leave yet. Elder Marcus’s surgery wasn’t complete.

"I’ll wait here for Dr. Aila," Seraphina suddenly offered, her voice smooth as silk. "Why don’t you handle the security breach, Alpha? Restoring the network is critical."

A muscle in my jaw twitched. Leaving irritated me, but logically, she wasn’t wrong.

"Notify me immediately when the surgery is done," I muttered sharply, directing the order more toward Jasper than her. Finally, I turned back to Clara, crouching so I could meet her gaze.

"I’ll be back soon, princess. Stay close to Jasper, alright? Don’t wander." My voice softened, betraying the protective care I couldn’t quite suppress.

Clara nodded solemnly, though the hint of lingering fear in her expression pulled at me—just as it always did.

As I turned to leave, I caught Seraphina smiling. That conniving, sugar-coated grin she often wore around Clara.

Something in me bristled, though I pushed it aside. For now.

(Willow's POV)

I heard it first—the venom soaked in every syllable. Just enough to make my stomach twist.

"You’re such a worthless little inconvenience, Clara," Seraphina hissed, her voice completely dripping with malice now that the door to the restroom shut behind her. Her mask had fallen.

My wolf stirred, growling furiously, but I stayed hidden in the stall.

"This ‘needing Daddy’ nonsense you pull is exhausting. Do you want me to leave you here? Hm? I will. See if I care."

From the c***k of my hiding place, I caught Clara’s tiny figure trembling. She didn’t speak—she never did against her. Her silence only fueled the anger boiling in my veins. My fingers curled into fists.

Seraphina snapped her heels sharply on the tile floor and slammed the door shut behind her as she left.

There was no stopping my wolf’s growl now.

No one. No one treated my sister like that.