The Abandoned Luna Came Back With Her Triplets

Chapter 4: Siblings Reunited

Chapter 4: Siblings Reunited

(Willow's POV)

My heart thumped wildly as I followed Clara into the restroom. What if she didn't believe me? What if she ran straight back to Seraphina?

No. I couldn’t back down now. She deserved to know the truth.

Clara stood at the sink, her small hands trembling as she wrung them together. Her white dress swayed slightly as she shifted her weight. She looked so fragile, like a lost bird unsure of where to land.

"Clara," I said softly, trying not to startle her.

She jumped anyway. Her head whipped toward me, and her wide green eyes—my green eyes—locked onto mine. For a moment, we both froze.

"Who... who are you?" she whispered, pressing herself against the sink. "Why do you look like me?"

I stepped closer, keeping my voice calm and steady. "I'm Willow. Your sister. We're triplets."

Clara's mouth opened, then closed. Her confusion was plain on her face.

"Triplets?" she repeated, as though the word didn’t make sense. "Sister? No, that's... you must have the wrong person. My mother is Seraphina, and I don’t have any siblings."

My heart ached at how uncertain she sounded, like even she doubted her own words.

"She's not your real mother," I said firmly. "She's been lying to you your whole life. My brother, Ethan, and I... We're your real siblings. Our mother is Elina Bell. She's been searching for you for years."

Clara's hands gripped the edge of the sink so tightly her knuckles turned white. "But... why would she lie?"

"Because that's what she does!" I spat. "Seraphina lies to everyone. You can’t tell me you’ve never wondered why you don’t look anything like her."

Clara's lips parted, but no sound came out. Her gaze dropped to the floor.

"And what about the way she treats you?" I pressed on, my voice trembling with both anger and urgency. "The things she says when no one else is around. The way she speaks to you."

She flinched. That small movement was all I needed to confirm it.

"Does she hurt you?" I asked, my tone softening. I didn’t want to scare her, but I needed to know.

Clara hesitated, then nodded slowly. Her voice was barely a whisper. "She says I’m worthless. That I’m lucky to have a roof over my head. She says... Alpha only keeps me because I make him look good."

My fists clenched so tightly it hurt. My wolf snarled inside me, desperate to rip Seraphina apart.

"Clara, listen to me." I stepped even closer, lowering my voice to make sure she felt every word. "You're not worthless. You're our sister. Ethan and I, we won’t let anyone hurt you. Not Seraphina. Not anyone."

Her eyes filled with tears, and her lip quivered. "Are you... are you really my sister?" she asked, her voice shaking with emotion.

I nodded, reaching out to clasp her hand. "Yes. And we’re going to get you out of here. You don’t have to live like this anymore."

For the first time, a glimmer of hope appeared in her eyes. But before she could say anything, the restroom door slammed open, and her whole body stiffened. I quickly stepped to the side as Seraphina stormed in.

Her gaze landed on me, and, like clockwork, her expression twisted into a mask of annoyance.

"Clara! How dare you take so long!" she snapped, clearly mistaking me for my sister. "Do you think I have nothing better to do than babysit you?"

I straightened up, my chin lifting in defiance. "Sorry, didn’t realize using the restroom required a babysitter."

Her icy blue eyes narrowed at me. "Watch your tone, young lady."

I smirked, confidence surging through me as I realized just how easy it was to rattle her. "Why? Need a lesson in basic manners? Or maybe you’re just mad because the sink gave you a better reflection than your mirror."

Seraphina’s face flushed a deep red. Her breath hitched as she struggled to keep her composure. Yet, I could see the cracks in her mask beginning to show.

It was working.

"You insolent child!" she seethed, stepping closer. "Do you think you can speak to me like this without consequences?"

I shrugged, feigning nonchalance. "Do you think acting like a raging banshee makes you look dignified?"

That was the final straw. Seraphina's hand shot out, her claws extending just enough to scratch my arm. Pain flared where her nails dug into my skin, but I didn’t flinch.

Instead, I raised my voice. "You're hurting me!" I exclaimed, loud enough to echo beyond the bathroom walls. "Is this how a mother treats her child?"

Seraphina paled, her grip loosening just slightly.

"Clara—" she began, but her words were cut off by a deep, menacing growl from the hallway.

(Elina's POV)

I yanked off my surgical gloves, dropping them into the disposal bin. Relief flooded me as the weight of the operation finally lifted from my shoulders. It had been a complicated procedure, but I had done it.

Dr. Lucian Reed approached me, his expression serious. "Elina, we have a problem."

I looked up sharply. "What is it?"

"Alpha Rhys is here," he said, his voice grave. "He’s waiting outside to ask you to operate on his grandfather."

My breath caught in my throat. My wolf stirred restlessly, a storm of emotions swirling within her. Anger. Longing. Fear.

"Does he know who I am?" I asked quickly, my voice barely above a whisper.

Lucian shook his head. "As far as I can tell, your identity as Aila is still safe. But you need to leave. Now."

Panic surged through me. My heart raced as I thought of the twins. I couldn’t risk him seeing them.

"I need to get the kids," I said hurriedly. "Can you cover for me?"

Lucian nodded. "Go. I’ll do what I can to stall him."

I grabbed my things and rushed to the resting room. Ethan was there, as calm and collected as ever, though his sharp green eyes betrayed his concern.

"Mom, we’ve got a situation," he said before I could speak.

"Willow?" I asked, scanning the room.

"Bathroom," Ethan replied, already packing up his belongings.

I bolted toward the restroom, my wolf urging me to move faster. The moment I reached the door, I heard raised voices inside. One of them was unmistakably Seraphina's.

I didn’t stop to think. I pushed the door open just as Seraphina grabbed who I thought was Willow.

"You're coming with me!" Seraphina barked, dragging the struggling figure toward the hallway.

I didn’t take another look. I grabbed the second child in the room, my mind too frantic to process anything else.

"Willow, come on," I said, pulling her along as I sprinted toward the back exit.

It wasn’t until we were safely in the car that I noticed something was off. The girl beside me wasn’t as energetic as Willow. Her touch, when she rested her hand on my arm, was soft and hesitant.

I turned toward her, my heart skipping a beat.

Her green eyes studied me with a mix of wonder and confusion. Tears brimmed at the edges, but there was something else—something I hadn’t seen in years.

Recognition.

"Clara," I whispered, my voice breaking. "My Clara."

(Third Person POV)

Back at the hospital, Seraphina stood frozen in the corridor. She tightened her grip on the child she still believed was Clara, unaware of the storm brewing behind her.

Alpha Rhys approached silently, his grey eyes narrowing at the sight before him. His daughter—at least the one he thought was his daughter—was crying out in visible pain as Seraphina’s claws dug cruelly into her arm.

Everything in the hallway stilled as his presence loomed over them.