The Abandoned Luna Came Back With Her Triplets

Chapter 6: Secret Communications

Chapter 6: Secret Communications

(Willow's POV)

Sitting at the dining table in the grand Thorne mansion, I tried to ignore my wolf’s persistent hunger. The scented candles and elegantly arranged silver cutlery did nothing to distract me. My wolf wanted raw meat, the real deal, not whatever fancy food Seraphina was planning to serve.

I eyed her from across the room as she fussed over a flower arrangement, her golden hair catching the warm light of the chandelier above. She looked flawless, but I knew better. Beneath that polished exterior was a woman who thought she owned everyone, including me—or rather, Clara.

"Mother," I said sweetly, letting the word drip from my tongue like syrup. It still felt strange to address her that way, even to maintain my cover. "Can I have some raw meat? My wolf is feeling restless."

Her hand froze mid-air for a split second before she quickly recovered, her lips curving into a practiced smile. "Raw meat? Oh, darling. Wouldn't you prefer a nicely cooked steak instead? Raw meat is so... uncivilized."

I feigned disappointment, casting my eyes downward as if ashamed. "But my wolf..." I murmured softly, letting my voice wobble just enough to sell the act.

Seraphina’s jaw tightened, though her smile never faltered. "Now, now," she purred, crouching slightly to make herself level with my chair. "You’re such a delicate little flower. Wouldn’t it be better to have something gentle on your tummy? Cooked food is much better for you."

I clutched my stomach as if in discomfort, lowering my voice to a whisper but loud enough for her to hear. "But all young wolves need raw meat. Isn't that what the pack doctor says?"

Just as expected, her carefully crafted façade cracked. It was barely noticeable—the faintest twitch of her perfectly arched brow—but I caught it. She was annoyed, very annoyed.

Before she could respond, heavy, commanding footsteps echoed down the hallway, growing louder. My wolf perked up as Alpha Rhys entered the dining room like a storm cloud, his presence immediately filling every corner of the room. His piercing grey eyes scanned the space, landing sharply on us.

"What’s this about raw meat?" he asked, his deep voice rough like gravel yet imposing in its quiet authority.

Seraphina straightened instantly, brushing invisible wrinkles from her dress. "Oh, Alpha," she began, her tone dripping with honey. "Clara was just asking for raw meat, but I was explaining that it might upset her... growing digestive system." She pressed her hand to her chest, her face full of artificial concern.

She didn’t even get to finish.

"Nonsense," Rhys snapped, his eyes narrowing. "A young wolf needs raw meat for proper development. That's common knowledge." He turned to the kitchen staff waiting near the doorway, his tone as sharp as a blade. "Why hasn’t my daughter been given what her wolf needs? This is unacceptable."

The staff scrambled to bow and apologize, hurrying off to the kitchen to prepare my request. I hid my smirk behind a tentative smile, pretending to be timid. It worked like a charm.

"But Alpha," Seraphina interjected, attempting to salvage her position. "I was only thinking of her health—"

"Enough," Rhys interrupted, his tone final. He strode toward me and knelt beside my chair, his startlingly intense gaze softening just slightly as he addressed me. "Don’t worry, princess. From now on, you’ll get the food you need. I’ll make sure of it."

He reached out, tucking a loose strand of hair behind what he thought was his daughter’s ear. His unexpected gentleness threw me off for a second, but I quickly recovered.

"Thank you, Alpha Daddy," I said, making my voice small and shy, just as Clara would have.

Rhys smiled faintly before standing. Turning to Seraphina, his demeanor instantly switched back to Alpha mode—cold and commanding.

"Let the kitchen staff handle dietary matters moving forward, Seraphina. Clara’s nutrition isn’t up for debate," he said, dismissing her attempts to reply with a sharp look.

He then picked me up in his strong arms as if the conversation was over. Normally, I’d squirm at the idea of being carried like a pup, but I had to keep up appearances.

"Let’s go, princess," he said softly. "I’ll take you upstairs while your food’s being prepared."

Seraphina stood frozen, her clenched fists hidden behind her back. Her perfect smile didn’t quite reach her furious eyes as she watched us leave the dining room. I might not have known her long, but I knew one thing for sure—she was seething.

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Once in the luxurious bedroom that was supposed to be Clara’s, Rhys gently set me down on the oversized bed. The room was pink, frilly, and unbearably overdone. It screamed Seraphina’s taste, not Clara’s. I scanned the suite, making mental notes of anything useful.

"Your food will be up shortly," Rhys said, brushing invisible lint from his suit. "I have some pack business to attend to, but I’ll come back to check on you later, okay?"

I nodded, forcing my lips to curl into a grateful smile. As soon as the door closed behind him, I let out a long breath, shaking off the sugary façade.

Time to get to work.

I rummaged through the room, checking drawers and shelves until something sleek and silver caught my eye on the desk. A tablet. Bingo. Grabbing it, I quickly powered it on and navigated the menus until I found the messaging apps.

"Ethan’s going to love this," I muttered, already setting up an encrypted channel.

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(Elina’s POV)

Valerie tapped her pen against the stack of blueprints she’d just spread across the kitchen table. The safe house layout looked ideal—hidden, secure, and far from any pack territories.

"The safe house is ready," she announced confidently. "It’s neutral ground. No pack politics within a hundred-mile radius."

I traced the lines on the map absentmindedly, my thoughts drifting. At the corner of my eye, I caught Clara sitting quietly, her hands folded in her lap. She seemed smaller, almost vanishing into herself. My heart squeezed at the sight.

"What about the medical project launch?" I asked, trying to focus.

"Alpha Zane Blackwood is eager to meet you," Valerie said. "He wants you to oversee his new pack medical facility. The launch is strictly business—no politics. The Thornes won’t be anywhere near it."

I hesitated. "Are you sure?"

"Positive." Valerie gave me a reassuring nod. "Zane knows your circumstances. He promised it would be a low-profile event."

I let out a breath, my shoulders relaxing slightly. "And the kids?"

"They’ll stay with me safely," Valerie said. "I’ll take care of everything."

"Fine," I relented, glancing at Clara again. Her demeanor was so different from Willow's endless energy.

Was she adjusting?

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(Willow’s POV)

In my borrowed room at the Thorne mansion, I held the tablet close, fingers flying across the screen as I reached out to Ethan. My encrypted app worked perfectly, as always.

"Status update," I typed, smirking. "Infiltration successful. She-witch is exactly as awful as we suspected."

Ethan’s reply came quickly. "Clara’s safe with us. Mom hasn’t noticed the switch. Be careful. Pack cyber security is tight."

"Relax," I typed, rolling my eyes. "I’ve already hacked their surveillance blind spots. Besides, I’ve got Alpha Daddy eating out of my paw."

"Don’t get cocky," Ethan warned. "One mistake, and everything falls apart."

Clara’s face popped into view behind Ethan on the video feed. Her wide eyes and the concern written all over her expression tugged at my heart.

"Don’t worry, sis," I typed reassuringly. "Big sister’s got this. Just hold on for me, okay?"

Through the tiny screen, Clara’s soft smile sent warmth flooding through me. It was a timid, hesitant smile, but it was real.

Just wait, Clara. Soon, we’ll all be together again.