Luna’s Revenge: Pregnant After Her Alpha’s Betrayal

Chapter-7

Davian

Mate

The word detonated in my head the instant my eyes met hers across the corridor.

It was not a thought. It was not a choice. It was a truth that slammed into me so hard my body locked in place. My wolf surged, claws scraping the inside of my skin, dominance and protection roaring up like a f*****g tide.

No way. Not in hell. How was this even possible?

The air between us went tight, electric. I tasted her on my tongue before I took a single step. Her scent changed in a sharp, unmistakable way, like the world had tilted and found its balance around her. My heart stuttered, then thundered.

Mate. My mate.

I forced myself to breathe. Slowly. Carefully. If I let even a fraction of what I felt bleed through, I would terrify her. Or worse, claim her without meaning to.

And she felt it too. I saw it in the way her shoulders stiffened, in the way her breath hitched and then steadied as if she were bracing herself against a storm. Her eyes held mine, just as wide as mine, with sheer shock at this undeniable truth.

The corridor blurred, and memory dragged me back to the night before, to Elder Elian’s voice as he ushered me to his room and the reason why I was standing here today.

“She lived,” he had said. “The Beta’s daughter survived the rogue attack. She was taken by another pack, raised beyond our lands.”

My entire life had narrowed to that sentence.

“She is with Duskmoon now,” Elian continued. “Married to Alpha Rowan.”

Married.

My heart had stuttered at that, but even that had not stopped me.

“She is not safe,” he had said, meeting my gaze without flinching. “She is watched, controlled. Not protected. I need you to bring her home.”

I had not hesitated. After all, she has been the one I had been waiting for, looking for all these years, and eventually given up on. But now here she was…standing in front of me.

But as I stood there, the shock went even deeper. Because it was her.

Not just the lost daughter. She was the woman from that one night—the night that had haunted me every time I closed my eyes. I had spent days searching for the face I was looking at right now. I remembered the scent of her skin, her soft moans, and the crushing weight of a connection I couldn't explain back then. She had vanished by morning, leaving me with nothing but questions.

I never imagined the girl I had been searching for all my life and the woman from that night would be the same person. And I never expected her to be my mate. I watched her closely, my wolf going crazy inside me. I could see she felt the bond just as strongly as I did. It wasn't ignorance on her face; it was restraint. She was fighting it with everything she had. Her posture was tight, her breathing shifted, and her scent sharpened as her wolf reacted to mine.

The sound of heavy, deliberate footsteps broke the unspoken silence. A man walked toward us, his chest out and his chin held high. I hadn't seen him in person before, but from the way the air turned cold and the sheer arrogance in his stride, I knew this had to be Rowan.

He was striking, I had to give him that. He had a sharp, chiseled jawline covered in light stubble and dark hair pushed back away from a face that looked like it was carved from stone. He was built like a warrior, with broad shoulders and a thick neck, but there was a hardness in his eyes that had nothing to do with strength and everything to do with cruelty.

He stopped a few feet away, his body stiffening as he sensed my presence. He looked me up and down, his eyes narrowing as he felt the power I was barely hiding. I let just enough of my dominance leak out to unsettle him. I wanted him to know I wasn't a threat he could easily handle. Or maybe it was just my mate instincts flaring as my wolf—Alpha—let out a low growl.

"Who is this, Lily?" Rowan demanded, his voice sharp as he looked at her.

Lily. So that’s what they called her here. To me, she was Violet, the lost daughter of our deceased Beta Saine.

But Lily was also perfect. More than perfect.

I was ready to step in, but she spoke first.

"I asked him to come here," she said, her voice calm and steady. "He is my newly appointed guard."

Rowan’s eyes snapped to her. "You already have a guard. Why do you need another?"

Lily didn't blink. "That guard is bloody incompetent. He was nowhere to be found when I was attacked during the Luna Ball. It was this man who saved me that night, which is why I asked him to be my guard."

Rowan looked back at me, his suspicion growing. "A guard? Where are you from? What’s your name?"

I followed her lead. "My name is Davian. I’m a lone wolf from the north," I said, keeping my voice low and controlled. "Trained among warriors, traveling alone."

I gave him nothing—no pack name, no history. Rowan stared at me for a long moment, his jaw tight. He clearly didn't like it, but he didn't push further. He gave us both a final look and walked away. As his footsteps faded, the silence in the corridor became heavy. I turned back to Lily, my pulse still racing from the bond. She was looking at me now, her eyes searching mine with a mix of fear and something I couldn't quite name.

"Di... did Elder Elian send you?" she croaked, her voice breathless and thin.

I nodded slowly, my throat feeling tight as I struggled to find my own voice. "He did."

She swallowed hard, her gaze dropping to the floor for a second before she pulled herself back together.

"Let... let me show you to your room," she whispered.

I followed her down the hall, my eyes fixed on the back of her head. Every step she took felt like it was pulling on a string attached to my heart. She walked with a quiet grace, but I could see the slight tremor in her hands.

She stopped in front of a heavy wooden door and pushed it open. The room inside was simple, but I barely looked at the furniture. I stepped inside, and the door shut behind us, leaving us in a quiet, cramped space.

"Thank you for coming," she said softly, her eyes refusing to meet mine. "I'll let you settle in. Le…let me know if you need anything.”

She turned to walk away, her hand already reaching for the handle. But I couldn't let her leave. Not yet. Not when the bond was screaming at me to close the distance. Before she could take another step, I reached out and caught her hand, my fingers wrapping firmly around her slim wrist to hold her back.

The contact was electric. A jolt of heat raced through my veins, making my head spin. She froze, her breath catching in her throat as she slowly turned back to face me.

"Why did you leave?" I asked, my voice rough and lower than I intended. "After that night... why did you disappear?"

Lily didn't answer right away. She looked up at me, her lips parted slightly, and I could see the battle happening in her eyes. The mask of control she was trying to wear was cracking. The scent of her—sweet and sharp with her wolf’s arousal—filled my lungs, making my own wolf roar for her. I could feel the vibration of her pulse under my thumb, fast and erratic.

"Mate," I whispered, the word vibrating in the small space between our lips.

Lily let out a broken gasp and finally stopped fighting. She leaned into me, her forehead resting against my chest for a brief, beautiful second. I felt her resolve melt away as she let the bond take over. Her warmth seeped into my skin, and for a moment, the world outside that room didn't exist. I wanted to wrap my arms around her and never let go. I wanted to claim her the way I claimed her that night, and as her breath faltered, I knew she remembered too.

But then, Lily shivered and tore herself away, forcing several feet of cold air between us. She looked like she was in physical pain as she straightened her clothes and smoothed her hair.

"I have a plan," she said, her voice trembling but gaining strength. "Everything I’m doing right now is for a reason. I can’t let anything—or anyone—disrupt it. My life depends on it."

I saw the hesitation in her eyes and felt how hard she was fighting to stop the bond from slamming into her the way it did to me. I took a deep breath, forcing my wolf back into the shadows, and slowly let my hand drop to my side.

"If I could wait this long to find you," I told her, my voice steady, "I can wait a few more days."

The words caught her off guard. Of course, she didn't remember me that way. She looked at me for a long beat, her expression lost and vulnerable, before she turned away quickly and left the room.

I stood there alone in the silence, the weight of the bond humming under my skin like a dull, hungry ache.