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

Chapter-8

Lily

The door clicked shut behind me, and I practically ran down the corridor. My lungs felt too small for my chest, and my skin was still buzzing from where his fingers had touched mine.

Mate.

The word was a physical weight in my head. I leaned against the cold stone of the wall, my legs shaking so badly I thought I might collapse. For years, I had walked through this pack house believing I was broken or forgotten. I thought the Moon Goddess had denied me a mate, leaving me to endure Rowan’s "chosen" bond because there was nothing else out there for me.

I was wrong. She hadn't been cruel. She had been protecting this secret until the moment I was strong enough to face it.

I have a mate. And he is the man from that night—the father of my child. And somehow he was here.

Davian…that was a beautiful name.

Everything shifted in an instant. The way I had felt drawn to that stranger in the dark, the way I had never been able to push the memory of him aside—it wasn't just a random connection. It was the bond calling out to me before I even knew his name. Tears blurred my vision and spilled down my cheeks. A part of me wanted to scream with relief, and another part wanted to turn around and sprint back to his room just to feel that safety again.

But I didn't move. I forced myself to take deep, shaky breaths and wiped my face with the back of my hand. If Rowan saw me like this, he would know. He was already suspicious, and with Davian now living under his roof, the danger had doubled. We cannot hide the scent of a true mate bond forever; eventually, something or other will give us away.

And I cannot afford that. Not yet.

I spent the rest of the evening moving like a ghost through the house, avoiding everyone. I kept my head down, focusing on the plan to leave for the city, but my mind was a storm. Every time I heard a distant footstep, I wondered if it was Davian. Every time the wind shifted, I looked for his scent.

By the time I retreated to my bedroom for the night, I was exhausted from the mental effort of acting normal. I thought I could finally find a moment of peace, but that hope was shattered when my door was thrown open. There was no knock, just the heavy bang of wood hitting the wall as Rowan stormed in.

"You need to stop entering my room without permission," I said, keeping my voice as flat as possible, though my heart was already racing. The hate I felt for this man had no words for me to describe it.

Rowan didn't even look at me. He paced the floor, his face flushed with a dark, volatile anger. "You think you’re clever, don't you? You think I don't see what you're doing?"

"I have no idea what you’re talking about, Rowan," I replied.

He snapped. In two strides, he was over me, his hand lashing out to grab my arm. He yanked me upward, his fingers digging into my skin with a force that I knew would leave bruises by morning.

"Don't play dumb with me!" he hissed, his face inches from mine. "You’re handing all your duties to Kara on purpose. You’re trying to set her up to fail, so I look like a fool at the Alpha Meet. You want revenge, don't you?"

"You’re hurting me," I said, trying to pull my arm back, but his grip only tightened. "And you’re being paranoid. You’ve always said Kara was so good. If you have so little faith in her, why is she even here? Is she nothing more than someone you sleep with when you’re bored?"

His eyes turned murderous. He shoved me back, pinning me against the wall with his body weight. I gasped as my back hit the stone, the air leaving my lungs in a sharp burst.

"I am warning you about these games, Lily," he growled, raising his hand as if to strike, but before he could, a sharp, loud knock echoed through the room.

Rowan froze, his hand still hovering in the air. His head snapped toward the door, his jaw tight with irritation.

"Get lost!" he shouted, not even bothering to see who it was.

The handle turned. The door hadn't been locked, and it swung open with a slow, heavy creak.

Davian stood at the threshold. He didn't rush in, but his presence filled the entire doorway, blocking out the light from the hall. He looked like a statue carved from shadow, but his eyes were moving, scanning the room until they landed on me. He saw everything—he saw how Rowan had me pinned against the cold stone, and he saw Rowan’s hand still raised.

I watched the shift in Davian’s expression. It was subtle but terrifying. His jaw tightened so hard I thought his teeth might break, and his hands clenched into white-knuckled fists at his sides. The air in the room suddenly felt twice as heavy, charged with a silent, lethal promise.

I met his eyes, my heart screaming for him to help me, but the fear for his life hit me just as hard. If he attacked an Alpha in his own bedroom, Rowan would have him executed. I desperately mouthed a single word: Please. No.

"Luna, are you alright?" Davian asked, his eyes boring into mine. His voice wasn't loud, but it was hard, like iron scraping against stone.

Rowan turned, finally letting go of my arm to face the intrusion. "This is none of your business, guard. She is my wife. Get out before I have you thrown out."

Davian didn't move an inch. He didn't even look at Rowan. "I am her guard," he said calmly. "It is my duty to ensure her safety."

Rowan let out a harsh, disbelieving laugh, stepping closer to Davian to try and reclaim the space.

"I am her Alpha. I am her husband. I am the one who gives orders in this house. I am telling you—get out."

The air in the room felt like it was being sucked out. The tension was a physical weight, thick and suffocating. Davian finally shifted his gaze, his eyes clashing with Rowan’s for a split second before moving back to me. There was a quiet, steady strength in his expression that gave me courage I hadn't felt in years.

"I will leave if Luna tells me to," Davian said.

The room went completely still. I could hear the blood rushing in my ears. But the mate bond was humming between us now, steady and grounding. For the first time since I entered this house, the crushing weight of Rowan’s presence felt small. I looked at Davian—my mate, my protector—and I didn't hesitate.

"I want you to stay," I said, my voice clear and unwavering.

Rowan looked like he might actually explode. His chest heaved, his hands twitching as he glared at me. But he knew he couldn't force the issue without a scene that would alert the entire hallway, exposing the cracks in his perfect Alpha mask. With a final, venomous look that promised a later reckoning, he stormed past Davian, nearly slamming into him, and disappeared into the hall.

Once the sound of his heavy footsteps died away, the silence felt different. It wasn't empty; it was safe. I finally let my shoulders drop, the adrenaline leaving me in a rush that made my knees weak.

"Thank you," I whispered, my voice barely audible.

Davian stepped a few inches into the room, his eyes softening as the hard, warrior mask slipped away.

"Get some rest, Lily," he said softly. The protective edge remained in his tone, but there was a deep kindness there, too.

"You...you should go, get some rest too," I sighed, rubbing my face.

"I am not leaving you alone," Davian replied. "Not after what I saw."

"I will be fine," I assured, even if I sounded anything but convincing. "He won't bother me anymore."

"I was sent here to protect you. I’m not going anywhere," he said, his tone no-nonsense. "And if I were you, I wouldn't be so trusting of that bastard."

I opened my mouth to argue, but he just gave me a small, firm shake of his head, dismissing me. Eventually, Davian stepped back out into the corridor and closed the door with a gentle click.

Defeated, I lay down on the bed, my body finally going limp against the mattress. Through the thin gap at the bottom of the door, I could see his shadow—a solid, unwavering silhouette against the dim light of the hallway. He was there, a wall of iron between me and the man who claimed to own me. And for the first time in a long time, I felt the sense of safety seep into my bones and a weird warmth that seemed wrap around my heart like a halo of shimmering golden light.

I placed my hand over my stomach, feeling a strange, quiet peace.

"That’s him," I whispered to the tiny life growing inside me. "That’s your father. And he’s finally here."