Return of the Luna: The Billionaire Heiress

AVA'S POV FIVE YEARS AGO “I didn't do it, I couldn't have,” I cried and yelled at the top of my voice as the guards led me to the dungeon. This had to be the most embarrassing moment of my life, but the embarrassment was nothing compared to the heartbreak I felt. Jones watched the guard drag me away, on his instructions and showed no care whatsoever to my plight. Even after two years of being his Luna, he still thought the worst of me. I sat in the dungeon that had nothing but hay, seated in the cold and awaiting final judgment. I couldn't care if I died or lived, my heart was calling for death, anything but this humiliation. “Hey,” I heard a whisper from behind me. I was seated facing the wall and crying my eyes out. I reluctantly turned around. I couldn't recognize the man since he wore a long black robe and his face was heavily masked. “Are you guilty of this you are accused of?” He asked. “I would never take the life of Alpha Leu, what gain do I have in doing that?” I answered amidst tears. “I know,” the man said, pulling out a key bunch and unlocking the dungeon. “We have to leave, now,” he said, holding open the doors. “What?” I exclaimed. Sure I was in danger, but running off with a stranger, especially away from Jones and the life I had here was not part of my plans. “We have to leave, now!” the stranger sounded very urgent. He grabbed me by the hand before I could say another word and led me out of the dungeon and the pack house entirely. A car was parked and waiting for us, which zoomed off at peak speed immediately we got in. “Who are you?” I questioned, looking back at the pack house. 'Will Jones notice my absence?’ ‘’Will he come after me and the child I carried in my womb?’ I hoped the answer to all my questions would be positive. I loved Jones and nothing delighted me more than being by his side, more so now that we were expecting addition to our family. “There's no way in the world I'm letting my daughter die in the hands of that misfit,” the stranger said, pulling off his mask. “Father?” I was filled with shock. He was an exact replica of me, having blonde hair, and light skin. He was also just as slim, only having black eyes, which didn't match my ocean blue eyes. I had never known my parents. I grew up as a maid in the pack house and served Jones’ mother before her demise. I was barely treated fairly by the other members of the pack until I became Jones’ Luna. His mother was the only one excited about it two years ago and it was rather unfortunate she died a few months after. “Father,” I repeated, throwing my hands around him in a hug, as I sighted a necklace that said “Bruce” on him, after he took off his mask. I have had a similar piece since I was a baby. Luna June, Jones’ mother, told me that the pendant was pinned to my clothing when some of her pack members found me as a baby. It was my only hope of finding my family, which finally happened twenty-two years later. We arrived at the pack house and I struggled to wrap my head around the reality of my new life. “My father ruled the Blood-shot moon pack as Alpha and his territory was twice as large as that of Jones. 'Woah!’ ********************** I stared out the window, wearing sad eyes. It had been months and although my life was comfortable, Jones hadn't come in search of me. He did believe I was responsible for the murder of Alpha Leu. I had more luxury than I could handle here, but I wanted the luxury of being in Jones’ arms again. We were just getting along and making the most of our marriage before I got framed for Alpha Leu's murder, but clearly the connection was not as deep on the other side, it meant nothing to Jones. “Ahhhhhh,” I gave a loud shout, as my stomach began to contract. The guards and maids always at my Beck and call rushed into my chambers and while one hurried to get my father, the guards rushed me to the infirmary. My father soon met me at the infirmary, where he held my hands tightly and supported me for four hours until I had successfully put to birth. I slipped into unconsciousness immediately after delivery. I slowly opened my eyes, to clear the blurry image it created of everything. “Father,” I struggled to say my first words as I woke up three hours later. “I'm here moon pie,” he quickly held my hand. I was weak and could only give a faint smile in response. I turned around, taking a glance at the team of medics standing just behind my father. One of the maids soon approached my bedside with a baby properly wrapped up. She handed him to my father, who sat beside me, holding my little miracle in his arms. I looked around for a minute, in anticipation of the second child. I may have been weak and at the verge of dying but I knew I had two babies. “We lost his brother,” my father sadly announced to me. “The goddess bless the soul of the Alpha Prince, and preserves the other half of him,” the medics team, father and the guards and maids present chorused. 'This was a joke,’ my thoughts ran wild. I tried to get out of bed, but I had a terrible headache, and was still too weak to make any major movement. My father had tears welled up at the edges and bottom of his eyes and that was when it hit me. “Nooooooooo,” I yelled at the top of my voice, with the last of strength left in me, as tears flowed down my cheeks in endless streams.