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

Chapter 1

Lily

“Luna, you’re pregnant.”

For a moment, I thought I had heard her wrong. I stared at the doctor, waiting for her to correct herself—for her expression to shift, for her to glance back at the file and realize she had mixed something up.

She didn’t.

“No,” I said, a little too quickly. “That’s not possible.”

Instead of arguing, she turned the report toward me. “Your bloodwork is clear. I repeated the test this morning to be sure.”

My fingers felt unsteady as I took the file from her. I skimmed the page, not really understanding most of it, until my eyes caught the only words that mattered.

Positive. Confirmed.

I let out a slow breath, but it didn’t steady me.

“This doesn’t make sense,” I said. “I only came in because I’ve been tired.”

“Fatigue is common in early pregnancy,” she replied calmly.

Pregnancy.

The word had no existence whatsoever in my life. A few years ago, I had been told the opposite in this same room. I remembered sitting in that chair, hands locked together, trying not to fall apart while the doctor explained that I wouldn’t be able to conceive.

That I was…infertile.

Rowan had spoken before I could.

“It’s alright,” he had said, squeezing my hand. “We don’t need children. I’ve got you. That’s enough.”

I had believed my husband and my Alpha. I had accepted it because I didn’t have a choice. So this…this report in my hands…should have been a miracle. But it didn’t feel like one.

“I was told I couldn’t get pregnant,” I said quietly. “I thought it was just...fatigue. Owen, my stepson, has been impossible lately. I figured I was just tired from dealing with him and all the pack duties…” I waved my hand, and it seemed like I was trying to convince myself rather than her.

The doctor gave a small nod. “That was your diagnosis then. This is your condition now, and as I said, fatigue is a very common symptom of pregnancy. However, if you want to be certain, we can do an ultrasound.” I hesitated for a second, then nodded. I needed to be absolutely sure.

The examination room felt unusually cold today as I lay still on the bed, staring up at the ceiling while the doctor prepared the machine and then splattered some cold gel on my stomach. My thoughts kept circling the same point, refusing to settle.

This shouldn’t be happening.

After a few moments, she turned the screen toward me. I forced myself to look. At first, I didn’t understand what I was seeing. Just shadows and blurred dots. Then she adjusted something, and a small, faint form came into focus. It was way too tiny.

“There,” she said gently. A second later, a soft, steady sound filled the room.

“That’s the heartbeat.”

My chest tightened. I didn’t say anything. I just kept looking at the screen, trying to match what I was seeing with what I was hearing.

It was real. There was no mistake this time.

“I will prescribe you some medicines and a proper regimen for you while you get changed,” the pack doctor said, showing the first hint of sympathy since she dropped the bomb on me. “You can clean yourself up and get changed.”

She handed me a box of tissues and stalked out, leaving me alone with the screaming dread in my head and a small printout of the life growing inside me.

My baby.

The cold air outside the infirmary hit me the moment I stepped out. I made it to the nearest bench before sitting down, my legs suddenly unsteady. The report was still in my hand, slightly crumpled from how tightly I’d been holding it.

Pregnant.

I had spent years coming to terms with the fact that it would never happen. I had stopped thinking about it, stopped hoping for it, even if it had hurt me every second of every day. But now that this miracle has really happened, that I was really going to be a mother…why did this feel so wrong?

I closed my eyes and tried to think clearly. I needed to tell Rowan. That much was obvious. But as soon as the thought came, something else followed—something that made my stomach turn.

I went over the past few months in my head, slowly…carefully, and my breath caught. Rowan hadn’t touched me in months. Not once. He barely sleeps beside me these days. I opened my eyes and stared straight ahead, the realization settling in piece by piece. There was no way around this anymore.

This child wasn’t his.

And with that realization, the memory from that night came hurling before I could stop it.

“Are you hurt?”

“Let me take care of you, please.”

It had only been one night, just one desperate night where I had lost control. But the moment I had woken up, I had decided it was a mistake, something I would forget and never speak of again.

Little did I know the consequence of that one mistake could become so lasting…so permanent. I pressed my hand against my mouth, trying to steady my breathing. I forced myself to stand, even though my legs still felt weak. There was no point delaying it. I had to tell him.

Everything. Now.

I started toward the packhouse, already going over the words in my head, trying to find a way to say them without everything falling apart.

“Good afternoon, Luna,” pack members greeted me with smiles as I dragged myself towards the Alpha House. I forced a smile on my face and nodded back. Over the years, I had kind of honed the skill of pretending pretty nicely.

The moment I headed inside, I ran into Alec, Rowan’s Beta. He was leaning against the stairs that led to the Alpha and Luna’s wing.

“Luna…are you okay?” Alec asked, staring wide-eyed at me. He seemed somewhat…startled?

“Yeah, just tired,” I said and then frowned. “What are you doing here? Were you not with the Alpha at the meeting?”

“I..uh…” Alec shifted from feet to feet, looking uncomfortable as hell.

“Never mind,” I muttered, heading upstairs.

“Luna wait…” Alec almost shouted at me and then quickly lowered his head and bowed as I turned around with a look.

“Alec, what is it?” I demanded. “Do you want to say something?” He looked almost defeated as he shook his head.

“I am sorry,” he whispered, not meeting my gaze before turning around and walking away. I stared at his retreating back and frowned.

What was that?

Shaking my head, the dread returning full force in the pit of my stomach, I headed upstairs, and with each step I took, I could feel my heartbeat picking up and sweat starting to bead on my forehead. The impending sense of doom intensified to the point that I couldn’t breathe.

By the time I reached our bedroom, my legs were about to give up. I took a final, shaky breath, steadying myself for the end of my life as I knew it. My hand felt cold and damp as I raised my fist toward the heavy oak door. I was about to knock when a sound sliced through the silence.

“Ah…Rowan…goddess…you feel so good.”

I froze, my knuckles hovering inches from the wood. Every muscle in my body locked, and the blood rushing to my ears turned to ice. No. It couldn't be. My mind furiously rejected what my body already knew was the truth.

I leaned closer, unable to stop myself from confirming the disaster. The painfully familiar female voice again spilled through the crack in the door—moaning and groaning as she chanted my husband’s name. I knew that voice. Because it belonged to Kara…my she-wolf.

And she was f*****g my husband in my bed in the middle of the afternoon.

Before I could head inside, if my legs allowed me to move, that is, she spoke again, and this time what she said made the ground beneath me shatter into a billion pieces.

“Please… don’t push me away again, Rowan,” Kara groaned. “Don’t make me hide… I am your mate, after all. And the mother of your son…”