The Alpha's Secret Heir and the Vanished Luna

I was pregnant with the Alpha’s heir, yet Michael refused to Mark me, calling my concerns "hormonal" while he paraded another woman, Serena, as his future Luna.

The betrayal cut deep, but the breaking point came at the pack celebration.

Serena slapped me across the face in front of everyone, and instead of defending his pregnant mate, Michael looked bored and ordered me to stop making a scene.

That night, I didn't just leave; I ripped the mate bond out of my own mind.

The pain was blinding, but necessary.

With my mother's help, I faked my death—and the death of our unborn child—to escape his toxic hold.

For four years, I raised my son, Finn, on a hidden island, safe from the politics that nearly destroyed me.

I thought I was free, until a ragged, broken man washed up on my shore.

It was Michael.

He wasn't the arrogant King anymore; he was a beggar who had spent years mourning a ghost.

When he saw Finn, he fell to his knees, weeping at the sight of the boy who had his golden eyes.

"Is he mine?" he begged.

"He is mine," I told him coldly. "You lost him the day you chose her."

I prepared to send him away, but then the alarms rang.

Serena had found us, leading a rogue army to slaughter my son for dark magic.

Michael looked at me, his eyes clearing for the first time in years.

"I will be your shield," he vowed.

He ran straight into the silver blades, taking the death blow meant for our child.

As he died in my arms, I finally forgave him.

Now, I stand over his grave not as a victim, but as the Alpha Luna who will rule the world he left behind.