Outcast Luna: The Alpha's Hidden Twins

Shooting her a look of pure contempt, I walked past without a word and headed for the house, fully intending to leave her out there alone.

But just as my foot hit the threshold, the sobbing abruptly cut off.

Frowning, I turned around.

Just in time to watch her collapse to the ground.

***

When I finally came to and forced my eyes open, the stark white ceiling immediately told me I was in a hospital room. Memory rushed back—a sharp, twisting pain that had knotted my stomach.

Panic seized me. I bolted upright in bed, my hand flying to my abdomen.

"Don't panic." Dr. Renswick's calm voice drifted over. "Your babies are perfectly fine."

I whipped my head toward him. He was carefully examining what looked like a stack of medical reports.

"D-did Arvian bring me here?" I asked, my voice trembling.

The doctor set the documents on the bedside table before stepping closer.

"He did," he replied gently. "But he's already left."

"Does he know?" I asked, fighting to keep the sheer terror out of my voice.

"Not unless you told him."

A heavy breath left my lungs, and the rigid tension in my muscles finally snapped. But the relief was short-lived.

Dr. Renswick was the head physician of the pack hospital. Which meant he inevitably had close ties to Arvian. It was only a matter of time before he reported my pregnancy to him.

"Dr. Renswick, can I ask you a favor?"

"Of course."

"Please, don't tell Arvian about the babies."

His brows shot up in surprise.

"You haven't told him yet?"

"No. And I never will."

"But, Narelia, they're Arvian's heirs. The future of this pa—"

"No."

I cut him off sharply.

"He'll never accept them. That's exactly why I have to protect them from him. I'm begging you—if you want them to be safe, don't say a word to him."

A heavy silence settled over the room. For several agonizing seconds, I couldn't read his expression. Finally, he gave a slow nod. His forehead remained creased, as if he were genuinely worried about me.

"Alright."

I nodded, overwhelmingly grateful.

"I'm going to leave the pack."

Shock flared in his eyes before he quickly masked it.

"But that would make you a rogue wolf. It's incredibly dangerous."

"I know," I replied softly. "But I have no other choice."

He shook his head slowly. "Narelia, given your condition, you have to be extremely careful."

"I know that too. But it's still better than staying here and living in constant pain and danger."

Shortly after my conversation with Dr. Renswick, I checked myself out of the hospital.

Since Arvian was the one who had brought me there, I scoured the lot for the car he had let me use over the years. But it was nowhere to be found. Without my phone, calling a cab was out of the question. Fortunately, after a bit of walking, I managed to flag one down on a nearby street.

When I gave the driver the address of the pack house, apprehension flashed in his eyes.

"The pack house?" he repeated, eyeing me skeptically through the rearview mirror.

Refusing to let it unnerve me, I politely confirmed the destination.

As the taxi pulled up to the grand main entrance of the estate, security guards immediately stepped out to inspect the vehicle. To my surprise, the moment they recognized me through the window, they bowed respectfully.

The driver gaped in shock.

A moment later, the guards swung the imposing central gates open. With wide, excited eyes, the driver steered onto the long, sweeping driveway that led up to the massive, palatial mansion belonging to Arvian's parents.

I couldn't blame him for staring. I had once felt that exact same sense of awe. For most pack members, just seeing the inside of this majestic estate was a lifelong dream.

Yet, as the massive structure loomed closer, a bitter sadness washed over me. I would soon be leaving this place—a place that had long felt like a dream come true.

When the cab finally glided to a halt near the front steps, several guards rushed over to open my door.

It was only then that it hit me—I didn't have a single cent on me.

Seeing my hesitation, one of the guards quickly stepped up and paid the fare. I offered him a sincere thank-you before making my way up the steps and into the house.

The moment I stepped inside, the staff bowed respectfully, ushering me into the main living room.

"Where is the Alpha?" I asked. "Please let him know I need to speak with him. It's urgent."

One of the maids immediately hurried upstairs to fetch him.

While I waited, Arvian's father descended the staircase, radiating his usual effortless authority.

Tall and broadly built despite nearing fifty, he still looked every bit the formidable leader, capable of ruling the pack for decades to come.

I immediately stood and bowed my head.

"Alpha."

The man standing before me was none other than Alpha Luric Mavendon.

He had always treated me with genuine kindness. He never missed an opportunity to praise my generosity or my skill in managing the pack's affairs.

"My dear Narelia, why do you look so downcast? Did Arvian mistreat you again? I swear, this time I'm going to put that brat in his place," he declared, his voice rumbling with protective anger.

Before he could take action against his son, I decided to get straight to the point.

"We're getting a divorce, Alpha."

His eyes widened in sheer shock. I couldn't blame him. It was the last thing he expected to hear.

Within the pack, members only formally presented themselves before the Alpha and Luna when they intended to sever their ties with the pack.

So I continued, "And I'll also need the Luna to be present."

A maid was quickly dispatched to notify Luna Gravella Mavendon.

Word came back that she was out in the gardens. Alpha Luric and I waited in the tense silence of the living room. A few minutes later, Luna Gravella swept into the room.

She was the perfect picture of elegance and nobility, though her reputation as a ruthless fighter was known to all. Her past exploits on the battlefield were the stuff of pack legend.

In the beginning, she hadn't liked that Arvian was mated to a wolfless woman. She had kept her distance, never bothering to hide her blatant disapproval. Yet, over the years, our relationship had softened. Which was exactly why the words I was about to speak felt so difficult to say.

"I want to leave the pack."

A flash of pure astonishment crossed the Luna's face before her usual composed mask slipped back into place.

"What happened, Narelia?" she asked, her tone laced with genuine concern.

Before I could even open my mouth, Alpha Luric intervened.

"I promise you, he'll apologize to you today. Don't make any rash decisions."

They didn't understand. Arvian had never wanted me in the first place. He had even brought up divorce in front of them on several occasions.

Luna Gravella nodded, firmly agreeing with her husband.

I only offered them a bitter, tired smile.

"I've always followed your advice and respected your decisions. This is the first time I'm asking you for something. Let me go. Please. It'll be better for me... and for everyone."

A part of me desperately wanted to tell them about the babies. After all, they were going to be grandparents. They deserved to know the truth.

But I couldn't take that risk. Their son didn't want children with me. With so much on the line, I couldn't afford a single misstep.

Forcing my emotions down, I took a slow, deep breath.

Luna Gravella exchanged a heavy look with Alpha Luric.

He gave a slow shake of his head before turning his piercing gaze back to me.

"What about your family?" he asked, referring to my adoptive father, who held the rank of Gamma.