The Alpha's Forgotten Luna
Sienna was born the Alpha’s daughter, yet she grew up like a shadow in her own pack. After her mother’s death, love became a privilege she was never granted. Her stepmother’s cruelty was quiet but constant, her stepsister adored while Sienna was trained to obey, not to lead. Power flowed in her veins, but she was taught to shrink until she believed she was worth nothing more than her silence.
Cassius was her only constant. The future Alpha, the boy who stood in front of her when others sneered, who promised protection with bloodied knuckles and fierce eyes. But packs do not run on childhood promises. As they grew, the elders whispered that Sienna was weak, unworthy, a liability. Lies spread, carefully crafted to rot her reputation from the inside out.
When fate revealed them as mates, it should have been a blessing. Instead, it became a weapon. Cassius’s claim to the Alpha seat trembled, and the pack demanded a stronger Luna. Sienna overheard their plans and began pulling her heart apart stitch by stitch, preparing to disappear.
At the mate recognition ceremony, Cassius hesitated. And in that pause, everything shattered. He rejected her publicly, accused her of manipulation, and broke her wolf before the entire pack. Sienna did not scream. She simply broke.
Then came the secret. A child growing inside her. A life she would protect at any cost.
She fled. She survived. She rose.
Years later, Sienna returns no longer weak, no longer begging, with a child whose eyes mirror Cassius’s soul. The bond reignites, but she is done being chosen last.
This time, Cassius must burn his world down to earn her back.
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Chapter: 280. SIENNABeing on bed rest sounded considerably easier when Marianne first prescribed it. I had imagined quiet mornings, books, conversations with my children, and perhaps sneaking in a little work whenever Cassius wasn't paying attention. What I hadn't imagined was Cassius turning my bed rest into a full-scale operation where I wasn't trusted to walk three steps without an escort. Since coming home from the hospital, he had apparently decided that every object in the house was either too far away for me to reach or too dangerous for me to touch. My water was brought to me. My meals were brought to me. My books were brought to me. Even my pillows were adjusted whenever I moved too much. "I'm capable of moving a pillow," I told him that morning as he rearranged the cushions behind my back. "I know." "Then why are you doing it?" "Because I can." I stared at him. "That's becoming your favorite excuse." He smiled and kissed my forehead. "Get comfortable."
Last Updated: 2026-08-28
Chapter: 279. SIENNAThe first thing I noticed when I opened my eyes was the ceiling. The second was the heaviness in my body. Everything felt strangely slow, as though even breathing required more effort than it normally did. I blinked several times before remembering where I was. The hospital. My hand immediately moved toward my stomach, and panic rushed through me when I couldn't feel anything. "Cassius?" My voice came out weak. He was beside me instantly, his hand wrapping around mine. "I'm here." I turned toward him. His eyes looked exhausted, his hair disheveled, and there were dark circles beneath them that hadn't been there that morning. "The babies?" I whispered. He squeezed my hand. "They're okay." The relief that followed was so overwhelming that I closed my eyes. "They're okay?" "They're okay." He kissed my forehead. "Marianne checked everything. Their heartbeats are strong." I breathed out shakily. "Then why am I here?" Cassius didn't answer immediately. That
Last Updated: 2026-08-27
Chapter: 278. CASSIUSThe morning had started so normally that the fear that followed felt almost cruel. Sienna had been sitting beside me at breakfast, complaining about the eggs while simultaneously eating half of them. Nicholas was attempting to steal Kane's toast, Selena was telling him to stop, and Kane was trying to convince both of them that his plate was not communal property. I was barely listening to their argument because Sienna had suddenly gone quiet. I glanced at her and found her staring down at her stomach. "What?" I asked immediately. She looked at me and smiled faintly. "Nothing. They're moving." My expression softened. I reached across the table and placed my hand over hers. "Both?" She nodded. "I think so." I smiled and kissed her knuckles. Everything was fine. At least, that's what I thought.It happened less than an hour later. Sienna had gone upstairs to change while I remained in the study with Jackson,
Last Updated: 2026-08-26
Chapter: 277. CASSIUSThere were things about Sienna's pregnancy that no longer surprised me because this wasn't my first time watching her carry our child. I had already seen her pregnant. I had watched her carry Nicholas after that. I knew the way her energy changed as the months passed, the way her back began aching after standing for too long, the way she sometimes needed an extra moment before getting out of bed, and the way her appetite could change without warning. I knew which foods she liked when she felt sick and which smells could make her leave a room immediately. What was different this time was that I knew exactly what her body was being asked to do. She wasn't carrying one child. She was carrying two. And every time I looked at the curve of her stomach, I remembered that there were two little lives growing inside her, making this pregnancy more demanding than the ones I had witnessed before. That knowledge had made me attentive, but Sienna insisted I was becoming ridiculous.That morning was
Last Updated: 2026-08-25
Chapter: 276. SIENNABy the time I reached the point where my stomach had become impossible to hide, I had accepted that privacy inside my own house was officially over. My bump had grown considerably over the past few weeks, and apparently every person living under our roof had developed an opinion about it. Cassius was the worst. He touched my stomach constantly, sometimes with a purpose and sometimes simply because his hand seemed to find its way there whenever he was near me. Kane liked resting his head against it while telling the babies about his day. Selena treated my stomach as though it were a mysterious object that occasionally required investigation. Nicholas, however, had decided that the bump belonged to him. Every morning, he would toddle toward me, lift my shirt with absolutely no permission, place both hands against my stomach, and announce, "Babies." I had stopped trying to understand how he knew exactly where they were.
Last Updated: 2026-08-21
Chapter: 275. SIENNAThe fear began with a dream.It was one of those dreams that felt far too real, the kind that left a strange weight behind even after waking. I was standing in a place I didn't recognize, surrounded by darkness so thick that I couldn't see beyond my own hands. I could hear babies crying somewhere ahead of me, two tiny voices calling for me, and every instinct inside me screamed that they were mine. I tried running toward them, but my feet wouldn't move. I screamed their names, but no sound came from my throat. Then I saw a shadow step into the distance, carrying two tiny bundles in its arms. I couldn't see the person's face. I only saw my babies disappearing farther and farther away from me. I tried to reach them again, desperately fighting against whatever held me in place. "No!" I screamed inside the dream. "Give them back!" The figure turned slightly, and one of the babies began crying harder. I woke up
Last Updated: 2026-08-20
Chapter: 160. ARIANAThe world between dream and waking was hazy, yet somehow brighter than reality itself. When I opened my eyes, the first thing I felt wasn’t fear, but warmth. My body was heavy with exhaustion, yet my heart—oh, my heart was full. Tears slipped down the corner of my eyes even before I realized why. Memories that weren’t mine lived inside me, whispering through my veins like blood carrying a thousand years of longing. Seraphina’s life. Her pain. Her love. Her desperate cries for her child. And finally, her peace when the Moon Goddess had held her and promised her a better life.I had seen it all. Lived it all.And now I knew—her better life was me.A shaky breath left my lips, my hand instinctively going to my belly. The faint swell beneath my palm pulsed with promise, the third heartbeat
Last Updated: 2025-08-25
Chapter: 159. LUCASShane’s voice faded into silence, the story ending like a candle guttering out in a room too heavy with shadows. I sat there frozen, staring at her as though her words were still weaving themselves into the air around me. My throat felt raw, my chest heavy, and yet the ache that spread through me wasn’t only sorrow. It was something else—a strange, unexpected peace, tangled with grief.Seraphina. Her story was not just words, not just fragments of a past long buried—it was her life. Her pain. Her stolen joy. And for the first time, I felt the full weight of it.Tears burned at the corners of my eyes, and I didn’t bother wiping them away. I let them fall, let them trail down my skin. Maybe I owed her that. Maybe I owed her far more.
Last Updated: 2025-08-25
Chapter: 158. SERAPHINASilence.It was the kind that stretched endlessly, as though the world itself had gone mute. I stood upon what looked like endless clouds, pale and silver, shimmering beneath a sky that had no sun and no moon. My feet did not sink, nor did they move, yet somehow I was standing, breathing—though I was certain breath no longer belonged to me.I was dead.The thought struck me not with fear, but with an aching hollowness that spread through me like frost. I pressed a hand against my chest where once a heart had pounded restlessly, yearning, breaking, surviving. Now there was nothing. Only silence.And yet, even here, beyond the veil, my eyes were not allowed to rest. They sought something—someone. My child. The one who had not even taken his first breath, the li
Last Updated: 2025-08-24
Chapter: 157. CAELANIt had been a month. A month of nights when the silence felt too vast, when her voice should have filled these walls but never did. A month of mornings when a child’s soft cry was the only thing that tethered me to this world. He was not mine by blood, not mine by right, yet the moment she had placed him in my arms, with that broken whisper—take him, promise me he will live—something inside me shifted.From that day, he was my son.I sat in the garden now, the late afternoon sun spilling across the stone paths, warming the cradle that swayed gently beside me. His tiny chest rose and fell in rhythm, fist curled against his cheek, lips parted as though he were smiling at some secret dream. Her dream.
Last Updated: 2025-08-24
Chapter: 156. LUCIENDoing right by her.For once in my life, the phrase did not feel hollow. It was not about politics, it was not about appearances, not about the crown I carried like a curse—it was about her. Seraphina. The woman I loved, the woman I lost, the woman whose absence burned holes into my soul that no amount of time nor duty could mend.I stood in the great hall that morning, the weight of the crown heavy on my head, the council gathered around me like carrion birds. Their whispers had grown louder since Caelan left with my son—our son. They thought I didn’t hear, but I did. Every word. Every insult disguised as careful speculation. Every sneer at her name.“She was never meant to be queen.” “She bewitched him.” “She brought ruin.” “Perhaps the gods punished her, punished us, through her.”They didn’t say it to my face, but I knew. And today, I would not ignore it anymore.I slammed my hand against the throne’s armrest, the sound echoing like a crack of thunder across the marble walls. T
Last Updated: 2025-08-23
Chapter: 155. LUCIENI couldn’t sleep.Not anymore.It has been a week since Caelan left with my son.My son.This is probably the first time I have acknowledged it to myself—that he was mine. He was ours. He is ours.I sat up, rubbing my eyes, trying to find ways to sleep. But I just couldn’t. Not anymore. A lot of things haunted me and it was too late.Why did she not tell me? I knew the answer for it. But a part of me wanted to ask her that question anyway, as if saying it aloud would change the truth.Why did I not do anything when I knew that she was pregnant? I saw her… I saw her in a way I had never seen before, I saw her swollen with my child, and yet I didn’t make a move. Not once did I go and check on her. Why?And the dreadful part. The birth.It clung to me like blood that refused to wash away.I leaned forward, pressing my forehead into my palms, when the memory clawed its way back to me—uninvited, merciless.The midwife had been trembling when she came to me that night, her hands still smell
Last Updated: 2025-08-23
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