ALPHA TWINS FATED MATE: The black moon luna

Nineteen years ago

Under the ominous cover of a moonless sky, a storm raged over the Black Rogoro pack’s territory. The air was thick with tension, the howling wind echoing the agony of a woman in labor. Inside a dimly lit wooden cabin at the heart of the warrior’s quarters, Lucia Hart lay writhing in pain, her body weakened by the brutal contractions ripping through her. She clutched the sheets beneath her as another wave of pain crashed over her.

She wasn’t supposed to give birth yet. It was too early.

“Aaaaaagh!” She screamed from inside.

Lucia’s husband, Stanley Hart, burst into the room.

“No you can't come in now,” the midwife said firmly and Stanley exited the room.

Stanley, the ruthless head warrior and enforcer of the Black Rogoro pack, paced outside, his broad shoulders rigid with anxiety. He had fought countless battles, taken countless lives, yet he was powerless now. He despised feeling weak, and his wife’s unexpected labor made him feel just that.

Then, silence. A fragile, weak cry pierced the air, barely audible over the storm outside.

The midwife stepped out, her face pale and weary. “It’s a girl,” she said softly, but there was no joy in her voice. She hesitated before continuing, “But Lucia… she’s fading.”

Stanley stormed into the room, his heart pounding in his chest. He saw his wife, her face ashen, her breaths shallow. The baby, small and frail, was wrapped in a thin blanket beside her. Lucia turned her head slightly, her eyes meeting Stanley’s one last time.

“Isn’t she beautiful? I named her Sophia.” She said, smiling weakly.

“Take care of her…Stan,” she whispered, her voice barely above a breath. Then, with a final exhale, she was gone.

A guttural growl of anguish tore from Stanley’s throat. His hands clenched into fists as grief, sorrow, and fury consumed him. His Lucia was dead. And the frail thing lying beside her was the reason.

From that moment on, Stanley Hart grew to despise his own child.

Stanley was torn with regrets, he didn’t know what to do without his lovely wife. A father he was but that was all,he had no faintest idea on how to take care of a newborn,not one he didn’t want to cherish.

The sight of Sophia ached his heart more and he began to ignore her each passing day,her golden brown eyes reminded him of his sweet Lucia and hatred surged through him for his daughter but his love knew no bounds when it came to his twin daughters,Clara and Claire.

With the loss of their mother Claire and Clara turned to the only parent they had and Stanis didn’t hesitate to spoil his daughters rotten,and as time passed his pain rubbed off his twin daughters and they also grew to hate their little sister.

The poor thing knew no one,had no one to turn to. She didn’t have a mother and it felt like she didn’t have a father either. And at a very young age,Sophia grew to depend on herself.

Sophia Hart never knew the warmth of a father’s love or the protective bond of siblings. From the moment she could walk, she understood that she was unwanted.

Her older twin sisters, Clara and Claire, thrived under their father’s doting attention. He trained them rigorously, pushing them to become the best warriors in the pack. The entire pack saw them as the pride of the Hart bloodline. Meanwhile, Sophia was left in the shadows, nothing more than an afterthought.

“You should have died with her,” Clara would sneer when they were alone.

“You’re weak,” Claire would add, her golden eyes gleaming with malice. “Father only keeps you around because he has no choice.”

At first, Sophia tried to fight back. She tried to prove she was worthy. She begged her father to train her like he did with her sisters. But every time she attempted to spar, she was met with disappointment.

“Pathetic,” Stanley would say, shaking his head in disgust. “You’ll never be strong enough to carry our name.”

Sophia learned to stop asking.

The only solace she found was in the company of the pack’s healer and midwife, an elderly woman named Myra. Myra had been there the night Lucia died and had always felt a sense of guilt for not being able to save her. She took Sophia under her wing, teaching her about herbs, healing, and the power of knowledge.

“You may not have strength in your fists,” Myra would say, brushing Sophia’s unruly curls away from her face. “But strength comes in many forms. Remember that.”

But no amount of wisdom could shield Sophia from the pain of being treated as an outcast in her own home. She endured years of loneliness, harsh words, and cold stares. And so, as soon as she was of age, she made a decision.

“I'm leaving,” she said determinedly.

She had spent the last year preparing for this. She had secretly applied for a scholarship to a university far away, and to her shock, she had been accepted. She hadn’t told anyone, not even Myra,fearing that her father or sisters would try to stop her but now she couldn’t just leave and she pondered the whole day on how to break the news.

The moon cast a soft glow over the dimly lit dining room and the Hart family sat to have their dinner. Sophia who had been quiet during dinners fidgeted on how to start the conversation with her father. She was scared to her wits but she didn’t want to spend the rest of her life locked in this pack and her family.

She knew she was being ignored but it's the usual and she was used to it and so she continued. “I applied to a university outside the pack and I got in on scholarship.”

The clattering of spoons was heard as Stanley picked up the glass of water next to his meal and gulped. “When do you leave?” He said without giving it a thought.

“As usual he doesn’t care…” she thought as she responded. “In a week’s time.”

“Okay.” Her father replied as he continued to have his meal.

“But Father! Why does she get to leave the pack and we’re stuck here to attend the pack’s school.” Claire protested, as she had been eagerly waiting for her father's harsh response.

“Yes Father, she can’t leave!” Clara added as she folded her arms below her bosoms.

“The earlier she leaves,the better for us all.” Stanley said to his daughters as he also tried to convince himself that it was for the best,the pain of losing his wife was still evident and the thought of Sophia leaving their lives for good sounded better than torturing her here.

It’s been a year since Sophia left all behind and went to college with the help of Myra who supported her with the little funding she had from healing the pack members.

College was a world unlike anything Sophia had ever known. There were no pack politics, no warriors measuring their worth in bloodshed, no looming presence of her father’s disappointment hanging over her. For the first time, she was just another student.

She had expected to feel lost, overwhelmed even, but instead, she found something she never thought possible…belonging.

Her roommate, a fiery girl named Ava, took her under her wing almost instantly. “You’re too quiet,” Ava had said during their first week. “We need to change that.”

Sophia laughed for the first time in what felt like forever.

She excelled in her studies, particularly in medical sciences, thanks to the foundation Myra had given her. She thrived in an environment where she wasn’t constantly reminded of her supposed weaknesses. And slowly, the walls she had built around herself started to crumble.

But no matter how far she went, the past had a way of catching up.

It was a crisp autumn afternoon when she received the call. She almost didn’t answer when she saw the number. It was from the pack.

“Sophia.” A deep voice she hadn’t heard in years sent a shiver down her spine. “Come home.” Stanley Hart said without exchanging any pleasantries.

She hadn’t spoken to him since she left. His voice was as cold and commanding as she remembered, but there was something else laced in it…urgency.

Sophia’s heart pounded. “Why?”

There was silence, and then, “Your sisters are getting married to the Lombardo mafia pack twin Alphas...”