Divorced Luna: Carrying The Alpha's King Baby

I came home with blood on my palms. They’re not mine this time.

The blood still feels warm against my skin no matter how hard I try to scrub it off under the pump by the gate, it’s still sticking to my skin like glue.

I sigh.

Laughter still echoes from behind me—the training ground, the elders who did nothing but stand and watch—where I stood completely helpless when a she-wolf tried to degrade me.

She had purposely asked loudly and cruelly if an alpha could still be worthy of being called strong if he was with a barren, wolfless mate.

This wouldn’t have been a problem to me as I’ve always faced insults and threats like this for as long as I can remember, but the fact she tried to insult Julian was what pushed me to throw a punch first.

Although I had my ass handed to me, I still landed in a couple of scratches.

The blood finally came off from my hand and I backed away from the pump, making my way inside.

I straightened when I finally entered the compound.

Wolves looked at me in disdain and disgust but they really couldn’t do anything now I was in Julian’s compound. My husband. Their Alpha.

He was the main reason I haven’t been kicked out, or worse, killed, since I joined this pack.

I was born into his pack, but I’ve always existed on its edge.

A wolf without a wolf, a woman without a womb.

I was a mistake, something that the moon goddess found disgraceful.

I couldn’t even have normal heat cycles like my fellow she-wolves, I was like a curse.

Julian was the only one who ever cared and loved me either way.

When he claimed me as his mate the whole pack had murmured and disagreed for months. According to them they were worried about his legacy as Alpha.

But he didn’t care, he told me he’d love me no matter the cost, that he would treat me better than anyone ever would.

And he did, he made sure no wolf ever laid a hand on me, although he wasn’t always present he made sure his absence still provided me comfort.

As I approached the inner chambers of the Alpha house, my ears picked up something.

The house is supposed to be empty because Julian had travelled for the meeting of Alphas. 

But it doesn’t sound so empty now.

Was it someone trying to ambush me again? Maybe they weren’t satisfied with the beating I just got.

My limbs ached as I went through the corridor trying to pinpoint the source of the sound.

When the air began to change my steps also slowed instinctively.

Something wasn’t exactly right.

“Julian?” 

I called out, trying to make sure he wasn’t home.

No one responded.

My weak senses stretch trying to grasp something I can’t even name.

I finally catch a scent, but it’s weird.

“Julian?” I called out again but this time I was impatient.

As I walked in further I began to hear sounds, muffled but unmistakable.

Moans.

I followed the sound down the corridor and stood frozen when I heard the sound of skin on skin.

Wet, quick, deep.

It was something I hadn’t heard in a while because I hadn’t done it in a while.

When I fling open the door I see Julian in between her thighs.

In between the thighs of my sister.

There both stark naked as he rams into her like his life depended on it.

He didn’t even notice I had entered the room because he had his eyes closed, lost in the moment.

My sister on the other hand had her hands clawing his back as he thrusted into her.

Her mouth was wide open as his own moth found her neck and bit on it.

I don’t know how long I stand there for but I know it’s long enough for Julian to finally notice my presence.

When he looked up his expression wasn’t that of shock, in fact his heart beat didn’t even quicken in the slightest. 

He was calm, normal, like what I had just caught him doing wasn’t wicked.

“Why are you back so early?” He asked as he slid his cock out of my sister.

My chest burned at his nonchalance.

“Is that what you have to say?!” I cracked.

If my wolf wasn’t dormant I’m sure she would have been in serious agony right now.

My younger sister, Lydia, merely laughed breathlessly, still very much flushed from what she had been doing.

“You always were the slow one. What were you really expecting? To have him all to herself? How greedy.” She moaned as she reached for his chest and planted kisses on it.

My anger took the better of me again and I launched at her. “How dare you?!” 

I bared my claws and teeth but before I could reach her, I was held back.

Julian held my back.

“Lay a finger on her and you’ll be thrown into the dark hole.” His eyes glowed red, obvious that he was already angry.

I stunned back, intimidated by his voice and aura.

“But you’re my mate! How can you do this to me?!”

Julian simply straightened. He doesn’t even care to look at me.

“You should be grateful,” he said calmly, fixing his robe. “Without me, you’d have been exiled years ago. I saved you, protected you, loved you. The least you could do is show me gratitude.” His voice bounced on every wall in his inner chamber. 

“Grateful? For what?” My voice cracked, despite my effort to stay calm.

“For being humiliated? Tossed aside?”

“For being tolerated,” my sister cuts in, swinging her legs over the bed. She looks at me like I was a prey she had already conquered.

“You’re wolfless, you can’t conceive. What did you think would happen?”

Julian didn’t bother correcting her or standing up for me.

“I tried my best,” I said as desperation leaked through my voice. “I did everything I could, I drank every concoction, even herb. I did what I was told!”

“And I was there by your side each step of the way.” Julian relied coldly. “That in itself is kindness enough.”

My chest tightened at the words he had just spoken.

Did all these years mean nothing to him?

All the love he gave me, all the times he made sure I was protected and cared for, was it all an act?

“I won’t accept this,” I shake my head repeatedly, my hands shaking in fear and pain. “I won’t let you take this away from me like you took everything else.” 

Her smile sharpened then.

“It’s already too late for that now.”

She turned towards the door and raised her voice.

Again, Julian didn’t stop her.

“Guards!”

I shake my head backing away. “Julian no, no don’t do this!”

He looked at me but didn't say anything.

“Are you going to let her treat me like this?!”

I yelled as the guards walked into his chambers.

He finally spoke, “this was my decision. Your time of reign has come to an end. I need someone who would give me an heir, someone who can connect to the moon goddess, who I can thrust into without fear of breaking her fragile back.” He spat.

He can’t mean that. He just can’t.

“Let go of me!” I yelled as the guards grabbed on to me.

They seized me and began dragging me toward the pack square before I could run.

“I’ll use you as a scapegoat tonight, sister.” Lydia laughed in my ear.