THE LUNAR THAT WASN'T ENOUGH

Leila’s eyes were closed as she was deep in a kiss with her Alpha, Adrian. Her soft moans filled the quiet room, breaking the stillness of the early morning. When he finally pulled away, her eyes fluttered open, locking onto his cold, unreadable gaze. Adrian rolled off the bed, reaching for his clothes without another word.

The moment he stood, Leila slowly sat up, her hair falling over her face. She was Alpha Adrian Blackwood’s wife, the feared Alpha of the Blue Moon pack, but no one knew she existed. To the world, she was nothing but a lowborn human hidden in his shadow.

After buttoning his shirt, Adrian glanced at her briefly. “I sent you your monthly allowance,” he said flatly.

Her phone buzzed on the bed. She picked it up and saw the alert, the money had indeed been deposited. With a small sigh, she set the phone back down and slid off the bed.

“Adrian,” she said softly, almost shyly, “do you want to stay for breakfast? I can make your favorite.”

“I can’t. I’m busy with pack duty.” His voice was firm, final.

Before she could respond, a sharp pain tore through her belly. Leila screamed, clutching her stomach as her legs buckled. She collapsed onto the floor, her body trembling.

“Adrian, please! Help me, I can’t move!” she cried, tears streaming down her cheeks.

Her voice was desperate, shaking. “My stomach hurts… Please take me to the hospital. The staff aren’t here…”

But Adrian only glanced at her from the corner of his eye, expression blank. “I’ll call you an Uber. I’m late,” he muttered before walking out, leaving her writhing on the floor.

Hours later, Leila lay on a hospital bed, her body weak but her heart pounding with fear and hope. The doctor entered with a wide smile, holding a file.

“Congratulations!” he announced. “You’re carrying a one hundred percent pure Alpha pup.”

Leila’s eyes widened. “A pure Alpha pup? The doctor nodded. “No human has ever done this before.”

Her face lit up with joy as she clutched her stomach. “A miracle…” she whispered.

Then a sudden, faint sound came from her womb. Her breath caught. It was low, sharp, like a howl. She froze. “Was that a howl? Can a pup howl?”

The doctor’s expression shifted to shock. He leaned closer, adjusting his glasses. “Most werewolf pups don’t howl until they’re ten years old. But your child…” He paused, shaking his head in disbelief. “His bloodline is stronger than any Alpha’s I’ve ever seen. He may even awaken your inner wolf.”

Leila blinked, stunned. “My… inner wolf?”

The doctor handed her the pup’s scan, his hands trembling slightly. “Keep this safe. You must protect this child.”

Leila gazed at the image, tears brimming in her eyes. She pressed it to her chest. “Since I can remember, I’ve always been an orphan… human, unwanted. But this baby…” her lips curved into a trembling smile, “this baby is my only family.”

Far away, inside the Lycan palace, the Lycan Prince, Darius, sat in his office scanning through reports. His sharp eyes moved swiftly across the papers when suddenly the entire chamber shook.

The magical Lycan orb, untouched for years, suddenly burst into radiant light. Its glow filled the palace like the sun itself had descended into the room.

Darius leapt to his feet, his heartbeat racing. “Father! Father!” he shouted, his voice echoing through the halls.

The Lycan King, Williams, rushed in, his face hard until his eyes fell on the glowing orb. His breath caught, his lips parting in disbelief.

“Impossible…” he whispered.

Darius’s eyes were wide, fixed on the orb. “We found her. Leila… her wolf has awakened.”

The orb pulsed brighter, its light pointing toward a direction, and Darius’s voice shook as he continued, “She’s in the Blue Moon pack. Right now.”

The King placed a trembling hand over the glowing sphere, his voice breaking with emotion. “My princess… after all these years…”

His voice turned into a growl, filled with promise. “We are coming for you.”

With joy bubbling in her chest, Leila carefully wrapped the pregnancy scan in a small box, making it look like a precious gift. She held it tightly, her heart racing with excitement. I can’t wait to tell Adrian that we’re having a baby. This changes everything, she said to herself. her eyes shining with hope.

She hurried to her husband’s office at the Blue Moon pack headquarters, her steps light despite the pain she had endured earlier. When she reached the reception desk, she smiled warmly at the woman seated there.

“I need to see Alpha Adrian. It’s urgent,” Leila said softly.

The receptionist looked up, her expression bored. “Alpha Adrian is not seeing visitors today.”

Leila’s smile widened. “I’m not a visitor. I’m Alpha Adrian’s wife.”

For a moment, there was silence. Then the receptionist’s lips curled into a mocking smile, her eyes scanning Leila’s simple clothes. “A human? Claiming to be Alpha Adrian’s wife?” She gave a sarcastic laugh. “What’s next—you’re going to tell me you’re carrying his pup? Try a new fairytale, sweetheart. Now get out of here.”

Leila’s heart squeezed painfully at the words, but she refused to give up. She dialed Adrian’s number, holding the phone tightly to her ear. It rang once, twice… but he didn’t pick up.

She tried again.

This time, when Adrian glanced at his phone, he looked at the screen, saw her name, and pressed the button to cut the call. Leila’s breath hitched as she watched from across the room. She hadn’t even realized he was in the building until she saw him—standing tall, powerful, and handsome—with another she-wolf at his side. Cameras flashed around them as reporters shouted questions, and Adrian didn’t spare a single glance in her direction.

Leila’s fingers trembled, clutching the gift box tighter. He cut my call… because of her.

The receptionist leaned closer with a cruel smirk. “See that goddess over there? That’s our future Luna. Alpha Adrian’s first love, Lydia Lucas, daughter of the Silver Moon pack. Not some… human.”

Leila’s eyes watered as she turned away, her heart breaking at the sight. Lydia Lucas. His first love… That’s why he couldn’t take me to the hospital. He was with her. Her lips trembled as she whispered the thought only to herself before walking out of the reception area.

Outside, reporters swarmed around Adrian and Lydia, their voices loud, eager for a story.

“Alpha Adrian, can you confirm that you and Miss Lydia have officially reunited?” one asked.

“If your fated mate appears tomorrow, would you reject her and pick Miss Lydia instead?” another shouted.

Leila stopped in her tracks, the words stabbing into her like knives. Tears burned her eyes as she thought, Even without his rejection, as a human I’ll never be worthy of standing beside Adrian as an equal. She cried silently, her sobs drowned by the noise of the crowd.

Adrian raised his hand for silence, then said proudly, “Hold the photo, please. Miss Lydia and I have spent countless hours forging something unprecedented.”

Leila swallowed hard, her hands shaking. Countless hours for his ex… but not ten seconds to text his wife?

Adrian continued confidently, his voice booming. “Today, I’d like to announce a game-changing alliance between the Blue Moon pack and the Silver Moon pack. With their support, I will officially declare my nomination for werewolf presidency.”

The crowd erupted with cheers and questions.

“Is ‘alliance’ another code word for marriage? Have you marked each other yet?” one reporter called.

“Your opponents claim you’re unfit to lead without a mate or heir. What is your response?” another pressed.

Before Adrian could reply, Lydia leaned toward the microphone, smiling sweetly but with an edge in her voice. “Those concerns will be resolved very soon.”

The reporters went wild at her words, their cameras flashing faster. In the chaos, no one noticed Leila standing at the back of the crowd—until someone shoved her.

She stumbled and fell hard onto the ground, the gift box flying from her hands. Pain seared through her arm as she scraped it against the pavement. Blood dripped from the wound, staining her sleeve.

“My husband is too busy protecting another woman to notice me bleeding at his feet,” she whispered bitterly to herself, her voice breaking with despair.

Before she could stand, a rough hand grabbed her from behind and yanked her up.