The Luna they both Claimed

Push! “My queen, you are almost there,” the midwife urged Luna Anita, who was midway through labor. With a long, determined push, Luna Anita gave a final effort, and suddenly a baby's cry filled the room. The midwife quickly handed the newborn to a waiting maid and turned back to attend to Luna.

“Anita, please, my lady, you have to push again. The second baby is almost out,” she said, caressing the Luna's forehead. Luna Anita nodded and, gathering up her strength, with one last push, another baby was brought into the world, accompanied by a loud cry.

“Congratulations, my lady, you've delivered two bouncing baby boys,” the midwife announced. Luna Anita smiled weakly, exhaustion etched on her face.

“Go tell the Alpha,” she instructed a maid who bowed and hurried out of the room.

“Let me see my boys,” Luna Anita requested, stretching out her hands. The first child, still crying, was gently placed into her arms. Luna Anita cradled him, tears of joy glistening in her eyes as she beamed at the precious little boy. He had her exact sea-blue eyes, and she fell in love with him at first sight.

“My darling,” she whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead. “You are so perfect.”

The midwife then placed the second baby into Luna Anita's arms. She marveled at the difference between her two sons. They weren't identical as she had expected. Instead, they had very different facial features. The second twin had piercing green eyes, just like his father, the Alpha. She marveled at their uniqueness and kissed their tiny faces.

The sound of the door opening caught her attention, and she looked up to see two maids rushing into the room, looking panicked and scared.

“What is wrong?” Luna Anita asked, her voice filled with unease.

“My lady, it's your handmaid, Jennifer,” the first maid mumbled, fear evident in her voice.

“What about Jennifer? Is she in labor as well?” Luna Anita asked, panic rising in her chest.

Jennifer, her most trusted handmaid, who had mysteriously gotten pregnant and refused to reveal the father, was also in her ninth month of pregnancy.

“She is dead, my lady. She died while giving birth,” one of the maids said, choking through her tears.

“No!” Luna Anita exclaimed in pain. “How? When? Why?”

The maid, struggling to speak through her sobs, managed to explain, “She fell unconscious after delivering her baby. We tried to revive her, but it was already too late, my lady. She died.”

Luna Anita felt a wave of pain wash over her. She clutched her newborns tightly, drawing strength from their presence.

“Where is her baby?” she asked, her voice trembling.

The second maid stepped forward, her hands trembling as she cradled a tiny, swaddled bundle.

“Here, my lady. It's a little girl.”

Luna Anita reached out, taking the newborn girl into her arms. The baby's eyes were tightly shut, her tiny face peaceful.

“She looks so much like her,” Luna Anita mumbled as tears trickled down her cheeks.

“Should we send her to the orphanage?” one maid tried suggesting, but Luna Anita shook her head in disapproval.

“No, I will care for her. She will live here,” Luna Anita vowed, placing a soft kiss on the baby's face.

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Eighteen years later

Amara balanced a tray of hot coffee in her hands as she made her way upstairs to Damon’s room. Reaching the door, she knocked gently, but there was no response. She knocked again, this time with a bit more force.

“Stop knocking, and get the hell in!” Damon’s irritated voice grunted from inside the room.

Amara swallowed her discomfort, hating the way he shouted at her. Opening the door, she stepped into his room, carefully closing it behind her.

Turning around, her eyes fell on Damon, who was on the bed passionately kissing a blonde girl. They were so engrossed in their act that they didn't even bother to acknowledge her presence.

Amara immediately looked away and quietly made her way to the table. This wasn't the first time she had walked in on Damon in the middle of an intimate act, but each time her heart clenched with an ache she could never fully suppress.

As a maid, having a crush on the Alpha's son was absurd, yet Amara couldn't help the way she felt about Damon. But Damon had never seen her as anything more than a maid, and she knew she would always remain that way in his eyes.

After setting down the tray of coffee on the desk, Amara turned to leave as quickly as possible, but Damon's voice stopped her.

“Wait,” he commanded, and pushed away the lady who was wrapped around his arm.

As he approached her, she noticed that he was only in his underwear, and her eyes involuntarily wandered around his groin. Awkwardly, she gulped and quickly looked down toward the floor. But she couldn't deny he was huge down there, which explained why girls flocked around him.

With an irritated frown on his face, Damon picked up the coffee, took a sip, and immediately growled, “You added sugar to this.”