All Chapters of Luna To Alpha Ace: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

The crystal wine glass shattered against the wall, crimson liquid streaming down the pristine white paint like blood. "She's pregnant." The words tasted like poison on my tongue. I stared at the mess I'd made, my chest heaving with rage so pure it felt like fire in my veins. Pregnant. With Ace's child. The child that should have been mine. "Miss Kayla?" The timid voice came from behind me. Sarah, one of the few servants who still dared to work in my house after I'd fired the rest in various fits of temper over the past months. "Get out," I snarled without turning around. "But the mess—" "I said get out!" The sound of retreating footsteps was the only response. Smart girl. I sank into the leather chair by the window, my hands shaking with the effort it took not to destroy everything else in the room. Outside, the forest stretched endlessly, and somewhere beyond those trees was the pack house where that bitch was probably glowing with happiness, her hand resting on her

The spell tingled across my skin like ice water, reshaping my features with a sensation that made my teeth ache. I stared at my reflection in the cracked mirror of the abandoned cabin, watching my face morph into someone else's. Someone expendable. Fiona Martinez had been the perfect choice. Twenty-six years old, unremarkable in every way that mattered. Brown hair, brown eyes, forgettable face. She'd worked as a cook in the pack house for three years—long enough to be trusted, invisible enough to move freely through the halls without raising suspicion. She'd also lived alone in a cottage two miles from the pack borders. No family nearby. No boyfriend to notice when she didn't come home. Perfect. The witch's spell had worked flawlessly, just as she'd promised when I'd paid her an obscene amount for the transformation magic. Looking at myself now, I couldn't see a trace of my features. Even my voice would match Fiona's exactly. For one week, I would be her in every way that

Seven days. Seven days of watching that bitch drink my poisoned soup with a grateful smile. Seven days of perfecting the blend of nightshade and wolfsbane that should have had her writhing in agony by now. Seven days of complete and utter failure. I stared at my reflection in Fiona's bathroom mirror, fighting the urge to scream until my throat bled. The transformation spell was holding perfectly—brown eyes, unremarkable features, the kind of face that blended into the background. But inside, I was coming apart at the seams. It should have worked. The witch had assured me that the poison combination would be lethal to humans, especially pregnant ones. She'd cackled about how the baby would die first, then the mother would follow within days as the toxins destroyed her from the inside out. Instead, Lily was practically glowing. Her skin had a luminescence that made my teeth grind together. Her hair was shinier, her eyes brighter, her entire being radiating health and hap

Tonight, it ends. I stared at my reflection in the bathroom mirror, watching Fiona's borrowed face stare back at me with eyes that burned with barely contained rage. Eight days of playing servant. Eight days of watching that bitch drink my poison and glow like some kind of pregnancy goddess. Eight days of complete and utter failure. But poison was for cowards anyway. Tonight, I would use my hands. The plan was simple—brutally, beautifully simple. Lily had requested that her evening soup be brought to her room instead of the dining room. Something about wanting to relax in private while Ace finished his late meeting with the council. Perfect. Isolated. Vulnerable. I would serve her the soup, wait for her to finish, then linger until she decided to leave the room. The main staircase was long and steep, marble steps that would crack her skull open like an egg if she fell the wrong way. And once she was broken and bleeding at the bottom, once her precious mate bond was sc

Dr. Jake's hands were steady as he moved the ultrasound wand across Lily's belly, but I could see the concern etched into every line of his face. The silence stretched between us like a taut wire, broken only by the steady whoosh-whoosh of our baby's heartbeat filling the room. "Everything looks normal," he said finally, though his voice carried a note of bewilderment. "More than normal. The baby's development is exceptional for this stage." Relief flooded through me, but it was tinged with confusion. "What do you mean, exceptional?" "Growth rate, neural development, bone density—everything is ahead of schedule in the best possible way." He wiped the gel from Lily's stomach with gentle efficiency. "If I didn't know better, I'd say something has been actively protecting and nurturing the fetus." Lily squeezed my hand, her eyes bright with unshed tears of relief. "So the baby's okay? Okay?" "Perfect," Dr. Jake confirmed. "But I have to ask—have you been taking any supplements