Semua Bab I Raised His Heir, But I Was Never His Luna: Bab 11 - Bab 20

Becky’s POVI forgot how to breathe.The male standing before me wasn’t the docile, broken creature I’d spent months nursing—he was a force of nature. A predator.Broad-shouldered and impossibly tall, Alpha Michael held himself with the unmistakable dominance of an Alpha.His gaze was sharp, intelligent. Calculating. Not a trace of the dazed boy I had once pitied remained.That vacant stare was gone—replaced by a feral focus that made my skin prickle."You... you're standing?" I choked out, barely recognizing my own voice.Alpha Michael tilted his head, his movements fluid, wolf-like. His eyes never left mine, assessing, hunting."And speaking," he replied, his tone as smooth as silk over steel.My heart thundered as I tried to make sense of the impossible."You’re not... disabled? You weren’t... mentally impaired?" I demanded, my voice cracking under the weight of betrayal. "Then why—?"“Breathe, Becky,” he said, holding up one large hand—firm, commanding, unmistakably Alpha. “There’s

Becky’s POVI stared at Alpha Michael, then at the butler, my mind a storm of confusion.“This is insane...” I muttered, running a hand through my tangled hair. “I can’t take in all this in one night—especially after learning you’re not just disabled Alpha, but an sound Alpha.”The butler crossed his arms, his gaze sharp as he turned to Alpha Michael. “Do you truly trust her with the pack's secret?” he asked, voice laced with skepticism. “She was with Alpha David for years—an ally of a rival clan. A Beta.”Alpha Michael’s golden eyes flickered in the dim light, his presence radiating dominance, filling the room with an almost palpable pressure. “Becky defended me when Sara and Asher came earlier. She has her reasons to despise Alpha David—and everything his bloodline stands for.”I lifted my chin, my voice firm despite the chaos swirling inside me. “You don’t need to worry about me betraying your Pack,” I said, my tone resolute. “Your secret is safe with me. I swore it under the moonli

Becky’s POVBefore I could answer Kiera’s annoying question, Alpha Michael suddenly let out a low growl and wheeled his chair forward, his wolfish instincts flickering beneath his usually docile surface.“Ahhh!” he babbled, his arms flailing as he lunged straight into Kiera.Kiera let out a loud cry as she stumbled backward, falling to the floor with a thud.“You little—” she shrieked.Alpha Michael clapped his claw-tipped hands together, laughing like a pup discovering his first prey.“Fun! Fun!”I bit my lip, trying not to smirk.Alpha David’s eyes widened. “Kiera!” He rushed to help her up.Kiera clutched his arm dramatically, her face twisted in anger. “He’s useless! He almost killed me!”Alpha Michael just giggled, his innocent expression unwavering.Kiera turned to me, pointing a shaky finger. “Becky, how could you marry someone like this?”Alpha David clenched his jaw, his eyes burning with Alpha rage. Then, before I could react, he stepped toward Alpha Michael, his hand raised.

Alpha Michael’s POVI emerged from the underground den, the cool night air brushing against my skin like the breath of a restless beast.My Gamma remained behind, overseeing the final preparations for our next move while I returned to the Alpha’s quarters—my sanctuary, my war room.Everything was slowly aligning, but it wasn’t enough. Not yet.The answers I sought were buried deeper than silver scars, and I needed to dig them out before they consumed me.Dragging a hand through my hair, I headed toward my private chambers, the scent of pine and moon-kissed air grounding my chaotic thoughts.Becky.The name alone stirred something primal in my chest. A tether. A pull. The kind only a destined mate could create.When I entered the room, she was sitting quietly on the edge of the bed, her fingers toying with the fringe of the blanket, lost in thought.She glanced up, her gaze locking with mine, and I caught the flicker of heat rushing to her cheeks before she looked away.Even the smalles

Alpha David’s PovI couldn't silence the echo of what had been said.Becky, the rightful heir to the Blackridge Pack’s legacy?The moment that truth was uttered near the trading grounds, Sara and Kiera broke into howls of derisive laughter, like hyenas scenting weakness.Kiera folded her arms, a wicked grin curling on her lips."Becky? An heiress to Blackridge? Don’t make me laugh. She’s nothing but a stray mutt."I watched her closely. This wasn’t the Kiera I remembered.There was a feral edge in her tone, something dark and venomous.Becky didn’t flinch. No snarls, no bared fangs—just silence. A quiet, eerie calm.She scooped up her leather-bound satchels, turned on her heel, and strode away, her head held high.My jaw tensed as confusion gnawed at me.Everything felt off—like the moon had shifted without warning."Let’s go," I said, nudging my mother and Kiera back toward the Den.That night, I found myself alone in my study, the fire crackling low. A half-drained glass of amber moo