My Ex Luna Has A Son Novel – “Luna Seraphina, congratulations! Our pack finally has Alpha’s Promise. The test results show you’re eight weeks pregnant, but your body is still too weak, which could lead to a miscarriage.
Please be extra cautious with your diet and exercise.” My best friend, Dr. Vivienne Pack, handed me some medication to help strengthen my body and reminded me gently.
“Thank you, Vivienne. I’ll be careful,” I said, smiling as I took the medicine and the report, slowly standing up to leave. It had been three years since I became Alpha Nathaniel Blackwood’s mate.
No one was more eager than I was for this child to arrive. I would protect this Little Howler with everything I had. I couldn’t wait to share this amazing news with him. I could hardly believe it—I was pregnant.
I drifted back to the car, lost in my thoughts. Driver Rowan started the car and glanced at me through the rearview mirror. “Luna, Alpha Nathaniel’s flight arrives at 3 PM. We have about twenty minutes.
Should we go pick him up?” “Yes, let’s go.” Just the thought of seeing him in twenty minutes made me smile sweetly. I was already eager to tell him. In a world where werewolves and humans coexisted, we were careful to hide our true nature.
My husband Nathaniel Blackwood was a strong, handsome Alpha, often busy with the pack and his business empire. He had been away for almost a month this time, and I missed him terribly. On the way, I couldn’t help but pull out the pregnancy report from my bag and look at it again. I gently placed my hand on my belly.
After three years of trying, I had finally… finally become pregnant. There, inside me, was our Little Howler. In eight months, he would be born. When Nathaniel and the pack heard the news, they would be overjoyed. At the airport, Rowan parked the car in a prominent spot.
“Luna, do you want to call Alpha?” I glanced at my watch, estimating Nathaniel’s arrival time. I dialed his number, but the call didn’t go through. “He might be on the plane. Let’s wait a bit,” I told Rowan. More time passed, but still no sign of Nathaniel. I tried again, but the line was still unavailable. “We’ll wait a little longer,” I said.
Delays were common—sometimes a flight could be delayed by an hour or more. Two hours later. I dialed Nathaniel’s number again. This time, it didn’t just ring—it was picked up quickly. A woman’s voice answered instead. “Sorry, Nathaniel is in the bathroom.
He’ll call you back later.” Before I could say anything, I heard the line disconnect. I stared at my phone screen, stunned for a moment. I remembered that Nathaniel hadn’t brought a female assistant on this trip. But the voice… something about it seemed familiar.