Luna’s Secret Carrying My Alpha Mate’s Son Novel – “I want you.” He ripped off my shirt, buried his face against my body. After my parents passed away in a rogue war, I was taken in by Alpha Malric, my father’s old friend. He brought me to his pack and said I was one of the family now. He was hot and gentle, always caring for me in every possible way. He was five years older than me and he was also the first man I ever had a crush on.
I had always hoped he was my mate. I wanted to become his Luna. When I finally came of age and got my wolf, I looked everywhere for him, praying he was the one fate had chosen for me. But when I opened the door to the pack house, I found him flushed, dazed—clearly in heat. I hadn’t even had time to react before he pinned me down on the bed. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and my arms went around his neck. My eyes fluttered closed at the sparks rushing over my skin.
Yet come morning, I stole a glance at his sleeping face then flushed and left. He, however, acted like nothing had ever happened. And then, a month later, at a pack meeting, I heard him bid fifty million dollars for a pink diamond. “I want to give this ring to my future Luna.” My heart soared. So that’s why he’d been keeping it all a secret—it was a surprise for me. Overjoyed, I dressed up, ready to receive his affection. But Malric walked in with a mature and stunning she-wolf wrapped in his arms. “Zaria, this is my future Luna, Eira.” My smile froze on my lips.
My heart felt like it had been struck. The pain was so intense I turned pale. “Does she not like me?” Eira asked with a wounded tone, though the look she gave me held a trace of spite. “Why does she look so upset?” Malric glanced at me, a faint frown creasing his brow, clear displeasure on his face. “Have you forgotten your manners? You won’t even say hello?” Bitterness rose in me. He used to panic if anything seemed wrong with me, rushing to find the best pack doctor.
Now all he did was scold me. I opened my mouth but didn’t know what to say. Lowering my head, I murmured, “Hello, Eira.” “I’m not feeling well. Excuse me,” I said softly and turned to leave, humiliated. “Does she like you or something?” Eira spoke half-jokingly, but Malric’s response shattered me all over again. “Don’t be silly,” he said casually. “I’m practically her guardian. How could I possibly like her?” “Don’t overthink it,” he added gently. “I gave you the pink diamond—doesn’t that make my feelings clear?” Tears slipped from my eyes as I threw myself onto the bed and sobbed uncontrollably.
So that was why he had ignored the pack’s business and flown overseas—just to buy that pink diamond for Eira. Eira was an omega who had recently joined our pack after hers was burned to the ground in a rogue attack. She had turned to us for refuge. I had sensed her interest in Malric and once asked him, “Malric, that omega seems to like you. What do you think?” He had looked up, ruffling my hair affectionately as he said with disdain, “How could I like someone like that? Don’t overthink it.” Back then, his answer had made my heart race and my cheeks flush. But in the end, the joke was on me.
I took out my phone and called my aunt Kalenna, whom I’d only recently reconnected with. “Aunt Kalenna, I’ve decided to accept the offer from the academy in Drosmire. I want to start training, join your pack, and live with you.” Her voice trembled with excitement. “Really? That’s wonderful. But… will Malric agree? After all, he…” She must have sensed my feelings for Malric long ago, and asked cautiously. “He’ll agree, Kalenna.” After hanging up, I got out of bed to get a glass of water. When I turned around, Eira was standing there, watching me with a cold, mocking smile.
She wore a silk camisole, her bare skin covered in kiss marks—a clear sign of what had just happened between them. Eira ran her fingers along one of the marks proudly. “He’s like some starved boy, wouldn’t stop even after several rounds. If I hadn’t insisted on coming out for a glass of water, he probably wouldn’t have let me go.” I didn’t want to hear another word about her night with Malric. I turned to leave, but she suddenly grabbed my wrist. “Can’t handle it, huh?” Eira sneered. “Developing filthy feelings for the Alpha who raised you—Zaria, you really are sick.
What do you think Malric would do if he knew? Would he be so revolted he never wants to see you again?” I thought back to what Malric had said earlier. If he ever found out my feelings to him, he’d probably hate me. My knees buckled, and I nearly fell. “Let go of me,” I said, my voice trembling. But Eira suddenly smirked, yanked the glass from my hand, and smashed it on the floor. Then she let out a sharp cry and collapsed, landing just where a shard of glass could slice her wrist. Before I could make sense of what she was doing, Malric rushed in, still in his sleepwear.