No Longer His Novel – When I returned to the pack, with a carefully prepared gift for Sebastian, the pack house was empty. Only a table full of fresh flowers sat there. Cheers and laughter drifted in from the garden as I walked step by step toward the sound. “Alpha Sebastian, you’re so lucky! Your son is handsome, and your Luna is so beautiful.” I froze at the sound of a man’s teasing voice from not far away. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. As I took another step forward, I finally saw Sebastian.
He was holding a baby in his arms, and a petite she-wolf was clinging to his side, her arm wrapped around his. “Yeah, I’m definitely lucky. But the most important thing is, it’s all thanks to Emery,” he said softly, his eyes full of tenderness as he ruffled the she-wolf’s hair. She giggled, covering her mouth, and her eyes were full of happiness. A family of three looking so enviable, so perfect. I stood there frozen, feeling like a mouse sneaking a peek at them. Behind them, on the wall, hung a banner: “Archer’s Baby Shower” Archer… Once, I had cuddled up to Sebastian, smiling sweetly at him as I said, “Sebastian, one day I want to give you a son, and we’ll name him Archer.” He asked me why, and I grinned brightly. “Archer.
I hope our child will be an amazing archer, a great warrior.” And now, he had named the child of someone else and him Archer. “By the way, Sebastian, Harper should be coming back to the pack soon, right? Aren’t you worried she’ll cause a scene when she finds out you’re a dad?” one of Sebastian’s friends asked. But he just gently stroked the baby’s face in his arms. “I almost forgot, thanks for the reminder.” With that, he immediately dialed a number and told the person on the other end of the line. “Tell Harper to stay in the North for a while longer.
Don’t let her come back yet. Otherwise, if she finds out I have a son, she’ll definitely make a scene.” My breath caught in my throat, and I took a step back. Three years ago, it was Sebastian who had asked me to become a healer. He thought my personality was too wild—I would cry whenever something happened, and I would make a scene if I saw him with other she-wolves. He had said to me then, “It’s not that I don’t like you, but your personality is too unstable. You’re not suited to be my Luna.” “How about this,” he’d continued, “You become a healer for three years. It’ll help you temper your heart, and once you’ve gained some emotional stability, you’ll be ready to return as the Luna of mine and the pack.” I believed him, so I worked hard, studied, and became a healer.
I applied to join the battlefield rescue team at the Northern Border. The day my application was accepted, I was over the moon. I thought, if I could just make it through these three years, I could finally be Sebastian’s Luna. But now, I had returned to find him a father. When I came back to my senses, my face was already wet with tears, and the more I wiped them away, the more flowed. “I really don’t want her to come back,” he had said.