After 99 Fusion Rituals, My Alpha Asked Me To Raise His Bastard My Alpha brought his two bastards Novel – My mentor, Kaden Holmes, went quiet on the other end of the line. When he finally spoke, his tone carried a gravity I had not heard in years. “Our team is heading to Patel—to the Fallen Temple,” he said. “We’re searching for a surviving fragment of the Serum Manuscript. That region isn’t just dangerous, Natasha. It’s lethal. If you come with us, there’s a real chance you won’t return.” He let that settle before pressing further.
“Are you truly prepared to leave everything behind and join us?” A brief pause, then more gently, “And would the Alpha even permit it? Everyone knows how devoted Alpha Bradley Walsh is to you. He’s never let you out of his sight.” His voice softened. “Seven years ago, you gave up your post as Archivist to become his Luna. Are you certain you can walk away now?” The question cut deeper than he could have known. My chest felt split open, but beneath the pain, something steadier held firm. There was only one complication. I was pregnant.
My hand drifted to my abdomen before I realized it had moved. This pup had cost me years of my life—years burned away through bloodline fusion rituals, each attempt devouring another measure of my lifespan. I had bled for this child. I would not surrender it. In the end, I told him everything. Silence stretched between us. When Kaden spoke again, his voice was rough around the edges. “Congratulations,” he said quietly. “You’re stepping into a new Chapter.” I closed my eyes. “We’ll arrange family housing near the lab. You won’t be placed in standard quarters,” he continued, slipping into his usual decisive cadence. “Our chief obstetrics specialist will oversee your care personally.
In Patel, you’ll have the highest level of security we can provide.” There was no hesitation in him. No disapproval. No reproach. Only support. The ache behind my eyes sharpened as something fractured inside me began, slowly, to mend. “Thank you, Kaden,” I whispered. “I mean it.” Thank you for choosing me when no one else had. “Three days,” he replied briskly. “I’ll send someone to meet you at the airport and escort you directly to the institute. No delays. No unnecessary contact. Just be ready to leave.” When the call ended, the tightness in my chest finally loosened.
I packed without making a sound. It wasn’t until I zipped the suitcase shut that I realized how hollow my stomach felt. I went downstairs. A woman I did not recognize sat in the living room, her belly rounded high with pregnancy. Bradley’s mother, Naomi Walsh, stood beside her holding a steaming jar, her voice syrup-sweet. “Alisha, this is Moon-Silver Draught—one of Snowclaw’s secret remedies. It calms bloodline instability, restores strength, strengthens your wolf.
Both you and the pup need it.” The woman accepted the bowl carefully. “Madam Walsh, you’re too generous. If Natasha sees this, she might misunderstand.” Naomi laughed softly, though nothing about it was kind. “A woman who cannot bear pups has no claim to my concern. She escapes labor and still gains two heirs. That’s fortune, not misfortune. What could she possibly resent?” For a fleeting second, Alisha’s mouth tightened. She cast a quick glance toward Bradley, seeking reassurance.
He gave her none. He sat apart from them, a cigarette between his fingers, shadows carved deep between his brows. Smoke blurred his features until I could no longer read his expression. My footsteps broke the quiet. He looked up sharply, startled. The cigarette was crushed out at once and discarded. In a few strides, he was in front of me. “Natasha,” he said quickly. “After Alisha became pregnant, her bloodline destabilized.
She needs a strong werewolf nearby to regulate it. I’m only letting her stay a few days.” He lowered his voice. “Don’t be upset. Once she stabilizes, I’ll send her away.” I hadn’t answered when Naomi cut him off. “Bradley! The pup she carries is Snowclaw’s future Alpha. How can you even speak of sending her away?” She pulled Alisha behind her like a mother hen shielding