
His Ex-Luna Has A Son
WARNING: This book contains mature content, explicit scenes, and dark themes. Reader discretion is advised.
"Maybe... maybe I don't ever want to be anyone's wife again."
Betrayed. Banished. Broken.
For eight years, Selena was the devoted Luna of the Knightstorm Pack, until her alpha husband branded her a whore, stripped her of their children, and cast her out.
Years later, she's risen from the ashes as a renowned artist, fiercely independent and done with men forever. But when her ex-husband discovers the devastating truth, that a cruel scheme made him punish the wrong woman, he will stop at nothing to win her back.
His reckless, alcoholic brother has always wanted her too.
And then there's the powerful alpha trapped in a loveless open marriage, willing to burn down his twenty-year union the moment he scents his second-chance mate in Selena.
Three alphas.
One woman who swore she would never belong to anyone again.
As old wounds resurface and new desires ignite, Selena must fight not only for her stolen children, but for the heart she thought was dead.
Who will claim the broken Luna... and will she ever let any of them in?
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Chapter 1
Selena's POV
The morning sun streamed through my bedroom window, bathing the lavish room in a warm, orange light. My hand instinctively reached across the large surface of the bed, only to be met with cold, empty sheets. A heavy sigh escaped my lips as I was once again reminded of my husband's prolonged absences.
For the past two months, Alpha Dominic had been away on what he claimed were endless "business trips." I tried to control the growing anger, reminding myself that he was doing what was necessary to provide for our family. And yet, a part of me couldn't help but wonder if there was more to his frequent departures.
Shaking off the thought, I rose from the bed and made my way towards the door. As I climbed down the grand staircase that led to the living room.
The hushed whispers of the maids caught my attention. Pausing to listen, I felt fear and anger flaring in my chest.
"I heard Alpha Dominic wasn't on a business trip at all," one of the servants murmured. "My man said he saw him at a Moonlight hotel the other day, kissing some woman, but he couldn't see her face because of the angle."
The other maid fussed sympathetically. "Poor Luna, she works so hard, thinking the Alpha has gone on a business trip, not knowing he was out there having the time of his life with another woman. Alpha males are something else, they just can't stick to one she-wolf."
Fury flared in my chest, and I turned on the startled servants. "That's enough!" I snapped, my voice echoing through the walls. "How dare you, good for nothing, maids, gossip about your Alpha like that? Do you have any idea what I could do to you?"
The maids trembled, bowing their heads in shame. "W-We are so sorry, Luna," they mumbled. "It won't happen again."
Biting back a mocking reply, I strolled towards the kitchen, my thirst forgotten. But as I walked past my children's room, the sound of high-pitched screaming froze me in my tracks.
Bursting through the door, I found my two youngest daughters, Lily and Rose, entangled in a serious tug-of-war over a doll. The eldest, Anna, was courageously attempting to separate them but to no avail.
"Girls, stop fighting!" I yelled, rushing to intervene. "Rose, you are too old to be fighting over toys with your younger sister. When there are countless toys in this room."
"But this Barbie doll is my favorite out of all of them! I can't let her have it!" Rose replied through clenched teeth.
But as I stepped forward, my foot caught on a naughty throw pillow, and the world tilted sideways. With a heavy thud, I fell to the hard floor, my daughters' terrified screams the last thing I heard before darkness claimed me.
***
When I opened my eyes, my daughters were gathered anxiously around my bedside, tears streaking their cheeks. The elderly pack doctor stood at the foot of the bed, his expression unreadable.
"What happened?" I rasped, feeling a light headache coming on.
"We are sorry, mom, we won't fight anymore, I promise. I already gave Lily the doll she wanted, please don't fall sick." Rose pleaded, gesturing towards the doll in her little sister's hand.
The doctor stepped forward, clearing his throat. "Um, it's not your daughters' fault, Luna, there is another reason you fainted." He paused, glancing at the girls. "I think it's best we speak privately."
Anna tossed me a bright smile and grabbed her sister's hands, tugging them out of the clinic room, although Lily burst into tears. I braced myself, praying that I didn't have some terminal illness. But no amount of steeling myself could blunt the impact of his next words.
"Congratulations, Luna. You are 12 weeks pregnant." He beamed, handing me the test results.
I stared at him in utter shock, my fingers clutching the medical report like a lifeline. "P-Pregnant?" I stuttered, unable to register the words. "That can't be right. My youngest is only two. There must be some mistake, I can't be pregnant again, please tell me this is a joke."
The doctor shook his head solemnly. "Just to be sure, I ran the test multiple times and double-checked the results. You are with a child, which is a good thing considering how much the Alpha loves children."
My heart pounded louder. I searched his face for any sign that he was joking, but there was none. "But..." I faltered, my voice barely a whisper. "We weren't supposed to have another... Not now, I was the one who wanted to give the Alpha a male child so badly, but he has made it clear that that doesn't matter as long as we love each other and have beautiful girls."
My throat tightened as the whispered rumors of the pack members came rushing back-that Dominic was using me as a "baby-making machine" in search of an heir.
I forced myself to meet the doctor's gaze. "I can't keep this child." My voice trembled, but I steadied myself. "You have to help me... get rid of it, I am asking you as a woman, not as your Luna."
The doctor stepped back, his eyes wide. "Luna, that's not something I can do. Terminating a pregnancy, especially a royal bloodline, would be a sin against the moon goddess. Your husband would rip off my head and feed it to the wild wolves." His voice trailed off, and he continued. "It's not possible, I am sorry."
My anger bounced off the marble with teeth-rattling volume, and I lashed out. "Then get out of my sight!" I hissed, watching as the nervous man gathered his belongings and fled the room.
Alone now, I shoved the blanket off my body and jumped down the bed on shaky legs. My mind was spinning with a million thoughts. Where was my husband? He should be here by now, fussing over my condition, had he not arrived?
Feeling a trace of lightheadedness, I stepped out into the softly lit corridor, my gaze sweeping the area. A group of warriors stood huddled together, their hushed voices hinting at my husband's return. Pushing aside the haunting worries, I made my way towards Dominic's office, my wolf Lena howling with unbridled excitement.
"We get to see our mate after so long!" she yelled, like a child. "We can kiss and cuddle him, how I miss the good old days!"
"I know, I have missed him too," I replied softly, a fond smile tugging at my lips.
But as I approached the office door, the guards stopped me, their expressions serious.
"What do you want, Luna?" one asked gruffly.
I pinned him with a crushing glare. "Who are you to question why I wish to see my own husband?"
Before he could respond, I shoved past him, grasping the ornate doorknob and pushing the door open. There, seated behind his grand reddish-brown desk, sat Dominic, his muscular body draped casually across the chair as he spoke into the phone in his ear.
My breath caught in my throat as I drank in the sight of him-the way the sunlight filtered through the window, setting his golden blonde hair afire, the piercing intensity of his ocean-blue eyes. Even after eight years of marriage, he still had the power to steal my breath away.
But my excitement quickly morphed into anger as I approached the desk, his gaze flickering to meet mine. Ending the call, he offered me an apologetic smile.
"Mrs. Cuddles," he murmured, using the pet name that never failed to make my heart flutter. "I'm sorry I haven't come to check on you. I was trying to solve a problem at the coal factory."
"What could be more important than me?" I shot back, my voice filled with hurt. Steeling my nerves, I stepped forward. "I have something very important to tell you too."
Reaching out, he tugged me into his lap, his warm hands sending tingles down my spine. "What is it, my love?"
I took a steady breath, unsure of how he would react to my news. But before I could speak, a loud thud jolted us both, and we turned to see a young maid collapsed unconscious in the open doorway.
"Maddy!" I cried, leaping from Dominic's hold and rushing to the girl's side. Dominic was close on my heels, his brow furrowed with concern.
Kneeling beside her almost lifeless body, I gently shook her shoulder, my heart pounding. What could have caused her to faint so abruptly? Fear coiled in my stomach as a thousand worst-case scenarios played out in my mind.
Dominic's strong arms encircled me, his voice low and soothing. "Shhh, she will be alright. Let's get her to the infirmary."
Nodding mutely, I allowed him to scoop Madison into his hold, my gaze never leaving her pale, lifeless face.
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7.2
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8.9
Debora went to prison to protect the man she loved, only to end up a paroled convict living under the roof of her abusive foster parents.
When they found her positive pregnancy test from a one-night stand, they threatened to kick her out and send her straight back to a cell.
Just as they were about to report her, the stranger from that dark hotel room suddenly appeared.
He paid her foster parents one million dollars to marry her and take her away.
Debora thought she was finally safe.
But the moment they were alone, he looked at her with pure, venomous hatred.
He didn't want a wife; he wanted a prisoner.
He believed Debora was the ruthless murderer who had destroyed his life in a car crash, and he planned to make her suffocate in her own despair.
He didn't know she was just a scapegoat.
To survive and protect her baby, Debora found a job at a bridal shop, only to run into the real culprit—the man who actually drove the car and framed her.
He was now happily engaged to a wealthy heiress.
They deliberately ruined a priceless wedding gown and blamed it on her.
"Kneel on this floor and apologize, or I'm calling the police to revoke your parole!"
Why did she have to rot in hell for his sins, while the man she married wanted to destroy her?
Just as her trembling knees were about to touch the cold marble floor, the heavy glass doors were violently shoved open.
Her billionaire husband strode in like a force of nature, his eyes locked onto the wealthy couple with a terrifying, destructive rage.

7.2
When I discovered my husband's safe combination was my stepsister's birthday, my world tilted. Inside, I found the blueprint for how he planned to erase me. He would claim my unborn child for his true love.
The postnup was cold and calculated: billions in assets, all designated for Kaleigh. Not a penny for me, his wife of ten years.
He tore up the divorce papers I offered, threatening to use his power to take my baby. Kaleigh showed up at my door, taunting me, calling me a "convenient placeholder."
She wanted to raise my child as her own.
I realized I wasn't just a wife. I was a surrogate. A fertile womb he married because his true love was barren. Our entire marriage was a grotesque lie designed to produce an heir for them.
Then, an anonymous email landed in my inbox. It contained a recording of my husband calling me his "incubator."
That's when I knew I couldn't just leave. I had to die.

7.6
For three years, I played the perfect, docile wife to Brendon Jimenez, desperate for the real family I never had as an orphan.
But during a high-society gala, I peeked through a cracked door and caught him sleeping with my best friend.
When I packed my cheap canvas bag to leave the penthouse, my mother-in-law blocked the door.
She dumped my clothes on the marble floor, called me a stray dog, and slapped me so hard my mouth bled.
Brendon just stood there, watching his mother humiliate me.
To keep me trapped as his perfect public prop, he even faked his mother's heart attack in a VIP hospital suite.
"Get on your knees. Kneel down right now and beg my mother for forgiveness until she decides to accept it."
I gave them my youth and unconditional loyalty, only to realize this prestigious old-money family was nothing but a rotting corpse built on dirty secrets.
I didn't cry, and I certainly didn't drop to my knees.
Instead, I pulled out my phone right in front of him and called my lawyer.
"File for an at-fault divorce. I have proof of his infidelity with Kaelynn Hudson. I want him ruined."
Then, I touched the matte black card hidden deep in my clutch.
It belonged to Kile Barrett, the ruthless billionaire shark my husband feared most, and I was going to use him to tear the Jimenez family apart.

7.8
Evelyn was already suffocating under her family's impending bankruptcy when she rear-ended a ten-million-dollar Rolls Royce in the freezing rain.
The tinted window rolled down, revealing the cold, predatory face of Julian Hawthorne—the man she had brutally abandoned three years ago.
Now a ruthless billionaire, he demanded a seven-figure repair check she couldn't afford, or she would have to pay with her body.
Desperate, she went to her wealthy fiancé, Preston, for the money, only to find him in a VIP club with another woman straddling his lap.
Instead of helping, Preston threw the repair bill on the floor and laughed with his rich friends.
"You want the money? Fine. Get on your knees, crawl over here, and kiss the tip of my shoe in front of everyone."
Evelyn trembled with pure humiliation.
Three years ago, she had sacrificed the only man she truly loved to save her family from ruin, only to end up engaged to this pathetic, cheating scum.
Just as her knees bent toward the carpet, the heavy velvet door was kicked completely off its hinges.
Julian walked in like the grim reaper, beat Preston half to death, and dragged Evelyn away.
He pinned her in his car, threatening to destroy everyone she cared about if she didn't return to him.
Evelyn was terrified and confused. Why was this powerful tyrant going to such extreme, violent lengths to trap a woman who had thrown him away?
The answer slipped out through an accidental phone call: the cold-blooded CEO had spent the previous night drunk, crying and screaming her name.
Realizing the monster caging her was actually just a desperate, heartbroken man, Evelyn wiped her tears and made a decision.
She was going to break her engagement, walk into his corporate fortress, and finally face the terrifying debt of their past.

9.1
At the project kickoff party, Isabelle casually mocked the new capital representative, calling him a suit with a trust fund.
A low, magnetic voice spoke from the shadows right behind her.
It was Bennett Lloyd, the man holding the purse strings for the entire project.
But as Isabelle turned around, her blood ran cold.
He wasn't just her new boss. He was the stranger she had a desperate one-night stand with five years ago.
The man she had fled from before dawn, leaving only a fake name.
In her panic to escape him, Isabelle tripped on the marble stairs and left behind a single, custom-made diamond heel.
Bennett found it, but instead of exposing her, he began a terrifying game of cat and mouse.
He forced her to be his exclusive on-site consultant, vetoed her vacation time, and isolated her from her team.
He trapped her in his office, his touches lingering just enough to remind her of that night, slowly suffocating her professional life as payback.
Pushed to the brink of a breakdown by his relentless torment, Isabelle sat in a hotel bar, drowning her panic in vodka.
She pulled out her phone, intending to send a voice memo to her best friend to confess the suffocating guilt she had hidden for years.
"I can't do this anymore. I'm a sinner. I killed her... I killed my mother."
She hit send, only to realize her screen didn't show her friend's name.
The confession had gone straight to Bennett Lloyd.