When My Alpha Buried Our Third Daughter

Seth's face paled, his coffee sloshing in the mug as his hand trembled.

"Elaine, don't joke about this. I swore before the Lycan King that you would be my only mate."

I ignored him and turned to Giuliana, my voice calm but firm. "What do you think?"

Giuliana's face lit up with barely concealed joy, though she quickly masked it with a look of feigned surprise. She bowed her head respectfully.

"Luna, please don’t tease us. We’re just grateful to have a place in the Silver Moon Pack. I wouldn’t dare dream of anything more."

"It’s fine," I replied, my tone steady. "My father was a hero of the pack, and his legacy still holds weight. If I speak to the Lycan King, he’ll grant my request."

Giuliana’s lips curved into a faint smile, though she kept her eyes downcast. "I’ll defer to your judgment, Luna."

Seth slammed his mug onto the table, the sound echoing through the room.

"This is absurd!" he roared, his Alpha tone reverberating with anger.

He stormed out, his aura crackling with frustration.

The room fell silent, leaving me alone with Giuliana and Boden.

I stepped closer to them, my gaze lingering on the young pup. Gently, I brushed my fingers against his cheek, my voice soft but heavy with unspoken thoughts.

"He looks just like him."

Giuliana chuckled lightly, her tone smooth as she reached into her pocket and pulled out a tissue. She handed it to me, her expression unreadable.

"This was left in my room last night. I forgot to return it. Would you mind giving it back to the Alpha for me?"

I took the tissue, my stomach twisting as I recognized the faint scent of moonflowers—a scent I had associated with Seth long ago. My heart ached, but I forced a polite smile.

"Of course."

Once I returned to my room, the weight of everything crashed down on me. I collapsed onto the bed, tears streaming down my face.

My father had warned me about Seth, but I had been too stubborn to listen. I had defied him, even threatened to end my own life, just to be with Seth. And for a while, it had seemed worth it. Seth had been devoted, and our bond had been the envy of the pack.

But now, I felt nothing but shame. How could I face my father’s memory after all this?

Just then, my assistant, a loyal Gamma named Clara, burst into the room, her face flushed with anger. In her hand was a crumpled piece of paper.

"Luna, I found this. The healer confirmed it—there are harmful herbs in this prescription. Long-term use would not only make it difficult to conceive but could also cause miscarriages."

My hands shook as I took the paper, my heart pounding. The familiar bitter taste of the medicine I’d been drinking for years suddenly made sense.

Had Seth never wanted me to bear his pups?

The thought was like a dagger to my chest. My tears fell faster as I imagined the pups I could have had—their tiny lives struggling to survive despite the poison in my body.

They had fought so hard to exist, only to be taken from me by the one who should have protected them.

I called for Clara to bring me paper and a pen, my hands trembling as I wrote a message.

"Find someone trustworthy," I said, my voice low but firm. "Deliver this to Kayce White, the Gamma of the Northern Star Pack. Make sure it reaches him directly."

After Clara left, I summoned my attendants, instructing them to help me prepare. I had a meeting with the Lycan King, and I intended to face him with my head held high.