Accidental Surrogate For The Alpha

It was hard to fathom that Alpha Asher could betray me, but what Beatrice said pushed a relentless pursuit within me to unveil the truth behind my mate’s concealed secrets.

Even my inner wolf simmered with fury, and I allowed the days to drift by as usual.

One night, I jolted awake from a nightmare, a haunting vision of the Moon Goddess revealing that Alpha Asher was using me. I shook off the unsettling thoughts, reminding myself that it was just a dream.

Glancing around the room, I realized Alpha Asher was missing.

Compelled by an unshakeable instinct, I made my way to the study, where I found him lost in thought, gazing intently at a picture.

Though it was dimly lit and difficult to see from my angle, I instinctively knew it was the late Luna Amara who held his attention.

I edged closer and snatched the picture from his hands, my heart sinking as I confirmed it was Amara. “Alpha, can’t you let the late Luna rest in peace? For Pete's sake, she’s been gone for eight long years!”

In that instant, everything fell into place. It dawned on me that Alpha Asher was still caught in his enduring love for Amara, viewing Beatrice as if she were their child. But she wasn’t. I was the one who had given her life. I had to remind him that Beatrice was my daughter, not Amara's.

With anger bubbling inside me, I flung the photo at him, snatched my pillow, and stormed off to our daughter’s room.

As the days passed, I kept my distance from Alpha Asher, staying close to my daughter's room. Yet, it was a struggle to concentrate on my duties as Luna.

During my free time, I returned to the infirmary to speak with the healer about my daughter's health, something I hadn’t managed to do earlier. To my relief, Beatrice was in perfect health and eager to begin her training.

As I scanned the report laid out before me, an unsettling feeling crept in, suggesting something was amiss. My heart raced as I examined the details. With a gasp, I realized that Beatrice possessed Lunar blood, a rare trait that could not have originated from either Alpha Asher or me.

Back then, I was a pitiful commoner but only embraced my role as Luna when Alpha Asher chose me as his mate. There was nothing extraordinary about my blood besides the curse that had already been lifted years ago.

When the healer caught sight of my bewilderment, he stepped forward and said, “That’s what puzzles me as well. There’s something peculiar that the Alpha has done, unbeknownst to you, Luna Vienna.”

His words lingered like a gentle whisper of a concealed truth. No matter how hard I tried to regain my composure, I became puzzled.

Beatrice’s words about having two mommies, along with the pack’s whispers about her resemblance to Amara, weighed heavily on my mind.

I could attest that the healer had seen my struggle as I carried Beatrice for nine long months, each day proving my strength and making me set aside my duties just to give birth to her.

Yet, despite my instincts, I couldn’t shake the possibility of hidden truths. Raising a daughter who might not be truly mine felt absurd. I vehemently refused to accept it.

In my frustration, I confronted the healer, blaming him for what I perceived as an error. But he stood firm, insisting the results were genuine. He dared not falsify the report, knowing that Alpha Asher’s wrath could be deadly.

“Luna Vienna,” he said gently, “instead of placing blame, perhaps you should take a moment to investigate this for yourself. Look into the shadows of your past and see if there’s something Alpha Asher has concealed from you all these years.”

Another hint, wrapped in mystery, slipped from his lips. I couldn't shake the feeling that Alpha Asher was somehow involved in this mystery, yet the details eluded me.

Driven by curiosity, I sought out several of Alpha Asher’s trusted confidants, including the Beta and a few respected elders.

Each of them firmly asserted that neither Alpha Asher nor Amara had ever had a child, declaring it impossible for any child to have been switched.

Just as I was about to lose hope, one elder approached me quietly, lowering his voice as if to shield his words from prying ears. “I’ve noticed that your daughter seems different. But there are many possibilities. This pack has its share of half-blood witches. You might want to investigate further. All I can say is that she may not be your daughter, but I hope I’m mistaken.”

With a fierce blend of desperation and determination, I meticulously gathered strands of Beatrice’s hair and a few cherished keepsakes, ready to bring to light the truth.

With a heavy heart, I approached the healer.

“You’re the only one I can trust in this matter,” I urged, locking eyes with him. “Help me discover if Beatrice is truly my daughter.”