I Raised His Heir, But I Was Never His Luna

Becky’s POV

"Don’t think that putting on a pitiful act will make me accept you as my new Luna!"

"If you’re leaving, then leave for good! Don’t ever return to this territory!"

Corvin's roar—half-voice, half-growl—cut through the air like a blade, sharp with rejection and rage.

The arrow he released from his training bow shimmered with residual moonlight. I barely moved fast enough. It still nicked my shoulder, sinking into flesh. A guttural cry tore from my throat, half human, half wolf-pain.

Alpha David was by my side in seconds, his scent—oak and iron—wrapping around me as he held me upright.

"I’m so sorry, Becky," he whispered, voice thick with guilt.

But the moment was shattered by shrieks. Kiera was crying. AndDorian—my student, my blooded kin-in-training—was calling for help.

“Papa, Aunty Kiera twisted her ankle while trying to help that witch!”

Alpha David’s eyes flicked between us. His jaw clenched. And then, just like always, he turned from me.

“It’s a clean wound,” he said, not meeting my gaze. “Becky, go to the hospital. I’ll come after. I need to help Kiera—she can’t walk.”

I didn’t say a word. I didn’t have to. Pain was my language now.

He lifted Kiera into his arms like she weighed nothing—like I had once—and carried her toward the waiting vehicle. Her smirk was the last thing I saw before the car vanished into the forested driveway, withDorian seated proudly beside her.

I remained there, slumped in a puddle of blood and betrayal—shot by the very boy I’d trained in archery under the moonlight, taught to steady his paws and focus his breath.

The irony bit deeper than the arrow ever could.

I was struggling to rise when I heard the unmistakable thump of polished boots on the stone path.

"You’re still here, you ungrateful girl? Didn’t you howl your goodbye across the entire pack lands?"

I knew that venom-laced voice. Sara—Alpha David’s mother, a matron of the old bloodlines. She had never accepted a Beta like me in their prestigious Alpha lineage.

I turned slowly, baring my wound. Her eyes widened, but not from concern—from calculated alarm.

"Trying to drag my son down with you? Dying here like this—what are you scheming? Take your theatrics outside and perish there!"

“I was leaving,” I hissed through clenched teeth, “until your grandson decided I’d make a good target.”

She sneered. “Typical. Hurt yourself for attention and blame a child. You want Alpha David’s pity, don’t you? As if that would ever make you Luna. You lost your place the moment you chose to walk away.”

“I never wanted a place bought with pain,” I snapped back. “But your family keeps handing it out.”

She scoffed again. Then, with alarming strength for her age, she yanked my boxes and tossed them out into the night like trash.

“Then begone. And die outside, Beta trash.”

She shoved me hard, and I stumbled across the dirt, nearly blacking out as agony flared in my shoulder. I fell again, panting.

Something inside me cracked—but not my bones. My spirit. My faith.

“You’ll all regret this,” I swore, voice like thunder beneath a stormy sky.

I barely managed to haul my box to the road before my ride arrived.

"Apologies, Miss," the driver said, startled by the sight of me.

“It’s fine,” I muttered, collapsing into the backseat, the scent of blood saturating the leather.

He glanced back at me nervously. “Still heading to the airport?”

I shook my head. “Hospital first.”

The pain dragged me into darkness soon after.

I woke to the rhythmic beeping of machines, the antiseptic scent of healing salves stinging my nose.

My arm throbbed like it had been gnawed by a wild animal—which, ironically, wouldn’t be the worst thing I’d endured today. My suitcase sat dutifully near the hospital bed.

The pack doctor walked in, clipboard in hand.

“Miss Becky, how are you feeling?”

I groaned. “Last thing I remember, I was in a car. Then nothing.”

“The driver said you passed out en route. He brought you here just in time. You’d lost quite a bit of blood.”

I checked my phone—one missed flight, one unread message. I replied quickly:

"Emergency. Reschedule my flight. Now."

“Miss Becky?” the pack doctor prompted gently.

“Yes?”

“You’ve stabilized. With a bit of rest, we’ll discharge you soon.”

“Perfect. Thank you.”

He gave a short bow and exited. I slid out of bed slowly, grabbing my suitcase.

No missed calls. Not even one from Alpha David. The father of the pup who shot me had no interest in how the target was doing.

The door opened. And in floated Kiera, her limp magically gone.

I rolled my eyes. “Shouldn’t you be nursing a twisted ankle?”

She giggled—that grating, sugary sound that made my wolf bare her teeth.

“Oh, I’m fine now. I only wanted to see who he’d save. Me or you.” She twirled a strand of hair. “And he chose me. Isn’t that romantic?”

I turned my back on her. “Congrats. I’m leaving.”

But she blocked the door with the smugness of someone about to deliver a death sentence.

“There’s something you should know,” she whispered, honey-sweet and venomous.

“I’m pregnant with Alpha David’s pup.”

The world stopped.

I felt the ground vanish beneath me, my heart split wide open. But I refused to show her weakness. I wouldn’t give her the satisfaction.

Eight years. Eight damn years I stood beside him. Training his son. Healing his wounds. Sharing his bed when the moon called us together.

And every time, he made sure I took the pills.

He wanted another heir. Just never from me.