Luna's Secret: Pregnant With Alpha's Son

By Misha K

"Will you marry me?”

 

He scoffed. “Violet, I can’t marry you. My family and my pack won’t accept you, but—” he pinched my chin and lifted my face. “But you will stay in this lodge forever. And that’s an order.”

 

“As your mistress?” I asked.

 

“You may think whatever you like.”

 

“But you won’t mark me. You will mark Emily.”

 

“I have to mark her,” he said, as if this was undisputable. “She is the daughter of the Alpha of Red Claw pack and my fiancée.”

 

“You can’t accept me because I am a rogue?”

 

After a perfect night with Violet, Dane rejects her, to marry Emily who is known to him from childhood and is the perfect choice.

 

Feeling insulted and dejected, Violet runs away.

 

However, Dane can't stop thinking about Violet and crazily hunts for her.

 

At his pre-wedding party, he sees Violet with someone else. Jealousy rips his heart and this time he won't let her go, even if that means he has to break the rules.

 

Violet resists him, because she has something precious to hide. What happens when Dane sees a pup who is his carbon copy? And he calls Violet, ‘Mom’.

 

Will Violet accept his rejection finally? Or will she come back to him for a second chance? Will Dane be able to seduce her back in his own, dark and twisted way? Or will he be forced to go back to Emily? Let the chase begin!

 

(Book 1 Of the Series is available to read here. The Series contains 2 books.）

• Language: English
• Publisher: Publishdrive
• Release date: Apr 17, 2024

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Misha K

Luna's Secret

Pregnant With Alpha's Son

Chapter 1 Mate

Violet’s POV

I woke up with a jolt, pain surging through my stomach as someone kicked me. I curled in my threadbare blanket as tears welled in my eyes. I was sleeping on the ground of a makeshift home in a forest that surrounded the White Fur pack.

Wake up, bitch! A nasal voice blasted.

It was my father’s mate, Nellie, who was my stepmother.

No one has all the time for you in the world, dimwit! she spat. She kicked me again on my chest, making me whimper in pain.

We are leaving. The White Fur pack’ hounds have sniffed us.

Rogues were hated by every pack and the moment we were spotted, we were killed. And the White Fur Pack was notorious for sniffing rogues and killing them in the cold.

My name is Violet Clark. I am nineteen. My father and stepmother are rogues and we live like vagabonds along with a few more rogues, who lusted after me like I was the whore of the rogue pack. It was a surprise that I kept my virginity intact till now.

Grunting and sending more expletives my way, Nellie hurried away.

‘Why don’t we kill her?’ my wolf, Opal, grumbled.

‘If we kill her, my father would kill me instantly,’ I said through my tears. My wolf wasn’t as powerful as she should have been. Years and years of abuse and malnourishment had weakened it.

‘We will run away, Violet,’ she growled. ‘At this rate they are going to weaken you and me further. Just yesterday, your father caned you on the back. How much can I take?’

I got up, wiping my tears and ignoring the pain in my body that ran deep to my bones. I knew that my injuries would soon become blue or black. They would eventually heal but very slowly, leaving scars.

I tied my sandy brown hair in a messy bun and then folded my blanket, crying at my shitty luck. If only my mother had been here...

According to the tales I heard, my mother, Fiona, ensnared my father, Alex. She became pregnant but soon after my birth, she died under mysterious circumstances. And a month later, my father brought his mate, Nellie. Nellie gave me away to my mother’s sister, Macy, from the White Fang pack, but when I turned five, I was handed back to my father. I don’t know why.

Ever since then, my life has taken a downturn. Alex and Nellie hated me. Father would hit me and punish me at every given opportunity, and those opportunities never ended. I was made to do all the menial work, even of the rogues he was surrounded with.

You are still crying, asshole! my stepsister, Sade, shouted. I hope you get killed today! Why are we carrying you along with us? You are such baggage! she cursed.

Wincing, I collected my little bag, which had a blanket, jeans, one frayed shirt and a set of underwear. I rushed out in my shorts and a tank top, shivering in the cold of the night.

My father had already shifted into his wolf. He snarled at me and then ran out of the cave we were hiding in. My mother followed him. Soon we all shifted and were running in the forest, trying to escape the warriors of the White Fur Alpha.

However, we must have gone only a few hundred meters when we heard snarls and howls behind us. Heavy footfalls chased us.

‘Run fast!’ my father’s voice sounded in our heads. I pushed myself to go fast through my pain, but minutes later we heard those howls coming nearer. It meant that this time we were doomed. I ran hard, knowing fully well that if I stopped, I would be killed, but I couldn’t run as fast as other rogues. The pain in my chest, stomach and back lanced through me like icy shards. Every breath I took hurt me. I wonder if a bone or two in my ribcage was broken after Nellie kicked me.

‘See, I told you," Opal grumbled. ‘He is trying to kill us. Leave them.’

‘What do I do, Opal?’ I said to her, ‘If I leave this pack, where will I go? Don’t you know lone wolves are hunted down and killed instantly?’

‘This is the time to leave your father. Take a right turn and I will lead you to your mother’s pack. I am sure they will take you in,’ Opal sounded desperate. I knew that she wanted to protect me, but I wasn’t sure that my mother’s pack would ever take me in. They had betrayed a five-year-old who was… harmless.

‘No, we stick to my father!’ I instructed and Opal grumbled.

But my stars were all wrong that day. Suddenly, someone bit me on my leg and then someone attacked me on my back. I let out an agonized howl, crashing on the ground on my belly. When I looked back, I saw Sade’s fangs, dripping in blood and Nellie glaring at me.

My father’s angry voice came into my head. ‘Come back girls. Leave her to die!’

I whimpered. So this was their plan to get rid of me finally? To maul me and leave me to die? To leave me in the fate of the ruthless warriors of the White Fur pack?

Opal couldn’t take the pain. ‘Take over, Violet,’ she said. ‘And climb a tree to hide.’

I took over, but merely a few minutes later when I was climbing, I was attacked again. A warrior of the White Fur pack grabbed my hair and pulled me to the ground where he hurled me some twenty feet away. Excruciating pain and horror gripped me when I saw him towering over me.

He snarled at me, peeling his lips back. We found a rogue, he yelled, calling all others as he removed his dark curly hair from his hazel eyes. I scrambled away from him, scared as hell.

From the corner of my vision I saw five giant werewolves coming in my direction. They surrounded me, their heads dipped, their lips peeled back exposing sharp fangs.

Kill her, the warrior ordered.

So this is the end? I closed my eyes, waiting for it. It was better that I died. There was so much pain all over my body that I didn’t have the strength to live. I was fed up with being treated lowest of the low amongst the rogues. I was exhausted mentally and physically.

‘I am sorry, Opal,’ I apologized to my wolf, defeated. ‘I can't take it any longer.’

I waited for the final blow, for the warriors to sink their fangs in my neck, or tear me limb by limb, when a strong voice sounded.

Wait.

Alpha! the warriors bowed to him, submitting their necks to him.

I jerked open my eyes and looked at the source of the voice. An alpha male was standing in front of me, naked. My breath catches, but it’s not because of the pain in my body. It’s a pair of gorgeous blue eyes that stare at me and those eyes pinned me in my place.

He was both utterly terrifying and the most beautiful werewolf I’d ever seen. He had shoulder-length wavy midnight blue hair, his features chiseled. At over six feet, he was a mountain of muscles.

It was difficult for me to breathe, I was on the verge of death, but I couldn’t take my eyes off the Alpha standing in front of me, naked.

‘Mate.’ My wolf purred.

Chapter 2 Can I have you

Violet POV

I stifled a gasp.

The Alpha of the White Fur pack was my mate? Goddess. He was the most cruel Alpha in all of America. No. No. No. No.

He was staring at me intensely, his hands clenched into tight fists, every muscle in his body strained with tension. Take her to the dungeons. He sneered.

No, I protested in the hope that he would acknowledge me as his mate and help me out of my misery, but the way he was looking at me, it explained everything. He hated me and would reject me.

He walked towards me with disgust. Leaning down, he wrapped his long fingers around my neck tightly almost to the point of pain and growled You will come with me to the White Fur pack.

Even through all the pain, my head became dizzy when I picked up his scent of mist and pine. My body trembled as delightful shivers ran down my body upon his touch, which felt more like a caress over every sensitive part of me. I coughed, surprised by the power of his touch. It was as if the chill in my bones would return if he removed his hand.

Take her now. Lock her up and call me when she is ready. He looked at me with a wicked smile. Shoving me, he rose to his feet and, after giving me one last look of disdain, he walked away, leaving me in a puddle of mess.

The warriors picked me up. I got up with a limp, my thigh covered in blood from Sade’s bite. They covered me with a rag and dragged me to the dungeons of the White Fur pack where I was shoved inside a dark prison. The man who brought me here scoffed, I am Jackson. You should be thankful that our Alpha didn’t order you to eliminate you instantly. I don’t know his plans, but I don’t like them.

As soon as he left, I curled my arms around my knees and placed my head in between them, exhausted mentally and physically. Because of a lot of blood loss, I gave in to the inky darkness that slowly surrounded me and I fell on the cold ground with a thud.

Hours later, the scent of pine and mist enveloped me, forcing me to flutter open my eyes, but I was too weak and I clutched onto a hard and warm body and went back to the comfort of my darkness. When I woke up again, a fever swept over me and I wanted to call my father for help, but my lips felt sealed together. I focused on my mouth, willing it to open, because then I would be able to ask for water. A warm body pressed against me and my heart sped up, breathing deeply. It smelled wonderful, lush and decadent. It forced me up, but I thrashed against it wanting nothing more than to go back to my darkness.

Stop fighting me! he ordered, and I felt like I had to obey his command. My jaws were opened forcibly and something poured inside my mouth. It was warm and tasted like metal and honey. Like elixir. I moaned and sighed at the feeling of the warm liquid down my throat and slept again.

It was still dark when I got up next. My body felt like it had never ever borne torture. I wriggled my toes, lifted my palm and turned my neck to the left and then to the right. I stilled as my gaze locked with the sharp green eyes of my tormentor. My mate. He was lying right next to me, playing with my hair, seeing it slipping through his fingers. I gasped at his silhouette against the silvery moon that threw its cool rays through the curtain of the window. My heart fluttered like a trapped dove in my ribcage and my lips parted.

What’s your name? he asked, his voice a deep rumble.

Violet Clark, I replied, struggling to lift myself up.

He pinned me down. I am Dane Llyod, Alpha of the White Fur pack. And don’t get up.

Dane was leaning so close to me that our breaths mingled. He smirked when I found myself leaning in his touch.

You were unconscious for two days, he said, staring in my eyes. How are you feeling now?

Gods above! Two days? Better… I bit my lip.

This is my cabin, he said. And from today onwards, you will stay here.

I nodded obediently with a smile as a smirk formed on his face.

What were you doing with the rogues? he asked me in a harsh tone.

I tensed and got up. I was with my rogue father and stepmother, who decided to ditch me, I fed him the truth after debating what I should say and looked away. I was sure that he would reject me after learning this.

So you don’t have anywhere to go, he remarked.

No, I said in a breathy voice. My wolf was jumping inside. She was happy that we would stay with our mate now.

He got up, walked behind me and made me turn my face. My cheeks heated under his heated gaze that was burning with desire. He leaned over and kissed me in a rough, hot and urgent way. Sort of claiming. When he pulled away, he said, I want to know you, mate. In every possible way. His lusty words found their way to my belly and I burned hotter at the thought of him claiming me. Intoxicated by his scent, starved of love all my life, I wanted to flow in this beautiful feeling.

Instinctively, my hands roamed up his chest, brushing over his broad shoulders and his corded neck. My hands twined around his neck. I pushed myself against his body and my lips against his. Our mouths meshed. He forced open mine to explore me inside with his velvety tongue. Our breaths mingled and our hands couldn’t get enough of each other. Desperate for more, I clutched his silky soft hair.

Can I have you? he said, his voice demanding, his Alpha aura licking my skin in complete submission.

Yes. I wanted to submit to him.

Next moment, he crashed his lips on mine, his hands trapping my head from behind as if I was his most prized possession. Dane’s mist and pine scent was like a drug to me. A potion that went straight to my head but gripped my heart. Before I knew, Dane was above me, staring down at me with his intense blue eyes that turned golden. He dragged my dress up, his claw grazing my skin. I shivered in anticipation as something coiled tightly in my belly.

For the first time, I felt tiny because of the sheer size of the wolf above me. He had muscles packed over muscles. He straddled me and removed his shirt. I gasped. He had a beautiful body. And then we lost control of ourselves and sense of time.

Chapter 3 Can't be accepted as a Rogue?

Violet POV

That night Dane didn’t leave me even for a minute. He was relentless, and I wanted to give him all I had. And all I had was me, my virginity. I came with no status, no money or family. My only family abandoned me to be killed after injuring me. It was Moon Goddess who had bestowed this opportunity on me and I wouldn’t dare to lose it.

By morning, I was thoroughly exhausted. I snuggled into his chest and went off to sleep. When I woke up in the morning, he wasn’t there. But every part of my body was singing. I stretched my limbs, feeling great for the first time in my life. I think I was the luckiest she-wolf born. My wolf, Opal, was cartwheeling inside. ‘I am so happy, Violet,’ she said. ‘Our mate loves us, but where is he?’

I giggled as I walked to the bathroom. ‘He must have gone to the pack, Opal,’ I informed her, as if she should have known it already. ‘After all, he is the pack’s Alpha. He must have gone for his Alpha duties.’

‘Yes!’ Opal pricked her ears up and I could feel her thrill. ‘Ask him to take you to introduce you to his pack.’

I hesitated as I stood in front of the mirror. There were so many love bites all around my body. As I examined them with a blush, I also noticed how my breasts and hips were curvier. I don’t know how that happened and planned to ask him about it. Did they give me some kind of potion? Every wound on my body healed so well it was as if it was never there.

‘You have to ask him to take you to his pack,’ Opal reminded me.

‘Yes!’ I said and then walked under the hot water shower. After enjoying it for almost half an hour, scrubbing and rubbing my skin hard until it was raw and shining and pink, I came out draped in a fluffy towel only to find a lady in the room with breakfast. She was wearing a blue apron over a white dress. With light brown hair, she had a kind demeanor.

How are you, Violet? She greeted me with a smile and set down the tray that had fluffy buttered bread with bacon, lemon chicken, and steaming coffee. I am Zena, your maid.

A maid? I was the maid in my family, and now I had a maid? I am well, I replied, feeling slightly awkward.

Oh, you can change in front of me, she chuckled sweetly and took out a pair of blue denims and a black t-shirt with lacy underwear and bra.

Though I was surprised and jealous as to how come there were female clothes in the lodge, I just nodded, collected the clothes and slipped into them. While having breakfast, I said, Zena, I would like to go and meet Dane’s pack members.

Zena stiffened. I am sorry, but Alpha Dane has given me strict orders that you can't leave, she said.

I stopped chewing the meat as I stared at Zena, trying to understand what she meant. I licked my lips as I debated whether to ask her to clarify what she meant.

‘What is she trying to convey?’ Opal asked, rather growled. She hated to stay in confines.

Emboldened by her words, I asked, Why can’t I leave? I am Alpha Dane’s mate and one day he has to take me out to meet his pack members.

The tension hung thick between us. She looked away, as if contemplating what to reply. When she faced me, she said, It is not my story to tell, but you can’t meet his pack members as well. At least for now. Basically, he has ordered us that you can’t leave the lodge until further orders.

I swallowed hard, my mind conjuring up all scenarios. Why would he imprison me? Why was he hiding me?

Violet, Zena sympathized. "I am so sorry that you are a rogue, but you have to understand that Alpha Dane is the strongest wolf in all of America and he is known to hunt rogues. So you have to give him