Alpha's regret: Runaway Luna is back

The doctor's excited voice boomed down the hallway. "Congrats, Ms. Jackson! You've got that rare moon mark, and you're carrying twins for our pack!"

I stood there, frozen, my mind reeling from the shock. "Pregnant? With twins? How is that even possible?"

The doctor nodded eagerly, his eyes sparkling. "Absolutely. You're the first she-wolf in our pack to conceive pups blessed by the moon's power. It's incredibly rare and special. You should be thrilled!"

I clutched the ultrasound photo tightly and stumbled out of the hospital, my head spinning in confusion. After just one night with Alpha Kilian, how could I be expecting two wolf pups? It made no sense at all.

Before I could even process it, my phone buzzed sharply. I glanced at the screen and felt a surge of fury—a photo of Alpha Kilian Morris, grinning on a luxurious yacht, wrapped up with some stunning woman in a tiny bikini. Anger boiled inside me.

I flagged down a cab and barked at the driver, "Take me to the Moonwalk pack—right now!"

...

### On the Yacht

I had no idea what was happening on that yacht until I got there, but from the sounds and glimpses later, I pieced it together. Alpha Kilian had been all over her, murmuring, "You're wasted," as he kissed her neck. She was perched on his lap, arms around his neck, whispering seductively before pulling him into a deep kiss. "I want you so bad."

He groaned into the kiss, his hands on her hips, moving her slowly against him. She moaned, arching into his touch as he slipped his fingers under her bikini bottoms, rubbing her most sensitive spot until her breaths came faster and louder.

He tugged off her top, exposing her breasts, and latched onto one while sliding two fingers inside her. She squirmed wildly on his lap, completely lost in it. She got so wet that when he pulled away, her arousal dripped visibly.

"Strip," he ordered, his voice rough.

She obeyed instantly, peeling off everything. He stared at her like a predator, then shed his own clothes, his hardness standing out starkly. She flashed him a teasing smile, getting on all fours and presenting herself. "Take me like this. Please?"

He knelt behind her, spreading her open to reveal how ready she was. Her eyes widened at his size as he positioned himself and thrust in deep without warning.

She gasped, a mix of pain and pleasure as he filled her completely, stretching her in ways that promised she'd feel it for days. He started slow, letting her adjust, then ramped up to hard, fast thrusts that had her screaming in ecstasy. She reached between her legs to touch herself, teetering on the edge—until he pulled out and flipped her onto her back.

Her breathing went wild when she realized his intent. "No... I can't take you there!" she pleaded, pushing at him desperately.

But he ignored her, pushing into her tight rear entrance with no prep. She screamed from the sharp pain, tears welling up as he stretched her wide.

After a few agonizing moments, the pain eased into something intense and good. She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him closer. He grunted with every powerful thrust. Finally, he withdrew and released hot across her stomach.

She looked down at the evidence of their passion and smiled breathlessly. "That was incredible... Let's do it again." She even leaned in to clean him with her tongue.

He gave her *ss a playful smack. "Clean up and get your bikini back on."

They both dressed, shared some wine, and were about to shower together when I showed up. He never saw me coming.

The cab screeched to a stop beside the massive yacht after what felt like an eternity of tense driving. I stepped out, scanning the deck until I spotted Alpha Kilian laughing and sipping drinks with that bikini-clad woman. Fury took over—I marched right up, snatched her glass, and smashed it on the deck, shards flying as my anger exploded.

She yelped in shock, staring at me with disdain. "Ugh, what a plain nobody. You have no clue what you're stepping into."

I fixed her with a cold glare, my voice steady despite the rage inside. "I'm this alpha's true mate. Need I say more?" I was boiling, but I kept my composure.

She tried to snap back weakly, then looked to Kilian for support. He just sat there, silent.

"Fine, I'll go find something better to do," she muttered, slinking away from the yacht. She knew I was the real threat—his mate—and without him defending her, it was over for her.

I slid into the seat beside Alpha Kilian, my face a mask of eerie calm, like the hush before a hurricane. "Done messing with people's emotions?"

He smirked dismissively. "As long as you're in the picture, the fun never ends."

His words hit me like a gut punch, leaving me confused and heartbroken. "You really hate me that much?"

"You're just a small-town girl. Don't expect me to care," he said arrogantly, brushing me off.

My heart sank, disappointment etching across my face. I'd always craved a simple, drama-free life. "Then why promise we'd be together forever?"

He met my eyes, frustration clear. "If our grandfathers hadn't forced this, we'd never have met. Don't think you're anything special."

"So you'll never feel anything for me?" I asked, a flicker of hope in my voice despite the sadness.

"Forget trying to mean something to me," he replied harshly.

That shattered me. My fists clenched in anger. "Then let's end it! Divorce—now!"

He froze mid-sip of his champagne, genuinely surprised. "You sure about that?"

"If you don't give a d*mn, this marriage is a sham. No reason to keep pretending," I said with resolve.

"You're serious," he acknowledged, seeing the fire in my eyes. "Fine, I'll honor your choice."

We finished our tense talk, and I stood to leave. But after a few steps, I turned back. "What if..."

He laughed. "Already regretting it?"

My voice shook, but I meant every word. "Alpha Kilian, let's stay worlds apart—like sunrise and sunset. The faster we divorce, the better."

...

### Six Years Later

My plane touched down in Moonwalk pack territory. As I stepped off, my phone rang. I answered it while walking ahead, my hat shading half my face. Dressed in loose black clothes, I felt polished and in control.

People at the airport noticed me leading my three kids. They all wore sunglasses, looking so mature as they pushed their luggage carts behind me. No one could tell they were mine—I didn't even glance back after we'd walked a bit.

As we neared the exit, a tall man was waiting with a sign. Ben, my oldest, lowered his shades and walked up, checking the photo the guy held out.

"This picture..." Ben said, looking up at me while I was still on my call. "Nelly, is this you?"

The girl in the photo looked plain but determined—like someone from a quiet town, full of grit. Nothing fancy.

I frowned at the snapshot. "Yeah, that's me from way back."

Ben teased with a grin. "It's kinda funny. You look like you just broke free from a dull life!"

His comment didn't bother me. I'd taken that pic in my hometown for memories. I wasn't into photos, so it was my only one, and I saw no issue with it.

The airport worker eyed me and asked, "Are you Ms. Nelly Jackson?"

"Hi," I replied, nodding.

He compared the photo to me and looked stunned.

Donna, my youngest, giggled. "Nelly, folks might think you had surgery—that old pic is so different!"

"Nonsense! Nelly's beautiful naturally," Tony, the eldest, defended me, patting my head. He was always my protector.

Thinking the kids were my siblings, the worker smiled. "Ms. Jackson, your little brothers and sister are super cute."

I glanced at my trio. I'd found out about twins at my first checkup, but later it turned out to be triplets. I cherished them—they were the close, loving family I'd always dreamed of.

"Just hold on a minute. I'll get them handled," I said, not bothering to correct him.

"No problem! Take your time," he said warmly.

"Nelly, we're okay. Grandpa's waiting right outside—we can manage," Tony said confidently.

"You sure?"

They all nodded together.

I trusted their independence. "Alright, tell Grandpa I'll be there soon."

"Will do!" Ben replied.

I followed the worker out to a waiting car.

Once I was out of sight, Tony took the lead with his siblings. "Let's go."

"Tony, I gotta pee!" Donna said.

He spotted a restroom nearby. "Okay, hurry."

She handed him her doll. "Hold Elisa for me. Back in a sec."

Donna finished up, fixed her hair, and started out. But she bumped into someone around the corner and fell. "Ow!"

I didn't see it happen—Alpha Kilian heard the thud and spotted the adorable little girl on the floor. He walked over to her.

Nelly pov

Donna, my sassy little one, had just finished up and was heading out when she accidentally crashed right into this tall, good-looking guy around the corner. She tumbled to the floor with a little "Oof!" but instead of crying, she looked up at him through her big sunglasses and said in her sweetest, most dramatic voice, "You bumped into me!" There was this innocent edge to it, but you could tell she was already annoyed. The man—Alpha Kilian, as it turned out—couldn't help but smile at her spunk. He knelt down and offered his hand to help her up. "You okay, kiddo?" Donna got totally sidetracked, staring at his handsome face. She's always had a thing for good looks, and something about him struck her as oddly familiar, like she'd seen those sharp features somewhere before. She tilted her head and played it cool. "Not really. Who knows what else got hurt?" she said with a sly grin. He checked her over real quick—no scrapes or bruises—and chuckled. "Want me to