Rejected Luna, Claimed By The Heartless Alpha

Ethel Paranormal

“I didn’t know you had a child this big, Luna Evelyn.”
“He’s not mine. My baby… passed away two years ago.”
“It’s astonishing though. You two really look like mother and child.”
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They called her cursed.
After the birth that nearly killed her, Blackthorn’s Luna, Evelyn, became the pack’s omen—banished to a forgotten cabin, mocked by servants, ignored by the Alpha whom she thought loved her.
For two years she has lived as a shadow: quiet, obedient, and empty.
Then she is forced into the light of a grand banquet.
A little boy she has never met walks through the crowd, stops at her knees, and reaches up as if he already knows her. When she lifts him, the ache is instant. Deep and raw.
Across the hall, the cold heir of another pack is watching.
He does not offer comfort. He does not look away. He only looks at the two of them like he's noticed something she's refused to acknowledge.
Evelyn tells herself it is grief. It has to be grief.
But if the child in her arms is only a stranger…
Why does putting him down feel like losing him twice?

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