LUNA ASTRID

Forced to lie on the infirmary bed, I couldn't stop the healers from binding my hands and feet, restraining my every movement.

"Please don't take my child. I'll convince the Alpha to let me keep it," I begged, my voice trembling with desperation. But they didn't listen. None of them did.

Those were my last words before the healer injected the Void Elixir into a precise vein in my hip. The cold, burning sensation spread quickly, and within seconds, I felt its cruel effect—a thick fluid leaving my body.

My pup was gone. Again.

After that, the healers shuffled out of the room, their heads bowed in silence, perhaps out of guilt or shame. A moment later, Jameson entered—contradictingly with his head held high. He closed the door behind him with a deliberate click.

Without a word, he strode toward me, leaning down to claim a kiss.

I turned my head away.

"Stop being so dramatic over a useless, unborn pup, Astrid." He said coldly, as if the pup wasn't his own flesh and blood.

Afterwards, with swift, practiced movements, he unfastened the cuffs the healers had left on me.

"Once more, you've taken away my chance of becoming a mother. Do you know how much that pains me?" I spoke as tears began to flow.

"Well, it's not my fault you can't bear a male pup." He retorted sadistically, his glare menacing. And yet, in a sick twist of irony, he reached out to wipe the tears from my cheeks.

"Don't worry." He murmured, his fingers trailing down my face. "I'll free you from that pain."

I recoiled, desperate to escape his grasp, but he yanked me back, his strength overpowering mine. "Don't be afraid, my lovely Luna." He said, his tone deceptively soft.

I shook my head violently, panic rising in my chest. "No... I know what you're planning. Stop. Please, Jameson, don't do this!" I pleaded, my voice breaking.

But my pleas fell on deaf ears as Jameson leaned in, sinking his teeth into my neck. His venom coursed through my veins, weakening me instantly.

I lost consciousness soon after.

For the fourth time, Jameson exploited his ability to numb his mate's heart—my heart—suppressing my emotions and rendering me helpless against his will.

He claimed this action healed my broken heart, but numbing and suppressing emotions aren't healing! My heart remained shattered, but Jameson's influence numbed my pain, leaving my wolf to suffer alone.

By the time I opened my eyes, the memories of losing my child still haunted me. Yet, because of what he had done, I managed—strangely—a faint smile.

"Alpha, I'm glad you're here," I said, my voice light and devoid of the pain I still felt deep inside.

When he leaned in for a kiss, I welcomed it warmly this time. His gaze was dark and intense as he settled on the side of the bed.

"Are you feeling any emotional pain right now?" He asked.

I wanted to scream yes, but instead, I was forced to respond, "No, Alpha."

In a gesture that was both tender and manipulative, he tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. "I'm glad to hear that." He said softly. "But honestly, there are other things that still concern me."

"Like what?" I asked cautiously.

"Like how conceiving a pup and losing it could affect your health in the long run." He said, his tone smooth as he began to rub my shoulders. "And like how the absence of an heir or a future Alpha could soon weaken the Folklore Pack." His hands slid to cup my face, his gaze locking onto mine with an intensity that felt as though he was trying to control my very soul. "Do you understand what I'm trying to say?"

"Yes, Alpha." I replied, my voice stripped of emotion.

"Good." He said, his tone was calm and gentle. "As the Luna, what sacrifices are you willing to make for the pack?"

"I can do anything, Alpha." I replied with a steady voice.

"Really?" He asked, a subtle smirk playing on his lips as he ran his fingers through my long brunette hair. Then, he retrieved a piece of paper, neatly folded, and a golden pen. "Can you prove it by signing this?" His tone was still calm, but I could feel the trap closing around me. He was taking advantage of my numb heart!

"Alpha, what is that?" I asked, eyeing the document warily.

"Since you can only produce female pups," he began, "I believe it's time to remove that responsibility from you. Instead, we'll let another she-wolf do it for us."

My heart felt like it would burst from the sheer audacity of his words, but all I managed was a quiet, "What do you mean?"

He handed me the agreement and the golden pen. Then, as if to cement his manipulation, he leaned in, kissing me softly and deeply, as if to weaken any resistance I might have. When our lips parted, his gaze bore into mine.

"As my mate and my Luna, I need you to sign this." He said, his tone gentle, but dripping with control. "It's a testament that you're giving your consent for me to use a surrogate she-wolf to bear us a male pup."

LUNA ASTRID

I looked into Jameson's eyes as he cupped my face, bringing our foreheads and noses together. He held my gaze then whispered softly. "Go on, my Luna. Do it for the Folklore Pack. Do it for our people. Do it for me."

He only released me after I nodded weakly. His smile widened as I hesitantly lifted the pen and hovered it over the paper. The moment my hand began to move, scribbling my signature, his smile turned triumphant.

My wolf howled in agony, her cries echoing in my mind, but my body and heart refused to show any outward sign of the torment I felt.

I was numb, suffocated by his control.

"Good girl." Jameson said, his tone filled with satisfaction. He snatched the signed papers and the golden pen from my hands and left the room without another word.

He had what he wanted, and I knew deep down that the consequences of this decision would fall squarely on me.

Days passed in a blur of routine. I buried my pain beneath the facade of normalcy until, one afternoon, four pack warriors approached me as I walked through the packhouse gardens.

"Luna Astrid, the Alpha has requested your presence at the Folklore Basilica. Kindly allow us to escort you."

Their faces were stoic, their voices calm, but something about the way they carried themselves put me on edge.

My brows furrowed in confusion. "The Folklore Basilica? Is something grand about to happen?"

One of the warriors, maintaining his composed demeanor, replied, "We're not entirely sure, Luna. However, the Alpha has requested the presence of every pack member as well."

I was still baffled, but I nodded, deciding it was best to follow their lead.

As we reached the grand hall of the Folklore Basilica, the sight before me made me stop in my tracks. My breath hitched as I took in the surroundings. The entire hall was adorned with fresh white and pink flowers. A pristine white carpet stretched down the middle aisle, leading to a stage where a magnificent silver throne stood at its center.

What's going on?

The extravagance of the decorations rivaled—no, exceeded—what we had for our mating ceremony.

What—or who—are all of these for?

With countless questions swirling in my mind, I sat at my designated table at the front of the grand hall, nervously waiting for whatever this was to unfold.

It wasn't long before Alpha Jameson appeared, stepping confidently onto the stage. He addressed the pack with his usual charm.

In the middle of his speech, his eyes locked with mine, and I stiffened under his gaze.

"Everyone is aware of how hard the Luna and I have tried to conceive a male pup." He began. "But after four years, Luna Astrid was only able to bear females. I began to suspect there might be an issue with her body, so we decided to stop trying."

Why did he have to say that?

The weight of everyone's judgmental stares burned into me, forcing me to keep my head low.

"A few days ago," Jameson continued, "I asked the Luna to sign a written agreement to explore another method of securing an heir for the Folklore Pack. That decision brings us to this moment today." He paused, his tone growing more deliberate. "Everyone, I need your attention focused at the end of the long aisle."

His words made me look up, my breath catching as I followed the direction of his gaze.

A white horse-drawn carriage began its slow march down the aisle. When the carriage finally came to a stop at the stage, the chauffeur stepped down and opened the door, extending a hand to the figure inside.

Jameson approached the carriage, his movements deliberate and full of showmanship. He gently took the woman's hand as she stepped down.

He led her to the silver throne, and as she ascended the stage, the room seemed to hold its collective breath. She wore an opulent purple gown that shimmered under the lights, every detail screaming wealth and importance. Her face, however, was hidden behind a mask encrusted with jade and diamonds, concealing her identity entirely.

The heir surrogate. Is she it?

The thought sent a cold shiver through me.

But if she was, why go to such lengths? Why this grand display, as if she were some queen being coronated? Was it truly necessary to introduce her to the pack with this much effort?

Something wasn't right.

Jameson's voice cut through. "Everyone, this is the Masked Lady, and she will serve as the Folklore Pack's heir surrogate."

Whispers erupted throughout the hall.

Jameson continued. "She will be our last resort to ensure the continuation of our pack's legacy, using her own fluids and mine to conceive the heir we so desperately need. Her identity will remain a mystery to all, and she will wear this mask for the entirety of her stay here."

I clenched my fists under the table, rage simmering beneath the surface.

"Our pack needs her," Jameson declared. "And I expect every one of you to show her the same respect you show me and your Luna."

The applause for the Masked Lady was hesitant at first, but it eventually grew into a reluctant chorus. No one, not even the elders, dared to challenge Jameson's decision.

"Luna Astrid, please come and join us here." Jameson suddenly announced. I wanted to stay seated, to defy him, but I couldn't. So, I forced myself to rise.

My heart was no longer numb. I could fully feel the pain of the situation. I wanted to cry, but I forced myself to remain composed, believing it was my fault. This wouldn't have happened if only I could've given Jameson an heir.

When I finally reached the stage, I took my place beside the Masked Lady. My eyes were drawn to her, despite my efforts to avoid looking at her for too long. Something about her presence demanded my attention.

My heart raced as our eyes met.

Ocean blue, piercing and familiar.

I blinked, then stared again, searching for confirmation. Beneath the delicate mask, her identity remained hidden, but those eyes… I couldn't ignore them.

They were identical to Lady Victoria Beckett's—the princess of the Everdale Pack. Jameson's first love.

LUNA ASTRID

I quickly averted my gaze from the Masked Lady, forcing myself to lift my chin high.

I must be mistaken. It's impossible. Why would a princess agree to be someone's surrogate? The idea was absurd!

A week passed since that day, and I did everything in my power to avoid her. But today, fate had other plans. As I walked through the courtyard, seeking solace in the open air, the Masked Lady approached me.

"Luna Astrid." She called, her voice soothing.

I turned to face her, saying nothing.

Her masked face tilted slightly, but her piercing ocean blue eyes were focused intently on me. "The Alpha will inject his fluid into me in a few days to carry your heir, and yet…" she paused, her gaze scrutinizing, "…I haven't heard even a simple word of gratitude from you."

My chest tightened, but I held my composure.

"Aren't you grateful," she continued, her tone now laced with pride, "that someone is finally stepping in, to do what you're supposed to do?" She was bragging.

Her words stung, and it was taunting. I could even feel her smirking behind the jeweled mask.

But I only glared at her, forcing a fake smile. "That's your job. Why would I thank you for something you're being paid to do?"

I stepped forward to leave, but she grabbed my arm. "Oh, my bad," she said with a chuckle. "I almost forgot the Alpha is paying me for this. Can you blame me, though? With all the effort he's putting into me, it feels more like I'm his Luna than just a surrogate."

Her words were like a dagger aimed at my pride, but I refused to show any weakness. Instead, I maintained my calm composure.

"You're right," I replied, meeting her gaze head-on. "And I, too, wonder why he's going to such great lengths for you." I stepped closer, making sure she's intimidated. "Honestly, I can't help but wonder if Jameson truly didn't know the identity of the she-wolf hiding behind that lavish mask."

Her body tensed, and she flinched when my fingers lightly grazed the edge of her mask. She instinctively backed away, her confidence wavering.

"What are you talking about, Luna?" She said, her voice rising defensively. "Of course, the Alpha doesn't know who I am. Why would he? Maybe he's just putting in so much effort because I'm the key to ensuring the pack's future. To keep his bloodline alive. I'm sure he's simply… grateful and relieved." Her denial was quick.

I smirked. "Whatever you say, Masked Lady."

I intended to walk away, but my wolf surged within me, urging me to act. Her instinct became mine, and before I could stop myself, I reached out and ripped the mask from her face.

It all happened in an instant—the exact moment Jameson stepped in.

I froze as I stared at her now-uncovered face.

There she was. Lady Victoria Beckett.

The mask slipped from my trembling fingers, clattering to the ground. "I knew it." I whispered, my voice thick with emotion. "It was really you."

"What the hell are you doing, Astrid?!" Jameson barked, rushing forward. He placed himself between us as though shielding Victoria from me. Without hesitation, he retrieved the mask from the ground and gently placed it back on her face.

I turned to him, my vision blurred by the heat of unshed tears. My voice broke as I asked, "All this time… did you know? Did you know it was her?"

Jameson met my gaze, his face unreadable, but his subtle nod was an enough answer.

The confirmation shattered me, leaving me breathless. This is fucking betrayal!

"Why does it have to be her, Jameson?" I cried, my voice breaking. "Of all the she-wolves, why would you choose your first love as our surrogate?"

He stood silent, his jaw clenched, avoiding my gaze.

I stepped closer, my tears falling freely. "Are you trying to cover up an affair through surrogacy? I demand an answer, Jameson!"

But before he could respond, chaos erupted.

Out of nowhere, two black, feral rogues lunged at us, their snarls echoing through the courtyard. It happened so fast—I barely had time to react before sharp teeth sank into my shoulder. I screamed in pain.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the other rogue clamp its jaws onto Victoria. She shrieked, blood staining her elegant gown.

"Jameson, help me!" I pleaded, my voice desperate.

"Alpha, I need your help!" Victoria cried out simultaneously.

Both of us were at the mercy of the feral rogues, but Jameson could only save one from them.

Now I wonder who would matter more to him—his Luna, or the surrogate?