The Luna Who Defied Pack Law
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When Luna Lyanna discovers she's carrying triplets, her joy turns to horror. Grimhowl Pack's ancient tradition demands that Alpha heirs must fight to the death until only one remains. Her mate, the ruthless Alpha Rheakar, sees three sons as the ultimate test of strength-but Lyanna sees only two graves. Desperate to save her unborn children, she turns to the only person who might help: Korin, Rheakar's loyal Beta, who has harbored feelings for her from afar. In a dangerous act of betrayal, Korin helps Lyanna fake her death and escape into the night. For six years, Lyanna raises her triplets in the peaceful Moonridge Pack, finding sanctuary with Alpha Lucien and building a new life far from Grimhowl's bloody traditions. But peace shatters when Rheakar discovers she's alive. To protect Moonridge from war, Lyanna makes a desperate bargain-she'll return to Rheakar if he spares her sons and their new pack.
Chapter 1
Dec 4, 2025
[Lyanna’s POV]
Three wolf pups circled one another beneath the ceremonial moon, their identical silver eyes gleaming with an innocence that would not survive what came next.
The same dream that always ends the same…
Their playful nips transformed into something darker, more purposeful. The circling tightened. Small bodies learned the dance of dominance that would define their fate.
Two fell still against the crimson ground. One remained standing, alone, and the howl that tore from his throat was indistinguishable from my own voice, grief and victory tangled into one unbearable sound.
I woke up gasping in the vast bed, my silk nightgown clinging to perspiration-dampened skin.
The space beside me remained cold—Rheakar hadn't shared my chambers in months, preferring the company of his warriors or the solitude of his study where pack business consumed him until dawn.
My trembling hand found my swollen belly, seeking reassurance in the movement beneath my palm. But there it was again—that storm of activity that felt wrong.
"Please," I whispered to the Moon Goddess, though my prayers had gone unanswered for weeks. "Let me be wrong. Let the dreams be nothing more than an anxious mind's creation."
The morning sun painted the healer's den in deceptively warm tones when I arrived under the pretense of routine examination.
The scent of crushed herbs and beeswax should have soothed me, but my pulse refused to calm.
Healer Marcus studied me with the careful attention of one who had served the Grimhowl Pack for four decades, his weathered hands glowing with soft blue diagnostic magic as they hovered over my belly.
I watched his expression shift from routine concentration to something that made my blood run cold—recognition, surprise, and beneath it, something that might have been fear.
"Luna," he began, and I knew from the gravity in his voice that my nightmares had been prophecy, not paranoia. "This is... extraordinary. I must examine more thoroughly to be certain."
The magic pulsed brighter, and I felt it searching, counting, confirming what my body had been trying to tell me for weeks. Marcus's hands trembled slightly as he withdrew them.
"Tell me," I managed, though my throat constricted around the words. "Whatever it is, I need to know."
"You carry not one heir, but three. Three sons, all strong, all healthy. The first triplets born to the Grimhowl line in over a century."
The room spun. I gripped the examination table's edge until my knuckles turned white.
For one crystalline moment, pure joy flooded through me—three heartbeats, three souls I had created.
Then understanding crashed over me like ice water.
Three future Alphas. The tradition. The ancient law that demanded brothers fight to the death for supremacy, leaving only one to claim the throne.
"No," I breathed, then stronger, "No, you must not speak of this."
My hands shook as I pulled the heavy purse from my cloak, gold coins spilling across the table between us.
"Please, Marcus. I'm begging you as a mother, not as your Luna. Let me find a way to protect them. Don't tell the Alpha. Don't condemn my sons before they're even born."
"You're asking me to lie to our Alpha?.."
"The pack traditions will murder two of my children," I said, abandoning all pretense of composure. "Please. I'll give you anything. Just give me time to find another way."
But as I left the healer's den, I caught the hungry ambition in his backward glance.
The gold might buy his silence for hours, perhaps a day, but not longer. Not when the information could purchase favor with an Alpha who valued power above all else.
The walk to Rheakar's hall stretched before me like a funeral procession.
Each step carried me closer to the inevitable, my soft slippers whispering against stone floors that had witnessed generations of Grimhowl dominance.
Guards straightened as I passed, offering respectful nods to their Luna.
The great doors stood open. Rheakar waited within, and I knew immediately from his expression, that savage satisfaction, that prideful gleam—my secret was already his.
"My beautiful Lyanna," he said, rising from his throne with predatory grace. The endearment sounded foreign on his lips; he hadn't called me beautiful in years. "Come closer. Let me look at the mother of my legacy."
Marcus had already betrayed me. The gold hadn't bought even an hour.
"Rheakar," I began, but he crossed the distance between us in three strides, his hand pressing possessively against my belly.
I felt the babies move beneath his touch, and wanted to scream at them to be still, to hide from their father's ambition.
"Three sons," he breathed.
And I saw it then—the fevered pride of a man who viewed his unborn children not as lives to cherish but as weapons to forge.
"Three strong pups ready to fight for the crown."
"They're not even born yet," I tried, forcing my voice to remain steady. "Perhaps we could consider modifying the tradition, finding a way for all three to…"
"Consider what? Denying them their birthright?"
His laugh held no warmth, only the sharp edge of authority.
"The tradition has shaped every great Alpha of our line. It will shape our son, whichever proves strongest, into a leader worthy of the Grimhowl Pack name."
Survivor. Singular. He spoke so easily of two deaths, as if planning a hunt rather than the murder of his own blood.
"The preparation must begin immediately," Rheakar continued, already lost in his vision. "Separate quarters once they're weaned, different trainers to prevent alliance forming.”
"And after this, you can call yourself a father?" flashed through my mind. But looking at Rheakar’s expression, I realized my terrible mistake—I said it out loud.
“First and foremost, I am the Alpha of the Grimhowl Pack. And you, my beautiful Luna, are somehow starting to forget your place and duty.”
I felt his growing irritation in my skin, but still couldn't resist answering: "A true leader doesn't gain respect through force and bloodshed. As an expectant mother, I’m not forgetting that."
With one sharp movement of a seasoned fighter, Rheakar kicks the chair next to us. I flinch, then find myself pushed into the wall. Alpha's nostrils flare with anger, and I unconsciously place my palm on my stomach.
Even now, when my boys are still in the womb, I’m trying to shield them. And their worst enemy turned out to be their father.
"Are you questioning my leadership qualities, brat? I'm the ruler of this pack! No one dares to go against my will. Especially you—just a mere vessel who will lose all value the moment my heirs are born."
I stood motionless, tears of helplessness streaming down my cheeks. But not because I'm the submissive Luna he had shaped me to be.
But because now I'm a mother, concerned with the safety of her pups.
"You will remain under constant guard until the birth," he commanded. “Let's make sure you don't do anything stupid. Though I really doubt you will.”
"Of course, my Alpha," I murmured, lowering my eyes.
"Good. Tomorrow, you will move to the secured wing. My most trusted guards will attend you day and night."
His fingers traced the curve of my belly with something like reverence.
"Nothing will threaten my heirs before they have the chance to prove themselves."
I nodded obediently, playing the role I had perfected over years of marriage. But beneath my ribs something new took root—not the strength of an Alpha's mate, bound by duty and tradition, but something far more dangerous.
The strength of a mother who would tear down kingdoms before letting them touch her children.
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