Victory2023

Alpha Eryx has waited his whole life to hear the second heartbeat... the unmistakable sign that his heir has finally been conceived. 

This heartbeat isn’t something just anyone can sense. 

Only Alphas from rare bloodline can hear it, and only when the heir is their own. 

So when Eryx finally hears it, he’s overjoyed. His legacy has begun.

But what he doesn’t know is that the child isn’t growing inside his Luna, Morgana.

The real mother is Morgana’s virgin servant, an innocent girl who has never been touched, and who is now terrified and confused by a pregnancy she can’t explain.

She doesn’t know how it happened or whose child it is.

It all began when Eryx, after many failed attempts to conceive naturally, suggested insemination. 

Morgana agreed, but she didn’t allow the doctors to go through with it. But Somehow, the procedure still happened… and was done to the wrong woman.

Now, as the truth begins to surface, Morgana panics. 

Desperate to keep her position as Luna and find the real mother, and make her abort the pregnancy, she starts searching_ unaware that the girl she’s looking for is right under her nose.

When she can’t find her in time, Morgana makes a dangerous choice. 

She fakes her own pregnancy and tries to present another man’s baby as Eryx’s heir, desperate to confuse him before his suspicions deepen.

THE PREGNANT VIRGIN LUNA.

The moment they step out of the pack house, Theo and Mira both realize exactly where the howl came from.

Theo doesn't slow down. His footsteps are fast and hard against the ground as he moves toward it.

And even when he glances back and sees Mira behind him, still following, still not listening to his earlier command to stay behind, he doesn't tell her to go back.

They barge into the room together, breath catching in their throats, hearts pounding.

Mira's eyes go straight to where she left Morgana, she doesn't mean to, it just happens. Her gaze drags there before anything else registers.

She's still there, slumped in the same place, back against the wall.

Thick, dark, and fresh. Not on her head anymore. Not from the earlier injury. But beneath her. Pooling under her where she sits, spreading slow and terrifying across the floor.

Fake Miscarriage.