As I scanned the report laid out before me, an unsettling feeling crept in, suggesting something was amiss. My heart raced as I examined the details. With a gasp, I realized that Beatrice possessed Lunar blood, a rare trait that could not have originated from either Alpha Asher or me.
Back then, I was a pitiful commoner but only embraced my role as Luna when Alpha Asher chose me as his mate. There was nothing extraordinary about my blood besides the curse that had already been lifted years ago.
When the healer caught sight of my bewilderment, he stepped forward and said, “That’s what puzzles me as well. There’s something peculiar that the Alpha has done, unbeknownst to you, Luna Vienna.”
His words lingered like a gentle whisper of a concealed truth. No matter how hard I tried to regain my composure, I became puzzled.
Beatrice’s words about having two mommies, along with the pack’s whispers about her resemblance to Amara, weighed heavily on my mind.
I could attest that the healer had seen my struggle as I carried Beatrice for nine long months, each day proving my strength and making me set aside my duties just to give birth to her.