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.
Yet, despite my instincts, I couldn’t shake the possibility of hidden truths. Raising a daughter who might not be truly mine felt absurd. I vehemently refused to accept it.
In my frustration, I confronted the healer, blaming him for what I perceived as an error. But he stood firm, insisting the results were genuine. He dared not falsify the report, knowing that Alpha Asher’s wrath could be deadly.
“Luna Vienna,” he said gently, “instead of placing blame, perhaps you should take a moment to investigate this for yourself. Look into the shadows of your past and see if there’s something Alpha Asher has concealed from you all these years.”
Another hint, wrapped in mystery, slipped from his lips. I couldn't shake the feeling that Alpha Asher was somehow involved in this mystery, yet the details eluded me.
Driven by curiosity, I sought out several of Alpha Asher’s trusted confidants, including the Beta and a few respected elders.
Each of them firmly asserted that neither Alpha Asher nor Amara had ever had a child, declaring it impossible for any child to have been switched.
Just as I was about to lose hope, one elder approached me quietly, lowering his voice as if to shield his words from prying ears. “I’ve noticed that your daughter seems different. But there are many possibilities. This pack has its share of half-blood witches. You might want to investigate further. All I can say is that she may not be your daughter, but I hope I’m mistaken.”