My Luna Became An Alpha After I Rejected Her

Amelia stood by the window of her room upstairs, the pregnancy test result clutched in her hand. She was pregnant again.

She had been noticing the signs for some time and had finally gone to the hospital for confirmation. The result came back positive.

She smiled softly as she touched her stomach. She couldn't wait to tell her husband. They were going to have another child.

It had been six years since they had their first daughter, Eva, and Amelia hadn't conceived again until now. She knew Aiden would be thrilled.

She wanted to share the news in a special way. Her husband, Aiden Miller, the alpha of the Red Moon Pack, one of the largest packs in the northern region, would be overjoyed.

But the vast territory came with dangerous borders, infested by rogues ready to tear apart anyone who wandered too close.

Amelia stepped away from the window and called the maids to help decorate her room. She smiled in satisfaction once they were done.

Next, she went to the kitchen to prepare Aiden's favorite meal - which also happened to be Eva's favorite.

Her daughter was so much like her husband. She smiled again.

"Luna, you don't have to cook. I'll prepare whatever you want," said Elena, the cook.

Amelia turned to her and smiled. "I'll cook for us tonight, Elena. Take the day off and get some rest."

"Thank you, Luna. The Alpha will be so happy when he finds out you made his favorite dish. He doesn't usually eat much, but when it's your food, he can't get enough of it," Elena said.

Amelia blushed. Elena was right. Aiden loved her cooking. He always had.

After finishing the meal, she returned to her room.

Just then, the door opened and her daughter walked in with her nanny, Octavia.

"Mommy!" the little girl cried, running into her arms.

"Oh, my Eva," Amelia smiled, kissing her cheeks and stroking her hair.

"Hello, Luna," Octavia greeted.

Amelia sighed gently as she set Eva down. "Octavia, I've told you several times - stop calling me Luna. Just call me by my name."

"I'll try to," Octavia said, noticing how especially happy Amelia seemed today. "I'll help Eva change her clothes," she added before exiting the room.

Amelia headed into the bathroom, took a bath, and changed into something elegant. Then she waited in her bedroom for her husband.

But as she opened her eyes again, she groaned softly. she had dozed off on the couch.

She checked her phone. It was 12:30 a.m.

Aiden had never come home this late before.

With the trouble along the pack's perimeter and the demands of running the company, Aiden often worked late, but he usually made it home early enough to spend time with Eva. Even if he had to continue working from home afterward.

The ticking clock sounded deafening. She was worried. She tried calling him but no answer. His number wasn't going through.

She called his office.

He hadn't shown up there all day.

Where had he gone?

She was deeply worried.

Then she heard the sound of a car pulling into the pack house. Relief swept through her as the door opened and the familiar scent of her mate filled the room.

Her heart skipped a beat. She rushed over to him, excitement bubbling at the thought of finally telling him the good news.

He still looked as handsome as ever in the dim light.

"Why are you still awake at this time?" he asked coldly, pulling away from her embrace and setting down his suitcase.

He must be tired from work, she thought, still smiling brightly.

"I was worried about you. You look tired," she said gently, helping him out of his jacket and loosening his tie.

"Amelia, we need to talk," Aiden said, pausing when he noticed how decorated the room was. Was there an occasion he didn't know about?

He didn't ask. He had something more pressing to say.

"Sure. I'll prepare you a hot bath, and then we can talk. I also have something to tell you," she said, heading for the bathroom.

"There's no need for that. I want to talk now," he interrupted.

She paused. Something was off. His expression was unreadable, guarded, and cold. As his mate, she couldn't even sense his thoughts clearly.