THE TRUE LUNA

The Billionaire's Secret Triplets: Mom's Revenge

HONEY MULLINS

Six years ago, I was a naive girl sold by my father to the powerful Sanders estate, only to be tossed onto the streets after a brutal assault they labeled "marital infidelity." I fled the country pregnant and broken, hiding from the shadow of a husband I had never even met. Now, I’ve returned to New York with my triplets to sign the final divorce papers and disappear forever. But Archibald Sanders—the man I was told was a crippled recluse—intercepted us with the cold precision of a predator. He didn't see the woman his family destroyed; he saw a gold-digger who had shamed his name. His security team hunted us to a grimy motel, using tactical force to snatch my children away and drag me to his glass-walled empire. In his office, he loomed over me, demanding a DNA test and threatening to throw me in prison while my babies were lost to the foster system. He was convinced I’d cheated, yet he stared at my sons with a haunting confusion, unable to ignore the stormy blue eyes that were a perfect mirror of his own. I stood there, paralyzed by his scent—the sharp tang of rain and expensive leather that triggered the icy dread of my worst nightmares. How could he accuse me of betrayal when he felt exactly like the monster who had shattered my life in that dark hotel room? "I'll sign anything," I sobbed, "just give me my kids." But the game changed when my five-year-old son hacked the tower’s security, holding the skyscraper hostage to save me. In the chaos, a fragile, silent boy—Archibald’s secret son—wandered into the room and reached for me as if I were his missing soul. Archibald’s face turned to stone as he tore up the agreement and locked the doors. "Until I find out why my son is looking at you like that," he growled, "you aren't going anywhere."

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Ember walked into a beautiful moonlit night, her heart racing with anticipation. Tonight was the night of the full moon, and the Blackwood pack would gather to celebrate.

"Tonight's the night," she whispered to herself.

Ember's senses tingled; they were on high alert. She hid behind trees because she was looked upon as an outcast in the pack. Her wolf hadn't taken place yet.

She watched as everyone shifted into their wolf form. She smelled the scent of pine and wildflowers, which filled her nostrils; she could hear the sound of howling voices echoing through the trees. The pounding of their paws could be heard; she loved this night and wished she knew how it felt to be one of them.

When they all gathered to run and hunt under the moonlight, Ember caught sight of a special someone in the crowd: Asher Blackwood, the pack's alpha. His broad shoulders and chiselled features made her heart skip a beat, but his scent was different.

Asher caught sight of her; their eyes locked.

"MATE!" they exclaimed in unison.

For almost a year, Ember had secretly crushed on Asher; she admired him from afar. Tonight, she couldn't deny the attraction she felt any longer.

Asher's wolf form was glorious: his fur shimmering black coat seemed to glow in the moonlight. It was as if his wolf instincts noticed her and responded by wagging his tail.

Ember tried to make herself invisible by hiding in the forest shrubs, but she wasn't quick enough; Asher caught up with her.

Asher transformed into his human form and spoke to her.

"Lady, why are you hiding behind the bushes?"

"Uhmm, it's none of your business, but if you must know, there's this handsome werewolf I'm hiding from."

"Oh, really? Who is he, if I may ask?"

"The alpha of the Blackwood pack, Prince Asher. He noticed me, and I got shy; even though I can't explain why I'm hiding from him."

Ember turned to face the stranger she was talking to and got the greatest shock of her life.

"Wait, why am I even telling you?"

Ember turned around to face the stranger she was talking to and got the greatest shock of her life. She was about to run, but he grabbed her and pinned her to the tree.

"Your Ember, right?"

"Yes, my Prince."

"He knows my name, but how?"

"Who doesn't know Ember, the only beautiful young lady who hasn't transformed yet?"

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