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Story: King Luna (My Shy Alpha #3)
O nly two hours later, I cover my mouth over the toilet, my body shaking. I’m struggling to keep my dinner down between “morning” sickness and anxiety, fighting as hard as I can not to vomit: I know if I do, I could pass out during the fight. I’m already lightheaded enough, and I need every last bit of nutrients I can get with how rapidly Little Wolf seems to be growing.
With the death glares we’ve been getting from Alpha-domination cultists all evening, I need to look ready to be the Queen Luna, not like a puking mess. But when all I can see is Matthew slashing into Reid last night, I’m struggling to slow my raging heartbeat.
I step back from the toilet, plastering my quivering body against the bathroom wall as I steady my breath.
Okay, I don't think I'll throw up after all. Hopefully it'll be safe to change into tonight’s outfit now.
My mind blurs as I go through the motions, hoping I look acceptable enough with what energy I can afford to expend. Noah tries his best to help sort me out, braiding the last bit of my hair in case I need to hold it back.
I head to the field on shaky knees.
Despite Noah’s confidence in tonight’s competition, my stomach won’t stop flipping, forcing me to empty its contents just outside the field.
Pinning my braid behind my head, I cough into the bushes, guilt crushing me into another bout of nausea. My body shakes and sweats until it’s sure I’m empty. “Ugh, fuck... ”
“Oh, Goddess, my poor Luna...” Noah kisses my clammy forehead as my head spins. He holds me tight to his chest, his heartbeat against my ear like a grounding drum. Closing my eyes, I listen in, counting each pulse until my breath settles.
As soon as the world stops spinning, Noah guides me to the nearest bench. “Rest for me, Luna. I’ll get a medic to help you.”
I sigh, waving him off. “No, I’ll ask Annika when she meets me here. You need to focus—”
“ You are my priority.” Teal, focused eyes capture my gaze. I stare back, speechless.
Noah flags down a medic without an ounce of uncertainty.
His confidence has skyrocketed. This isn’t what I was expecting at all. He’s assertive, calm, and focused, his back straight and shoulders at ease.
But I don’t smell only Alpha musk. I smell his spicy cinnamon sweetness everywhere, soothing my rocky stomach.
He smells like an Alpha-Omega.
Noah’s Omega side is here to compete today—out in the open. The thought flips my heart, tempting me to hope for the best outcome.
I just can’t shake what I also know to be true; dangerous men like Matthew will strike without mercy, especially once they smell him. Like I warned our allies, men like Steven don’t have rules.
Annika rushes over, the front of her dress covered by a wrapped, white fabric I can't seem to figure out.
“Sorry, um... A small fistfight broke out on the sidelines, and Viktor had a lapse of judgment and overestimated an Alpha-dom cultist's strength. He may have—um—knocked out another rude Alpha. All medics are occupied.”
Noah rubs his temples. “Shit...”
Annika laughs sheepishly, her shoulders raising. “Yeah, I’m sorry, but... Hi, Luna. Can I help, somehow?”
The second I see her cautious, fearful face, reminding me of the danger ahead, my heart rate spikes, and I gag again. Thankfully, all that’s left is air.
Annika stabilizes me as I reel over the bushes, groaning. “Oh, Goddess, someone needs to get you some wolf-strength tinctures for nausea! Let me mindlink them.”
I shake my head, clinging to her arm. “Pregnancy made me hate that herb’s smell, so I always puke the second it's in front of my nose.”
Annika’s eyes brighten. “Ah, wait! I have an idea—”
At first I think she’s turning to leave, but she untucks the wrapped fabric from her dress, propping up something heavy behind her.
Annika beams. “I know how to soothe both an Alpha and an Omega!”
She wasn't wearing a wrap; a tuft of tight brown curls poking out of her fabric bundle tells me she’s actually carrying a little sleeping wolf.
Gripping my heart as it throbs with delight, I let out an uncontrollable coo. “Oh, Goddess, Anni, you brought your youngest! He’s beautiful .”
Annika shuffles his sleeping body from her back to her chest, giving me a better view of her pup’s sleepy, squishy face. Her infant stays sound asleep through all of it, so cozy that his quiet purr only intensifies as she repositions him against her chest.
“This is my little Omega boy, Markus. He’s almost seven months old, but still such a sleepyhead.” Annika giggles with pride as I gaze at him, my heart exploding with affection.
“Oh, what a sweetheart. I’m so happy for you and Vik.”
She beams. “Would you like to hold him, Luna? Here—”
The instant Annika plops Markus’s warm body into my arms, a rush of doting hormones ooze from me.
“Oh, Goddess—” I swallow hard, not having held a Lycan baby since Noah got me pregnant. Markus is extra warm, and just like Noah’s sleepy wolf—loose and unbothered, no matter what happens around him.
But as Markus settles against my chest, I’m startled as his eyes open—not only because they’re a gorgeous, deep brown, but because for the first time, I feel a light fluttering in my stomach.
Shifting Markus to one arm, I gasp, gripping my belly. Was that just my upset stomach? But no, it’s there once more: a delicate pittering stirring within me.
“What? What is it?” Noah zips to my side, his eyes racing over my form.
I gape at Annika as Markus stirs, nestling himself closer to me with gentle purrs. Yet again, I feel the same, featherlight sensations in my stomach.
“M-maybe it’s a gas bubble in there, but—” My eyes widen as I stare at Noah, his eyebrows shooting up his forehead as the biggest smile forms. “Noah, I— I think I just felt—”
Placing his hands over my belly, Noah gazes into my eyes, holding his breath with me. But as that fluttering sensation stirs within me again, I grip Noah’s arm, releasing a trembling exhale.
“Did you feel that?” I whisper.
Smiling up to his eyes, Noah drops his forehead against mine. “Not yet. But I felt every second of your emotions with you through it, and it’s beautiful enough to make me cry.”
Sure enough, Noah’s eyes spill over despite his vivid grin. I laugh, swiping him free of tears as I shake my head. “Oh, Goddess , I can’t believe this, Noah. It didn’t feel like gas, it felt like—” Looking back up from my belly, I do a double-take at Noah’s shining, elated eyes above me. I burst into giddy laughter at his rapt attention. “My sweet, curious, Alpha. It felt a bit like this...”
Placing my free hand on his abdomen, I cover his skin in light, fluttering taps with my fingertips. Noah’s grin widens.
“Oh, Aliya , that’s—” His eyes close as he holds my stomach. “I can’t believe how beautiful your excitement feels in our bond.”
My heart twirls, bringing joyous tears to my eyes.
But Markus coos in my arms, wriggling. When I look to Annika for her response, I’m surprised to find her overflowing with smiling tears. “Goddess, that was so, so sweet. Let me take him so you can continue to enjoy the moment.”
Annika scoops her slim hands beneath Markus’s bundled body. But Markus releases a shrill cry, refusing to return to his mother—snuggling back up to me with tight grips of my dress instead.
Annika’s eyes widen with a touch of hurt. “He’s never—”
But as our pup stirs in my belly once more, I blink, still in disbelief.
Except when Markus lets out another pleased coo, I’m stunned further; his timing fell almost perfectly in line with Little Wolf’s fluttering.
I cup Markus’s sweet head, my heart flipping. “Wait, Luna... Do you think Markus can sense I’m carrying another little wolf?”
Annika breaks into the widest grin I’ve seen on her yet. “Oh, my goodness, wait, you’re right! It’s on the verge of a fairytale, but I’ve heard stories of pups sensing other pups in the womb, especially if they’re destined to know each other. Do you think that may be the case with our little ones?”
My stomach flips. But meeting Noah’s eyes, I sputter out a laugh; he’s speechless, his stare darting between my belly and the baby in my arms.
Not ready for that, Noah mindlinks.
All I can do is laugh, shaking my head. “I have no idea, Anni. This is all so surreal.”
Shaking, I skate my nose across Markus’s squishy cheek, allowing myself to rub soothing pheromones over the pup’s head. Could I be holding a special pup to Little Wolf?
My heart flips. Noah’s right; that’s thinking way too far ahead of ourselves. Only Little Wolf can tell us the answer, once they grow up.
Markus gives me a satisfied, sleepy coo, and my lip wobbles with fresh tears at how innocent his happy scent smells. He’s so pure, existing simply to love, and be loved. Is this what Little Wolf will smell like too?
I gasp, tilting my chin to the sky. “Oh, no— My tears are going to drip on him—”
Noah’s sleeve comes to the rescue. His breathy chuckle stirs warmth in my heart. When I look up at him blotting my tears, I melt at his red, weepy eyes.
This is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my life. I can only imagine what you’ll look like, holding our pup.
“Oh, Noah—” I laugh. “You’re making it harder to stop crying.”
Noah lets out a wet laugh, swiping his tears away.
Annika rubs my arm, beaming at us. “Look at you, mama. You’re definitely part Omega.”
Before I can respond, she releases a rush of sweet, delicious scent that makes my eyelids flutter. My shoulders relax, tension falling away with every inhale.
“There you go. That’s some Omega scent to soothe your Alpha self too.” Annika giggles as I purr uncontrollably, smashing my head into my mate’s chest. “You feel good now, don’t you?”
I bite back a smile, stroking Markus’s fuzzy, dark brown curls as he nuzzles against me. “Yes. Enough to distract me from what’s scaring me shitless all morning.”
Annika laughs, rubbing my arm. “Trust me, I understand. Let’s go find our lovely Waimārie and sit on the sidelines together.”
I sigh. “Okay.”
At the edge of the field, Noah separates from me with a kiss. “I'm keeping this short because I want it to be a ‘be right back’ for you and not a goodbye. That's all it is, okay?”
Swallowing hard, I nod. “Okay. I love you.”
“I love you too, gorgeous Luna. You look so cute with that pup in your arms.”
I can’t smile; my heart aches as we separate, Noah's soft smile peeking over his shoulder as he crosses the field.
It's even worse on the sidelines, knowing I have to return the happy baby in my arms. I try not to show it, giving Annika a warm smile. “Thank you so much for your help, Luna. Markus is such a sweetheart that it’s hard to let go of him.”
“Oh, mama, you can keep holding him! Actually, I want you to.”
My heart flips. “What? Are you sure that’ll feel okay for your wolf while you’re under so much stress during Viktor’s fight too?”
“Yes, actually. I trust you to protect him as well as I can. Probably even better with your tough Alpha side. Which reminds me, Luna—” Annika presses to my side, speaking as low as she can. “I want you to know that I trust you, in general. That if you do become my Queen Luna, I’ll protect you just like you’ve protected and honored me. You’re a true ally, mama.”
Too touched for words, I nuzzle Annika’s head on instinct.
I’m surprised by how much she purrs in reaction, inspiring a fresh smile despite my anxiety. Wolves really do love affection.
Including me. I rarely used to touch anyone, but my body feels so content now despite puking my guts out a bit ago. Annika knew exactly what I needed, just like a mother wolf.
“I want to be just like you for our baby,” I whisper.
Annika squeezes my hand, her chin dropping to her chest. “Oh, Luna. That’s too sweet.”
As we join Waimārie and Tāne relaxing on the sidelines, I attempt to share their warm greeting. But as Waimārie and Annika huddle on either side of me, whispering soft reassurances, I track every Alpha in the vicinity, watching for who supports Matthew the loudest.
They must be watching me too; I can’t seem to track who does what, most wolves keeping their voices hushed and remaining as far as they can from Noah and me—likely anticipating our wolf hearing to be above average too.
Johannes gives his official announcement for the second round of battles in the semi-finals, pairing Matthew with Noah, as expected. Viktor will face off against the Thailand Alpha afterward, leaving the Brazil Alpha to battle whoever wins Viktor’s round.
With that, the top five Alphas strip, preparing to shift into their wolves. As the rest of the Alpha Summit wolves erupt into howls, Noah finally glances at me, his chest bare.
His cool, collected demeanor is nothing like his emotions in our bond, boiling with excitement. I love you, okay? It’s going to be okay.
I stand, rocking the little Omega in my arms. Listen to me for a second, Noah.
He eyes me in acknowledgment, forcing Johannes to wait to start the battle as Noah slowly peels off the last of his ceremonial gear.
My heart hammers; I’m not sure what he’ll think of this, but I have to try.
Your Omega is powerful too, I mindlink. I don’t think your power is sectioned off into just your Alpha side. Your Omega has faced everything head-on, no matter who attacks him. He's brave, he's beautifully vulnerable, and I'm so proud of him. Let him show everyone he’s someone to be proud of too.
Noah doesn’t say anything, but when he launches himself into his wolf form in a swift jump, electricity charges every black paw.
Don’t worry, Luna. You’ve inspired me since the day we met. Whether it’s this year or next, I’m going to be the first King Alpha-Omega, just like you’re our first hybrid Luna.
My breath hitches, and Noah’s wolf bounds across the field, teasing the crowd as they dash away from him. I have to laugh.
And just like you transformed our pack for the better, we'll all be better wolves for it if we rule the global pack. They’ll be lucky to have you as their Queen Luna, and the first Omega-Alpha to do so, Noah says.
As my mate approaches Matthew’s nude, human form, my heart pounds into my throat so heavily that I can't swallow.
When Matthew shifts, I feel even sicker; Noah’s black wolf is only marginally larger than Matthew’s stormy-brown wolf. If this is the strongest Alpha-domination pack leader we know of, I have a terrible feeling about the damage he could accomplish if Mason follows through with my ambush theory.
The second Johannes announces the start of the fight, Matthew’s paddle-like paw swipes for Noah.
But my mate is already leaping, punting Matthew into the dirt with a vicious snarl. He clamps his jaws over Matthew's snout and body-slams him, preventing the Alpha from wriggling free.
They're not going to touch us this time, Luna. None of them.
My heart speeds into a sprint, my wolf pacing faster in our bond as Noah’s fury riles me up.
In him, I see the defender I needed when Steven broke down my door to get his hands on me.
Hot, angry tears stream down my cheeks as Noah’s claws hold no mercy, pinning the whining Alpha to the ground.
But despite having no chance, Matthew bites back. I can read the cultist's intentions from here: there's no compassion behind his angry, batting paws.
Matthew is driven by the belief that he's owed more than Omegas are—a belief Noah shatters by existing. He hates Noah. Not just for who he is, but what his life stands for.
Shit, Noah was right. It’s not just about winning the King title anymore.
I know how this story goes. If we let them get any stronger, they’ll hurt more wolves than just Omegas.
No one we know will be left unharmed.
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