Page 24 of Surprise Baby for My Fated Alpha

Luna took a shaky breath, her eyes clouded with fear. “They’re planning an attack, soon. They want to weaken you before they strike. Someone close to you is helping them but I couldn’t see who it was.”

I sat up fully, my mind racing. “How soon?”

“I don’t know,” she admitted, frustration flashing across her face. “But it felt close. They’re gathering strength, Orion.”

I pulled her close, wrapping my arms around her. Her body trembled slightly, still shaken from the vision, but she leaned into me, her head resting against my chest.

“I think its best I go for a walk or maybe read a book to distract myself” Luna said, as she stood up from the bed.

“Yeah … uh … there are some books in the study. It’s just down the hallway. Do you want me to come with you?”

“Nah … its fine … I just want to be alone for a while.”

When Luna left the room, I decided to take some time to do a little research on where Marcosias could be, but my mind kept on drifting to her vision.

“Who could be the person betraying me? Who would want my downfall so bad as to team up with my enemy?” I whispered, as I sat on the bed.

It’d been almost an hour since Luna left the room. Just when I was about to go meet her in the study, she barged in, holding a book in her hand.

“What is this, Orion?” she asked, with a tight voice.

Chapter 9

Luna

Thirty minutes earlier …

The study was the one place where I felt like I could escape—at least for a while. I needed to be alone, to breathe, to make sense of everything. Orion was always so calm, so composed, but I felt like I was unraveling.

I ran my fingers over the old books on the shelves, looking for something, anything, to distract me. Titles of ancient texts, clan histories, and werewolf lore filled the shelves. I tried not to think too much, just letting the feel of the books calm my mind. But it was impossible to ignore the gnawing anxiety in the back of my mind.

After a few minutes of aimless searching, I pulled out a random book. It was some historical account—something dry that Ididn’t have the energy to read right now. I was about to put it back when something caught my eye.

Behind the book, almost hidden, was another one. Its cover was dark, weathered, and the leather binding was cracked with age. The spine had no title, just a faint, worn engraving I couldn’t make out. Curiosity flickered in me. Why was it tucked away like this, hidden behind another book?

Without thinking, I carefully pulled it from its hiding place, dust rising as I did. The air felt heavier suddenly, like the room was holding its breath.

I opened the cover, and the ancient pages creaked softly. The ink was faded, the language old, but I could read it. I could feel it. As my eyes scanned the first few lines, my heart began to race.

"In the hour of discord, when the lifeblood of the pack doth wither and fade, there shall rise a seer of fearsome might … Bound by fate to the Alpha, sovereign of wolves, they shall stand against the darkness that thirsts for the ruin of all. Shadows shall creep and devour, yet their bond—unyielding, forged in the fire of blood—shall be their lone shield. Fate shall guide their steps, yet the road before them is fraught with treachery, death, and horrors unseen. Should they falter, the balance shall crumble, and the world shall descend into eternal night."

My hands were trembling. “This isn't just some random prophecy,” I whispered, barely able to breathe. “It's us. Me. Orion. The seer … the Alpha ...”

The words blurred on the page as the weight of it all crashed down on me. I stumbled back, sinking into the nearest chair, clutching the book tightly.

"How long has this been here?" I muttered, my voice shaking. "Did Orion know about this? Did he hide it from me?"

I turned another page, the text revealing more cryptic details—visions, betrayal, and bloodshed. The more I read, the more it all lined up with the visions I’d been having. The dark shadows that haunted my dreams, the traitors in Orion’s clan, the looming threat of the rival pack. It wasn’t just my imagination. It was real.

I ran a hand through my hair, my pulse pounding in my ears. I should have put the book down, but I couldn’t. It felt like it was pulling me deeper into its story, revealing things I wasn’t sure I wanted to know. But I couldn’t stop.

The prophecy spoke of a bond stronger than any the world had ever seen, one that would be tested beyond measure. It described visions—my visions—and hinted at a darkness that was coming for us. For the pack, and Orion.

I swallowed hard, feeling the weight of it all crash down on me. This prophecy wasn’t just a legend. It was happening.

I had to tell Orion, but my mind was a whirlwind of questions.

Why hasn’t he told me? Did he even know? Or has this been hidden from both of us? Come on … this is his estate. I’m sure he knows about this,I thought.

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