Alpha's Lost Luna Returns With His Twins

Iris:

One moment I was intimate with my husband on the kitchen counter. The next, he shoved me into the pantry to hide me from his ex.

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"My Alpha, promise me you’ll never cheat on me?" I asked playfully, feeling his arms around me and his lips brushing my neck.

"I won’t. But if I ever did, you’d have the right to leave me and let me suffer the loss," he murmured, kissing my earlobe and making me shiver.

"How am I supposed to cook breakfast with your hands everywhere?" I teased, wriggling in his arms.

Never had mornings been so beautiful until Kash came into my life. Our arranged marriage began when we discovered our mate bond at my eighteenth birthday. Our marriage didn’t begin like most.

"I can’t get enough of you. Once my family returns tomorrow, I won’t be free to show my affection so openly," he murmured, tugging at my strap and whispering against my skin.

I giggled, struggling to focus on the spatula in my hand and the pancake sizzling in the pan.

His hands slid to the front, lifting my dress and slipping beneath it. I closed my eyes, tilting my neck back against his shoulder. I lost all thought of the pancakes. I lost hold of the spatula when his hands slipped under my bra. His touch burned like fire against dry wood.

"Uhmm!" A soft moan escaped my lips as I turned to face him. Silence filled the kitchen as our hungry eyes locked until he lunged at me, kissing me fiercely. My fingers dug into the counter’s edge as he lifted me and placed me on top.

As the kiss deepened, my legs wrapped around his waist. He tugged off my panties, tossing them onto the ground as we kissed like we’d been starving for years.

However, the once-beautiful atmosphere shifted when someone’s voice echoed through the mansion.

"Darling!"

Both Kash and I froze for a moment as the click of her heels grew louder with every step toward the kitchen.

I felt my husband’s hands freeze, as if even his heartbeat had stopped. Before I could speak, I caught the fear in his eyes, not of me, but of the intruder.

He suddenly gripped my waist and pulled me off the counter. I landed on my feet, barely keeping my balance.

"What’s going on, Kash? Who is it?I asked, but he didn’t respond.

"Savannah? Shit!" he cursed, spitting out the name of the woman in our mansion.

Savannah?

Her name had surfaced many times in our home. She was his first true love. She had been the third thread in our marriage, one I thought was finally severed. He had insisted she was out of our lives.

But today–there she was, again.

They’d ended things a month before our wedding, why return a year later?

His hands clamped down on my shoulders, steering me out of the way.

"Why is she here, Kash?" I demanded, baffled by his sudden coldness that made me feel so small.

His hands pressed hard against me, a reminder of how massive he was and how delicate I seemed beside him. He was a good 6 feet 7 inches tall powerful alpha king and I was barely 5 feet 5.

When he pushed me, I couldn’t hold steady. With one hard shove, he sent me stumbling into the small pantry.

I struck a shelf as I stumbled inside and quickly turned to see what was happening.

My husband stood at the door, all color gone from his face. He noticed the red panties on the ground and kicked them toward me, sliding until they brushed against my legs.

Without another word, he slammed the door shut and locked it behind me.

I was frozen, unable to react at the moment. Darkness swallowed me as I pressed against the shelves, trembling in shock.

"Baby, what are you doing here?" I heard my husband speak so softly, more lovingly than he should to his ex.

"I came for you. So you weren’t lying. You really did kick her out of your mansion and your life," she replied, referring to me.

Tears welled in my eyes as realization slowly sank in.

"She’s staying in the guestroom now," Kash replied with a sly tone, and I lifted a hand to my forehead in disbelief.

"Just divorce her already so we can finally marry. I can’t bear a single day without you," her voice turned low and tempting. Were they near each other? Touching each other too? A flood of questions consumed me.

I pressed my hands to my ears, but the sound of my heartbeat filled me. It was the same heartbeat that once belonged to my husband, now beating in pain for me.

I didn’t deserve this.

"I will do it later. Right now, I just want you. I’ve missed you more than anything," Kash whispered, his tone dripping with tenderness.

Those words destroyed me.

"Let’s take this to the bedroom," she purred. her tone dripping with seduction. Then came her laugh, and I realized he was carrying her, his lone footsteps moving away proved it.

The saddest part was that what he had started in the kitchen with me, he would finish with his mistress in our bedroom, while I remained forgotten, locked in the pantry.

I ran to the pantry door, only to find it locked. I rattled the door, knowing damn well I couldn’t open it, and then slowly, steadily slid to the floor, hugging my knees as I sobbed.

I stayed in that pantry for hours, while he was busy in our bedroom with his mistress.

At last, frantic footsteps echoed in the kitchen, and I realized he had remembered, remembered the wife he had locked in the pantry.

As soon as the door opened, I tilted my head and slowly lifted my eyes to meet his.

Tears filled my eyes, but his remained empty, cold.

"I’m so sorry! I forgot you were in here," he said. "Let me help you up."

He extended his hand toward me. I stared at it for a few seconds. Then I stood up and walked past him, exiting the pantry, while still looking at him.

"I need an explanation for your betrayal," I whispered, staring at the burnt pancakes. The day had slipped by while I was hidden away, treated like nothing.

"I’m sorry you had to find out like that," he admitted, not pleading, not explaining. "I cannot live without her."

"What about me?" I whispered, my voice cracking. Had I not seen them today, would he have ever told me? Would I have just been tossed aside one day out of the blue?

"You will stay my wife, but—" He hesitated as I nodded slightly.

"But she will share the bedroom, and I will stay in the guestroom, just as you told her,"I said, laughing bitterly at my own foolishness for believing I could have a happy ending.

"If you truly love and trust me, you’ll accept this," he murmured, glancing at a new text on his phone.

That’s when I noticed he was fully dressed, showered, and ready to leave.

"You’re going out with her, aren’t you?" I asked, eyes wide with shock and confusion. It seemed like she left and he took his time getting ready before unlocking the pantry door for me.

"I’ve said all I need to. You’ll be taken care of. If you loved me, you wouldn’t question me." he finished, not looking up from his phone as he recorded an audio message for her.

"I’m coming, babe. Wrapping up some office work," he said, sending the message. He finally looked up, making eye contact with me.

"Did you ever even love me, Kash?" I asked, my voice trembling, pain heavy in my chest.

"I did. That’s why you’re standing here and I’m not rejecting you. "I’m an Alpha King of North, I can take care of two mates," he said, unaware of the pain and tears in my eyes.

"Please take your things to the guest room," he said, attempting to pass me.

"If you leave now—if you go to her tonight, Kash—this will be the —end of us," I shouted, my voice trembling.

He paused briefly but didn’t turn back. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

"It’s your choice now. If you walk out, I’m gone for good," I hissed, fists clenched, swallowing my pride one last time.

However, he said nothing and continued walking out of the mansion, delivering his decision in silence so heavy it suffocated me.

My throat closed up. I bolted to the guest room bathroom, retching into the sink as a dark realization dawned.

"Am I pregnant?"