Marked by the Ruthless Alpha

One month ago...

Luna Cassandra and her brother in law, Arnold, lay entwined in the sheets, their bodies glistening with sweat.

"Ohh, Cassandra, you are so tight," Arnold moaned, his voice low and filled with desire.

Luna Cassandra, with a playful smile, leaned in closer and kissed him softly.

"Make me pregnant, Arnold," she whispered, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

He grins and said, "Yes, I will make you pregnant, my useless brother can't make an heir! Accept my hot seed!"

Luna Cassandra moan louder and said, "Ahh! Yes shoot all your seed to my womb!"

Arnold's breath hitched, and they both moved together, reaching a climax that left them breathless.

After a moment, Arnold slipped out of bed, wrapping a bathrobe around himself.

He lit a cigarette, the smoke curling up into the air.

Luna Cassandra sat up, pulling the sheets around her.

"Seriously, it's so irritating," she said, frustration clear in her voice.

"What is?" Arnold asked, taking a slow drag from his cigarette.

"When we try to make me pregnant, I can't. I don't understand why," she replied, her brow furrowed.

Arnold chuckled softly, a grin spreading across his face.

"Maybe because you've had so many abortions in the past," he teased, blowing out a puff of smoke.

Luna Cassandra rolled her eyes, her irritation growing.

"Don't remind me, Arnold. Alpha Andrew is so eager to have an heir, but here I am, unable to give him one, and you also know I do the abortion because I thought Alpha Andrew and I will have our own child," she said, her voice tinged with gloom.

Arnold leaned back against the wall, the smoke swirling around him.

"Don't worry, maybe after this... you could," he said, a hint of mischief in his tone.

Luna Cassandra stood up, her expression shifting from frustration to determination.

"I need to get pregnant, I can't keep disappointing him," she said, her voice firm.

Arnold watched her, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Maybe you just need to relax a little more," he suggested, raising an eyebrow.

Luna Cassandra shot him a glare.

"Relax? You think this is easy for me?" she snapped, her hands on her hips.

Arnold shrugged, still grinning, as he flicked the ash from his cigarette.

He watched Luna Cassandra closely, amusement flickering in his eyes, but his expression shifted when she stood up abruptly.

Her eyes narrowed slightly as she crossed her arms over her chest.

"I'll go first," she said, her voice icy, but with a hint of determination. "And remember, Arnold-shut your mouth. Don't tell anyone about this."

Arnold gave a nonchalant shrug, taking another long drag from his cigarette, seemingly unfazed by her words.

He didn't respond right away, his gaze drifting to the dark sky above. After a long moment, he flicked the cigarette away, letting it fall to the ground before stomping it out.

"Yeah, yeah. I got it," he muttered, his tone still laced with a playful smirk.

Luna Cassandra turned on her heel, walking away without another word. She got into her car, the engine revving as she pulled away from the spot.

Arnold didn't look back, his hands slipping into his pockets as he watched her leave, his expression unreadable.

It wasn't long before Luna Cassandra arrived back at the pack mansion, the familiar sight of the large building welcoming her. A

As she stepped through the door, she straightened her posture, immediately switching into her role as the Luna. Her expression softened, her demeanor shifting from one of resolve to one of gentle modesty.

Alpha Andrew was sitting in the living room, a book in hand, but when he saw her, his face softened with a smile.

He stood up, his arms open, and she walked straight into them, resting her head against his chest as he enveloped her in a warm hug.

"Where did you go?" Alpha Andrew asked, his voice low and steady.

Luna Cassandra lifted her head and gave him a small, almost shy smile, though the truth was far from what she was about to say.

"Well," she began, keeping her tone light, "I just went with a friend to find a good doctor. You know... to make me pregnant."

Alpha Andrew's brow furrowed slightly, though there was no anger in his eyes. He leaned down to kiss her forehead gently, his lips lingering for a moment.

"Don't force yourself, Luna," he said softly, his concern evident.

Luna Cassandra nodded, her smile never faltering, though inside she couldn't help but feel the weight of the lie she'd just told. But for now, it was necessary. She needed to keep up appearances.

Just then, the door creaked open, and Arnold walked in, his presence like an abrupt interruption to the moment.

His eyes briefly met Luna Cassandra's, but she quickly turned her gaze away, pretending not to notice him. He didn't seem to care, though, and greeted the both of them casually with a grin.

"Hey, Alpha, Luna," Arnold said, his voice carrying a tone of ease, as if he hadn't just left Luna Cassandra moments ago. "How's everything?"

Alpha Andrew looked up at Arnold, a little curious. "Where did you go?" he asked, his tone polite but probing.

Arnold's eyes flickered to Luna Cassandra for a brief moment before he gave a small, almost lazy shrug.

"Oh, my wife Regine's been feeling a bit off, so I took her for a check-up," he explained smoothly. "She's staying with her parents for a while so I thought I'd stick around here for a bit."

Luna Cassandra kept her eyes lowered, pretending to focus on the decorative vase on the shelf as she fought to keep her emotions in check.

Her stomach twisted with discomfort, but she didn't let it show. Arnold's lie hung in the air like a thick fog, but she didn't say anything.

Alpha Andrew seemed satisfied with the explanation, nodding as he returned his attention to Luna Cassandra. "Take care of your wife, Arnold. Make sure she's well."

Arnold smiled again, an almost mischievous glint in his eye. "Of course, Alpha. I always take care of my family."

Luna Cassandra bit her lip, willing herself to stay calm, and nodded as she forced herself to smile once more.

She had to maintain control-at least until she could figure out how to navigate the tangled mess that Arnold and her situation had become.