Alpha's Secret Bride-Chapter 102: The Pup They Took, The Truth She Hid

Locating Ashley’s pack was not difficult for her because all the cabs knew the high fang regent’s pack house. However, entering just his private road was as impossible as waking a dead wolf.

She was chased away like a common beggar the first day she came around the private road. No wolf listened to her, and she couldn’t tell them she was carrying his five moons old pup in her womb. She didn’t want to tarnish his image, and none of them would have believed her anyway.

She lodged in a small resting den and continued hanging around, hoping to see him or Ken one day, but she never saw any of them. She continued bothering his security personnel that were safeguarding the private road, but she was not allowed to go beyond the entrance of the road. She gave up after one full moon of trying.

She was already out of cash, and she couldn’t pay for the resting den again. Her thirty-day Visa had also expired, and she automatically became a Luna Wanderer. Her pregnancy was six moons long, and she hadn’t seen a pack healer or visited a healing den.

She went to a howlclub that was around the resting den where she previously lodged and talked to one of the popular dancers. She took her in. Her pack house was just a one-chamber apartment, but she accommodated her because of her condition. She also helped her secure a cleaning job in the howlclub.

The howlclub owner did not allow her to work extra hours due to her condition, and the silver she made daily was not enough for feeding. She couldn’t save up enough silver for moon care bills. When she finally saved up, none of the healing den she went to accepted cash from her. They all demanded her credit talisman, and she did not have a valid identity card to open a bank account.

She was in her last trimester when she met a couple in the howlclub. She was tired after working for the day. A she-wolf walked up to her and stood in front of her.

"Hi," she smiled and waved at her. She waved back with a fake smile.

"I’m Theresa."

"I’m Emily."

"We just got mated," she said, pointing at her mate. She looked in the direction she pointed and waved at a young he-wolf that was looking at them.

"Would you mind if I joined you?" She asked. Emily shook her head. She smiled and sat down.

"You look worried."

"I’m fine," she responded.

"Alright! My mate and I would like to know the healing den you are using because we will be trying for a pup soon. How is your pack healer? Is he kind?"

"I haven’t seen a healer nor received any moon care yet."

"What?" She screamed and stared at her pup bump.

"You are in your last trimester!"

"Yes"

"What happened?"

"I don’t have a credit talisman."

"Oh.. that’s not a problem. You can walk into any bank and ask for one."

"I don’t have an identity card."

"Why? Are you a wanderer?"

"Yes"

"Oh...I get it. What about your mate? I...mean the person that is responsible for your pregnancy."

"He didn’t know I’m carrying his pup."

"You need to tell him! You are carrying another life inside you!"

"I tried but he is not accessible! His security personnel won’t let me close to his pack house."

"What? Is he a wealthy wolf?"

"He is more than that."

"Keepers of the moon seal, I guess," she smiled.

"Yes"

"Wow! Do...you think he will accept the pup?"

"He is not a bad person, so I guess he will accept us if I set my eyes on him."

"Which pack is he presiding over?"

"I’d like to keep his identity confidential. I don’t want anything that would mar his significance and kill his political career."

"I want to talk to my mate. I’ll be right back," she said and stood up. She came back to her table after arguing with her mate.

"We are going to help you, but you will promise me you will pay back as soon as you meet the father of your unborn pup."

"I’ll pay back," she assured her.

"Here is our address. Come to our pack house tomorrow moonrise; let’s go see a healer."

"Thank you very much," she smiled as she studied the address.

"You are welcome," she said and stood up.

The next moonrise, she trekked down to their pack house, which was about one hundred and twenty meters away from the one-chamber apartment she shared with Allison. Theresa had dressed already. Her mate came down and gave her a menacing look as if she asked them to help. They offered to help, which she promised his mate that she would pay back. She did not understand what that wicked look was all about.

"M...moonrise alpha," she greeted him, but he did not answer her.

"Let’s go," Theresa said with a grin.

"Who is the father of your unborn pup?" He asked, and Emily turned. She never knew that was why he was angry and couldn’t respond when she greeted him.

"I don’t want to reveal his identity until I see him."

"My mate told me he is one of the keepers of the moon seal. Is it true?"

"Yes"

"We are going to help you, but when you see him, tell him I want double of everything we spent on you! If he fails to pay me? I’ll take your pup and raise him or her as mine!" He said and climbed the stairs hurriedly.

She became afraid, and she couldn’t proceed with the arrangement. Theresa noticed her fear and gave a reassuring smile, but Emily was still afraid.

"Common! Emily, he is just joking."

"Are you sure?"

"Whether he is joking or not, you are going to pay us back, right?" She asked. Emily nodded with fear still in her eyes.

"Of course, I’ll pay you back."

"Then you have nothing to worry about. Let’s go, please," she said, and began to walk towards her car.

Her mate opened the window of his bedchamber, and a cold tremor ran through her as she lifted her gaze.

"Remember what I told you," he said, before shutting the window without another glance. She wondered why such a radiant she-wolf, with a heart so gentle, would bind herself to a dev!l. He carried no warmth, no tenderness—only cruelty and shadows. There was nothing of romance in him at all. She could not understand what Theresa saw in him; perhaps... love.

They arrived at the healing den and approached the front desk. A young she-wolf studied her for a moment, as though sensing she was the one seeking a healer.

"Have you been using this facility?"

"No," she responded.

"Alright," the she-wolf said, pulling out a fresh folder. "May I have your credit talisman?"

Theresa handed over her card, and it was placed upon the desk.

"Please sit. I will call you once the healer is ready," the she-wolf instructed, already accessing Theresa’s personal records.

"Theresa Greens," the front-desk she-wolf called after a few moments. Emily turned toward Theresa.

"She is calling you," Theresa said in a low tone.

"That’s not my name."

"She accessed my data. If you tell her your real name, she will demand your own credit talisman."

"Yeah... you are right." She stood and followed the she-wolf, who guided her to a healer’s chamber.

"Moonrise, healer," she greeted the young healer.

He simply pointed toward the visitor’s chair without a word, his attention buried in the personal data before him.

"Theresa, how are you?" the healer asked after a few moments.

"I’m good."

"You don’t look twenty-four. You look nineteen," he said with a faint grin. For a heartbeat, she almost confessed the truth.

"I’ll take that as a compliment," she replied with a soft smile.

He proceeded with his questions, and she answered each one. Later, he examined her pup and granted her an appointment.

When the time came, she delivered safely, without complication. She looked down at her she-pup’s birth scroll—Theresa’s name etched upon it. She silently vowed to change it once she found her father. In her heart, she was grateful to Theresa for the sacrifice.

After a full moon had passed, she resumed her duties, still searching for Ashley, yet the story remained unchanged. She caught glimpses of him through the vision hearth on several occasions, longing for a way to reach him.

Daniel did not cease his torment. Wherever she went, he followed like a lingering shadow. After two winters of relentless pressure, he finally invited Emily and her pup to his pack house. She dressed her pup and headed to the Greens’ pack house.

They sat within the sitting chamber, speaking of silver, when the Pack Border Wardens entered. Daniel stepped forward and took the pup from Emily’s arms.

"I hope you enjoyed your time with her," he said with a grin. She remembered his earlier words, the moment his mate had accompanied her to the healing den, and rose at once.

"Can I see your documents, wolf?" one of the Pack Border Wardens asked.

"Daniel, please don’t do this," she pleaded, her voice trembling. "I will pay you every single dime!"

"I don’t know what you’re talking about."

"Wolf, please come with us."

"Give me my pup!" she cried.

"She is also a kidnapper," Daniel said.

"Whose child is she?"

"Look at her face—she is my pup!"

"Calm down, wolf. I need proof."

"I don’t have any proof except her birth cert...," she paused, her eyes widening as realization struck. "Oh... my moon goddess!"

Theresa emerged then, avoiding Emily’s gaze.

"She is my pup," she declared without looking at her.

"Theresa!"

"Do you have proof?"

She presented her identity talisman along with the pup’s birth scroll. Then she recalled using Theresa’s credit talisman at the healing den—how her name had been imprinted upon the birth certificate. She had intended to correct it once she met the pup’s father...

"What is your pup’s name?"

"Emma," she replied.

"And your name?"

"Emily Hale."

The wardens returned the documents to Theresa and respectfully asked her to accompany them. Emily hesitated—her fear flared into aggression—and in response, they restrained her with silver cuffs. Emma’s scream pierced the chamber, shattering her heart. She fell to her knees, broken.

"Daniel, please! Don’t do this! I will pay you!"

She was dragged away, her protests echoing as she unleashed every threat she could summon against Daniel and his mate—words that would later be used against her.

After fifty-eight hours, she found herself in Belarus. Her sanity unraveled, and she wandered the streets like a lost, broken wolf, trying to carry every young pup she encountered.

A non-clan organization intervened, bringing her to a healing den where she received proper care. They even placed a two-winter-old she-wolf in her care to help ease her condition. She longed to name her Emma, but her heart refused to surrender hope. She chose a name close enough... yet distant. Theresa filled part of the void, though not entirely.

Emily remained ever watchful, certain that Daniel’s influence lingered. She continued writing letters, believing that one day, her Emma would find them.

But what she did not know... was that none of the letters never reached her. Now that she found her, neither Daniel nor Theresa were aware of the storm that was about to unfold—one that would shatter everything they believed was safe.