Chapter 124: The Alpha’s Mate Is Carrying His Pup... and They Want Her Dead

Please... let it be nothing serious.

Brandon’s jaw tightened, his chest pulling tight as unease crept in. His fingers curled slightly at his side before he forced them still.

I won’t handle it... not if it’s her.

"What’s in the test result?" he asked, voice steady...too steady, bracing for whatever answer was coming.

"She is pregnant," he said, confirming his suspicion. A cold chill ran down his spine as the words settled in.

He turned slowly and looked at his mate. Their eyes met, and she tilted her head slightly in silent question. He understood the gesture immediately and gave her an all-is-well stare, reassuring her without words. She held his gaze for a moment, then turned back and continued speaking with her moonally.

A surge of excitement rose in him so strongly he almost gave himself away, but he quickly composed himself, masking the urge to jump with joy behind a calm exterior.

"Alright, thank you, Healer Benjamin," he said, nodding slightly as he spoke.

"You are welcome," he replied, before ending the call with a soft click.

He looked at his mate again, a wave of awe washing over him at the thought that her belly now carried their pup. He couldn’t find enough words to thank her for such a gift, such a sacrifice. Knowing they were soon going to welcome a pup born of love...a union of two souls...sent a shiver of emotion through his wolf, and his eyes narrowed unconsciously as the weight of it settled deep within him.

Ken looked at his sibling and then back at Brandon, sensing the shift in his energy.

"BO... you’re scaring me." Ken’s brows pulled together as he leaned forward slightly, searching his face.

A brief pause.

"What is it?"

"My Moonheart is pregnant," he said in a calm, almost peaceful tone, though an unconscious smile curved his lips. I can’t believe it... this is real, he thought, warmth flooding through him. "I will soon be a father... wow."

"Wow! Congrats!" he said with a smile, glancing toward his sibling.

She immediately sensed something was off and began walking toward them. Brooklyn followed close behind.

The moment they reached, Brooklyn sat beside Ken and leaned against his shoulder, settling in comfortably.

Emma, meanwhile, remained firmly seated on Brandon’s lap.

"What is wrong with both of you? Why are you staring at us?" She asked. He held her gaze, something softer settling in his eyes.

Slowly, he slipped his hand beneath her top, his touch warm and careful as his palm came to rest against her belly.

His thumb moved slightly...almost unconsciously...like he was grounding himself in the reality of it.

Our pup...

"Oh, my Goddess! Brooklyn figured it out immediately and screamed.

Emma lets out a soft, broken laugh...then suddenly she’s crying.

Her fingers fly to her lips, as if she can hold it in, but the tears keep coming anyway. Her shoulders tremble, breath uneven, caught somewhere between laughter and disbelief.

"I... I can’t believe this..." she whispers, voice shaking.

She looks up at him through blurred vision, searching his face as if she needs to be sure this is real. Another shaky laugh slips out, quieter this time.

This is real... it’s really happening...

For a moment, she just stays there...caught between joy and something deeper, something she hadn’t even realized she’d been holding inside.

Brandon gently guided her head to rest against his chest, moving with a careful tenderness as if she were something precious he might break. An overwhelming urge to spoil and protect her settled over him, steady and consuming. He leaned back into the chair, adjusting her comfortably against him, making sure she was fully supported in his arms.

Her posture carried a mix of excitement and fear, her emotions still unsteady, and he didn’t blame her. It was her first time, and she didn’t yet know what to expect.

"We are going to take this nine-moon journey together," he assured her, fondling her hair. She nodded as though it was the most amazing thing she had ever heard.

She looked up at him, her eyes softening as his words settled deep within her. A small, almost disbelieving smile formed on her lips as she reached for his hand.

"Then I’ll hold you to that," Emma said gently. "No matter how long it takes... I want us in every part of this journey together."

"You already are my journey, Moonheart...everything else just moves with you," he said softly, his gaze steady on her. A faint smile tugged at his lips as he added, "And try leaving me out of it... I’ll just follow you anyway."

They both giggled softly, the tension melting into something warm and intimate between them.

"I can’t wait to play with my nephew," Ken said loudly.

"And I can’t wait to carry mine," Brooklyn added with a bright smile, and Ken pulled her into an affectionate hug and they giggled.

"Who is there?" Brooklyn asked, pointing toward a window that had been shut forcefully.

Emma lifted her head, followed the direction of her finger with a brief glance, then quietly settled back against Brandon’s chest. A few seconds later, she managed to speak.

"The Alpha’s fated bride is around."

"What is she doing here, and why did you guys even allow her in?" Brooklyn said, pointing toward Lunara’s chamber, her tone sharp with concern.

She ignored Brooklyn and slipped her hand into the pocket of her denim when a notification came in. Brandon had never known she installed a voice monitor in some of the chambers. She tapped the alert, and instantly, Lunara’s voice blared out...yelling like a raging she-wolf.

"Father, did you hear what I just said? The whorė is pregnant! She is pregnant with my mate!" Lunara’s voice came through, trembling with rage and disbelief, her emotions spiraling between fury and desperation as she struggled to keep control.

"Lunara, calm down." His voice came slower this time...measured.

A brief silence followed, like he was choosing his words carefully.

"It will be handled... after the meeting."

She exhaled sharply, pacing. "You said that before."

Another pause. Then...

"I made a different arrangement this time," he said quietly. "One that doesn’t fail."

For a split second, even he didn’t sound completely certain.

"Father, I’m counting on you. If you help me get rid of this clown, I’m going to make you one of the most important wolves in this kingdom. You will be the next High Fang Regent," Lunara said, her voice steady but laced with desperation she tried hard to hide. If this fails again... I can’t afford another humiliation, she thought, forcing confidence into her tone.

"I trust you, moonpup," he replied, though a flicker of uncertainty crossed his mind. She’s too emotional... but power is power, he reasoned silently, choosing ambition over hesitation.

"How is mother?" she asked after a few seconds, her voice softening as she sniffed lightly, pretending it was just emotion rather than anxiety tightening her chest.

"Your mother is fine," he answered simply, though he wondered if that was enough reassurance for her unstable mood. She’s slipping between rage and vulnerability too quickly, he noted inwardly.

"When are Mrs. Nazar and Mrs. Yoone coming?" she pressed, trying to regain control of the conversation. Everything has to be aligned... I can’t miss any detail, she reminded herself.

"On Friday."

"And the he-wolves?"

"Saturday moonrise," he replied, his tone firm, though a faint tension lingered beneath his certainty.

"Alright," she said at last, exhaling slowly, as if trying to steady the storm inside her before it broke loose again.

"Moonpup, just relax and enjoy yourself; I have your back. I won’t let any idîot steal your crown. At least not while I’m alive," he said, his voice firm, though a quiet pressure lingered beneath it...as if he was trying to convince both her and himself of his certainty. I must not fail her... not now, he thought, steadying his resolve.

"Okay, father," she mumbled, her voice small as she sniffed again, struggling to hold herself together while a storm of emotions brewed beneath her calm exterior.

The voice recorder they heard left them totally dumbfounded. No one said anything. Emma simply relaxed her head on his chest. She looked so unbothered, she probably knew Brandon wouldn’t let anything happen to her and his unborn pup.

"Send her out of the estate first thing tomorrow at moonrise," Ken said, his tone measured, though a faint unease lingered beneath his authority. This has to be handled carefully... no space for mistakes, he thought, keeping his expression steady. Brandon went still.

Then slowly, he stood.

"She leaves this Moonfall."

The words came quiet...but final.

A dangerous smile followed, slow and deliberate., anger and excitement mixing in a dangerous rush. Finally... I won’t let her linger any longer than necessary, he thought, his control thinning as his guards quickly moved after him.

"Hey, Maxwell! Get a car ready," he ordered sharply, turning to one of the drivers seated a few steps away, his voice firm but still carrying the weight of restrained emotion as he prepared to act.