The Rejected Luna's Stolen Pups

“Good evening, Mr Harris, I’m here to see Sophia.” Ayla Thompson began with an excited smile plastered on her face.

Silas Harris stared down at the petite young lady with a look laced with disapproval, his eyes scanning her worn-out sneakers, untamed hair, and stained dress. A scowl creased his forehead, “Sophia is busy. But I'll...consider passing on your message.” He replied, his voice was low and measured, with a hint of disdain.

Ayla's smile faltered, her eyes clouding with confusion.“But Mr Harris, Sophia said she’d hang out…” She began to protest, but Silas interrupted.

“Unlike you, child! Sophia now has serious responsibilities, rather than playing with a wolfless omega－or the Moon Goddess knows whatever you are!”

Silas had never approved of Ayla and his niece’s relationship, but he had never voiced his disapproval so openly until now.

Ayla’s eyes widened, her lips parting in surprise. “Mr Harris, did I do something wrong?” she asked.

Ignoring her, he continued. “From now on, you're not permitted to see Sophia. You're not permitted to come here either. Do you understand?"

Ayla's confusion deepened as her mind went to every possible thing she had done to warrant his action. And as did, her anger began to simmer. She remembered Sophia's promise - a birthday makeover, a special treat just for her 18th birthday. But now, it seemed like a sick joke.

“Do you understand me, girl?!” Silas demanded.

“Yes sir.” She nodded, feeling a lump form in her throat. She turned to walk away, her eyes welling up with tears. As she reached the lawn, she glanced back at the house, her eyes drawn to Sophia's window. For a moment, their eyes met, and Ayla saw a hint of sadness in her gaze. But then, Sophia's eyes dropped, then she closed the curtain, shutting out her gaze.

Ayla wiped the tears forming at the corner of her eyes as she walked away from the only home she had ever known. Feeling abandoned and alone, she stormed off to the old cabin in the woods, where she and Sophia used to play. It was their secret hideout, here she and Sophia had shared countless memories. As she burst through the door, her eyes landed on the table she had excitedly set for their makeover session, the colorful makeup and beauty accessories she had spent her last money on were now a bitter reminder of Sophia’s broken promise.

In a fit of rage, she let out a scream and threw everything off the table, then she carried the table with an unfamiliar strength and sent it flying across the room.She kicked the chairs till each of them broke.

Why was she so angry? She thought, but she couldn’t stop. “It was one betrayal, just one. She probably has her reasons.” Ayla told herself, but the emotions building up inside her reached a boiling point, and could no longer be suppressed.

Just like that, her senses exploded, her vision blurred as her body began to contort. Ayla let out a shrill cry as she fell to the ground and shifted for the first time. From the half-broken mirror in the room, she saw a beautiful white wolf with eyes blazing like the sun.

Suddenly, her nose caught a whiff of something unexpected, a strong earthy smell laced with pine and sandalwood - it was her mate. The scent was unmistakable, and Ayla's body responded instinctively, shifting back into her human form.

As she stood there, barely clothed, panting and disoriented, her eyes locked onto the figure standing before her. It was Ethan Blackford, the Alpha heir to their pack, The White Fang Pack. He had returned to the Pack a week ago and he was the talk of the entire pack, she and Sophia often gossiped about the daydreams they had of him, and now he was as her mate. Her brown eyes met his blue ones, and the world around them melted away. Leaving the thumping of Ayla’s heart filling the room.

Instinctively, Ethan removed his jacket and draped it over her shoulders, the mate bond overwhelming him. Ayla froze as he closed the remaining gap between them. His towering height made her feel so small and invisible, but surprisingly, he knew her name!

“Nice to finally meet you, Ayla Thompson.” he whispered, his breath tickling her ear.

Ayla’s heart skipped a beat, then raced on as Ethan seemed to enjoy the look on her face. He gently pulled back the stray strands of hair behind her ears, his thumb caressing her cheeks.

She tried to speak, but she couldn’t think of anything, instead her eyes kept traveling to his lips.

Ethan held her chin up.“My eyes are up here, Precious.” He teased, his eyes glinting with amusement.

Ayla's eyes remained fixed on his lips. He leaned in closer, his face inches from hers. Her heart raced, her breath catching in her throat as she felt the warmth of his body and scent enveloping her. With a gentle smile, he brushed his lips against hers, a soft gentle one that became quicker with intensity. He nipped at her neck, she held him till the jacket fell off and there was no urge to cover herself up. As she once again stood naked before him, he took off his shirt, exposing his fine abs.

”Lie down.” He commanded, gesturing at the small bed in the corner.

“I don’t know what to do.” She shyly admitted as he mounted her.

“It doesn’t matter.” Ethan murmured. “I’m going to show you how.”

Ayla’s eyes fluttered close as he once again kissed her neck, his hands traveling to each of her tits, he squeezed them so tight that she let out a small moan, which excited him even more and made him harder. Quickly, he spread her legs, stroking her back and forth, but stopping before she came. Finally,when he was to come, he took his time, thrusting in little by little. Ayla cried out in response, but her soft cries and moans motivated him further, the mate bond was just too strong.

As soon as she adjusted and was able to accommodate his size, he slipped it out and slammed into her again. He was merciless but he couldn’t stop and Ayla didn’t want him to, so they continued till the moonlight was the only light filtering in through the room.

The following day, Ayla woke up feeling very sore but with no regrets of the previous night, at the same time, she realized that Ethan was gone and a piece of paper replaced his position. Quickly she picked it up and read it and as she did, her heart sank. The note read, “I, Alpha Heir of the White Fang Pack reject you, Aria Thompson as my mate and Luna, for these reasons; you are weak and unqualified. By this decree, I banish you from the pack and all its territories. Defy this edict and consequences will definitely follow.”

“What's going on here?” Ayla asked.

“Don't you know what's happening?” a lady beside her replied, her eyes shining with excitement. “It's the young Alpha heir's coronation, and marriage to Sophia Harris, the former Beta's niece!”

Ayla's eyes widened in shock as she took in the scene before her. “Married?” She murmured, her face contorting in anger.

She stood in the midst of the bustling town square, surrounded by the vibrant parade ceremony. Drummers marched by, while colorful floats and decorations filled the streets. The crowd erupted in cheers and applause as the newlyweds made their way through the procession, their faces beaming with joy.

Ayla's gaze locked onto the scene which only served to fuel her outrage, as she felt used and betrayed by the ones she trusted. As her world came crashing down, the scene began to blur and morph. The street where they stood faded away, replaced by a cozy bedroom. The sound of parade music dissolved into the gentle chatter of children.

Her eyes fluttered open, and she found herself in her own bed, surrounded by her three little ones. They were jumping on her, their bright eyes and cheerful faces bringing a smile to hers.

“Mommy, Mommy! Wake up!” they chimed in unison. “It’s our birthday!” They screamed excitedly.

Ayla’s smile grew wider as she hugged her triplets tight. “Happy fifth birthday, my little munchkins! Today's going to be a special day, just for you three!” She cooed.

The triplets squealed with excitement, bouncing up and down on the bed. “Cake! Presents! Party!” they chanted in unison.

“Okay, slow down everyone. Of course, Mommy didn’t forget.” She grinned, giving each of them a knowing look. The first triplet picked on so fast that he screamed at his sisters,“Last one downstairs is a rotten egg!” He screamed.

“Orion, be nice to your sisters!” Ayla began to protest, but the triplets raced ahead, their little feet pattering down the hallway.

Ayla got out of bed and followed, she had spent the last two hours decorating the house for the kids. She had come a long way since that fateful night with Ethan. Her children had brought light into her life now, they were her world.

In the kitchen, a big banner read “Happy 5th Birthday!” and the table was set with a delicious breakfast spread. She laughed as she watched them dig in.

It was a weekend, and she had taken a day off from her housekeeping job to spend with them. After breakfast, they got ready, and once she was finally done getting ready herself, they headed out. They lived in a small, shabby apartment on the fourth floor of a New York City building, but despite the basic living, they were a happy family.

As they walked to the ice cream parlor, Ayla's thoughts drifted back to the coronation ceremony she had dreamed about, a memory from five years ago that still lingered in her mind. She remembered watching Ethan and Sophia pass by in a float, hailed as Alpha and Luna and how helpless and betrayed she felt. Quickly, she pushed the memory aside, focusing on the triplets’ laughter and excitement.

“Mommy!” Nova, the second triplet, called out, “Can we get sprinkles?” Before Ayla had a chance to reply, Skye, the third triplet, chimed in, “And can I get a cookie dough cone with extra chocolate chips, please?” She jumped.

Orion couldn’t be left out, “Can I get six scoops of all my favorite flavors?!”

Ayla laughed, “Slow down, babies! We're going to get one scoop each, and that's plenty. We’ll all enjoy the treat without overdoing it.”

Just as they approached the corner of the street, a van screeched to a halt beside them. The door forcefully opened, and three masked figures jumped out. Ayla felt a rush of fear as the men surrounded them, her heart pounding in her chest. The triplets gathered close to her, clutching her hands, trembling.

One of the men stepped forward, a gun in his hand, causing the onlookers to scramble to safety. “Don't move,” he told her in a low and threatening tone.

Ayla swallowed hard, trying to keep her voice steady and calmer than she felt. “What do you want?” she asked, her eyes fixed on the gun.

“We want the triplets,” one of the men said, his tone curt and hard. “Give them to us, and you can walk away.”

Ayla's eyes widened in horror. “No!” she exclaimed, clutching the three of them even tighter. “I'm not giving my kids to you. Whoever you are, you got the wrong triplets, who sent you?”

“You are in no position to ask questions!” the man snapped, his eyes narrowing. “You have no choice. We're not going to ask again, hand them over and you can sort this out later with our employer.”

“Employer?”Ayla shook her head, her grip on her children tightening. Her eyes flashed with bravado as she spoke. “No!” she repeated. “I won't let you take them.”

Before she could complete her statement, one of the men grabbed Nova's arms. Ayla struggled with all her might, but it was no use. Another one took Skye and the third one grabbed Orion. The men were too strong, and they easily pulled them away from her.

She screamed in rage and despair, but it was too late. The men were already dragging them into the van. “Let them go!”Ayla yelled, tugging at Orion's leg. In her desperation, she managed to pull off the man’s mask, but one of the men was faster, and he struck her hard on the head with the back of his gun.

She fell to the ground, her vision blurring. She could hear the triplets’ screams as the van zoomed off, but everything seemed to be happening in slow motion. Suddenly, she felt dizzy and disoriented, and her head throbbed in pain.

In the distance, Ayla could see people running towards her. The last thing she heard was a voice saying, “Miss, are you okay?” And then, everything went dark.