Alpha King’s pregnant Ex-Luna

It was another night of terror for Nelly, the moonless sky casting a sinister shadow over her troubled thoughts. Scars from the gruesome demise of her parents, the torturous flames that entrapped her, clawed at her mind relentlessly.

Within the depths of her restless sleep, haunting visions flooded her subconscious. In her twisted dream, her father’s once innocuous tattoo bloomed like an eerie blossom, its vibrant blue hues pulsating with an otherworldly glow. Its ethereal presence grew stronger, its enigmatic image seared into her trembling psyche.Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

Abruptly, Nelly’s eyes shot open, her surroundings transforming from the ghastly phantasmagoria of her dream to the cold, plain reality of her room. Dazed and disoriented, she fixated her gaze on the ceiling for what seemed like an eternity, until faint sounds of hushed voices drifted into her trembling ears. Sensing the passage of time, she roused herself from her disturbed slumber.

As she swung the door open, her steps led her to the communal dining area where Alpha Wade and Alpha Kilian engaged in quiet conversation over a modest breakfast. The two alphas, startled by her appearance, ceased their discussion, their attention now squarely focused on Nelly.

“Why are you up at this early hour?” Alpha Wade inquired with a touch of concern. “Did we disturb your rest?”

“No,” Nelly replied, her voice barely audible.

“You seem ill at ease. Are you unwell?” Alpha Kilian probed, his brow creasing in genuine worry.

“I am fine, merely grappling with a restless night’s slumber,” the woman replied wearily. “Where are the children?”

“Donna departed early for her film venture. Tony and Ben retreated to their chambers. Understanding your solitude, I instructed them to bring sustenance to your door,” Alpha Wade elucidated.

The mention of Donna reminded Nelly of the tension between Thalia and Spencer, and she nodded silently, the weight of unspoken words hanging heavy in the air.

Meanwhile, Alpha Kilian’s penetrating gaze remained fixed upon Nelly, his watchful eyes betraying his deep-seated apprehension. He anticipated that her sleepless night might lead her down a perilous path, prompting him to rise early and extend a caring presence.

“Would you like something to eat?” he offered, unveiling the breakfast he had prepared for her before placing it before her. “If weariness engulfs you, you may return to your slumber after you’ve nourished yourself.”

Nelly nodded, her mind still preoccupied with the burden she carried.

Peering at her, Alpha Wade found solace in her fragile state, recollecting the words of Tony and Ben.

With an air of satisfaction, he declared, “I have finished my meal. You two may continue, as I shall embark on a morning exercise routine.” Casting a knowing glance toward Alpha Kilian, he ambled away, leaving the two to their own devices.

Alpha Kilian, all too aware of Alpha Wade’s intentions, redirected his attention back to Nelly. “You must comprehend the depth of concern he harbors for you,” he stated, his eyes boring into hers.

Nelly glanced up briefly, her gaze then shifting toward the door. She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath, before uttering, “Did he inquire about it?”

“Yes, he did,” Alpha Kilian responded, a hint of subtext lurking beneath his words.

A wry smirk curled Nelly’s lips, belying her acknowledgement.

Alpha Kilian’s stare intensified. “Though others may be blinded, nothing escapes Alpha Jackson’s watchful eye.”

Nelly neither confirmed nor denied his assertion, well aware that Alpha Wade possessed a perceptiveness that penetrated her veiled facade, no matter how diligently she attempted to conceal her true motives.

“So, did you disclose anything to him?” Nelly inquired, her voice laden with both curiosity and trepidation.

“I did not. Given his age and the boundless concern he bears for you, divulging the truth would burden him throughout the night. It is wiser to shield him from it,” Alpha Kilian responded, his gaze softening.

Upon hearing his response, gratitude flickered in Nelly’s eyes. “Thank you,” she murmured.

“As I emphasized before, you owe me no gratitude,” Alpha Kilian reminded her, his tone firm yet tempered with understanding.

Nelly regarded him silently, her thoughts unable to find suitable words to express the depth of her emotions.

Echoing his earlier sentiment, she resumed her meal, her mind elsewhere, while Alpha Kilian studied her, sensing the weight of unspoken words that continued to burden her soul.

“Does this relate to… your parents’ demise?” he finally interjected, his words measured and deliberate.

Nelly froze, her gaze snapping up to meet his, surprise etched across her face.

“I suppose that it does,” Alpha Kilian commented astutely, gauging her reaction.

“How did you know? Have you recalled something?” Nelly inquired, her voice trembling with a mixture of anticipation and dread.

Alpha Kilian locked eyes with her, his gaze unyielding. Though she had withheld the truth of his lost memories, Nelly’s acknowledgment of his condition did not escape his notice.

“I have gleaned fragments of your childhood from Alpha Jackson himself, enough to infer a connection to your parents,” Alpha Kilian confessed, his tone tinged with a sense of gravity.

“I see,” Nelly murmured, her eyes darkening with unresolved anguish.

“Can you enlighten me on why you believe their deaths are intertwined with this?” Alpha Kilian pressed, his curiosity laced with concern.

Pursing her lips, Nelly hesitated, oscillating between revealing her burden or preserving the boundaries of her personal strife.

After all, this was her own battle, and there was no obligation for Alpha Kilian to be entangled within it.

Furthermore, the parties involved were far from ordinary.

If her suspicions proved valid, then her journey for vengeance would be fraught with peril and incalculable risks.

“Is it because of the tattoo?” Alpha Kilian probed gently, breaking the pregnant silence as Nelly struggled to find her voice.

Meeting his unwavering gaze, Nelly’s eyes deepened, reflecting a hidden resolve.

“After escorting you home yesterday, I reviewed the hotel’s surveillance footage,” Alpha Kilian admitted, dispelling any doubts that lingered in Nelly’s mind.

She marveled at his unanticipated actions, the revelation catching her off guard.

“Alpha Kilian,” she began after a moment of contemplation, her voice laced with earnestness, “while I appreciate your intention to aid me, this is a personal matter I must confront alone.”

“What do you mean?” Alpha Kilian interjected, his eyes narrowing in confusion.

“What I mean is that our connection has long since waned, rendering your involvement unnecessary. You need not concern yourself,” she asserted, her words tinged with a hint of finality.

His heart brimming with anger, Alpha Kilian’s voice hardened. “Are you pushing me away?”

“I am merely stating the truth,” Nelly retorted, her voice steady.

“The truth, you say? What truth is there, Nelly? You know full well my feelings for you. You know I cannot idly observe from the sidelines. By saying what you just did, you are clearly pushing me away!”

Words escaped Nelly, her lips pursed in silence as she grappled with an adequate response.

“If it takes us being connected for you to accept my assistance, then I shall willingly wed you again!” Alpha Kilian erupted in frustration, his temper flaring.

His outburst furrowed Nelly’s brows, and she stared up at him, a mixture of surprise and uncertainty in her eyes.

“Where is your marital registration?” he demanded.

“Alpha Kilian…” she began, her voice but a whisper.

“Is it in this room?” Alpha Kilian prodded, arching an eyebrow as he made his way towards her room.

Nelly hastily followed, her words tumbling out in a desperate plea. “Alpha Kilian, please, calm yourself!”

Entering her room, Alpha Kilian moved towards her drawer, only to be stopped in his tracks as Nelly grabbed his arm. “Alpha Kilian, I implore you, calm your raging emotions.”

In the next moment, Alpha Kilian jerked his head back, pressing Nelly against the wall with an unyielding force. Cold fury blazed in his eyes as he bore into her, his voice resonating with both anger and anguish. “Calm down? How can I, Nelly? If I do, what more must I do to prevent you from further pushing me away, treating me like an outsider?” his voice thundered.

Caught between the force of his presence and the stone-cold wall, Nelly could only gaze up at him, her thoughts too muddled to conjure a coherent response.

Alpha Kilian seized her hand, forcefully placing it against his chest, his rage unabated. “Should I tear my heart out so that you may witness the depths of my devotion firsthand?”

Pinned against the wall, Nelly had no choice but to meet his eyes. As her hand rested on his chest, she felt the rapid thudding of his heart, a rhythm echoing a desperate plea.

Thump, thump, thump.

It was as if his heart beckoned to her, beseeching her to acknowledge his unwavering commitment.