Alpha's Secret Bride-Chapter 95: The Call That Changed Her Bloodline

Emma arrived at the Nightclaw estate at exactly 6:47 pm, her wolf weary from the long day. Paige and Thalia rushed toward her the moment she stepped out of the car, their instincts immediately picking up on her exhaustion and disheveled state.

"Oh my Moon Goddess!" Thalia cried out, her eyes scanning Emma from head to toe. Dust clung stubbornly to her skin and hair, her wolf looking like it had just crawled out of an abandoned den.

"Did you roam through an old pack house?" she asked, suspicion laced with curiosity.

"Yes," Emma replied with a faint grin, running her fingers through her tangled hair before walking past them as though it was nothing. Paige immediately darted inside to prepare warm bathing water for her Alpha’s mate.

"Moon-fall, Alpha’s mate," Bernard greeted respectfully, lowering his head.

"Bernard, an old she-wolf’s pack house needs a deep cleansing. I need ten workers—trusted ones—to restore it," she instructed firmly.

"Where is the location?" he asked.

"Maxwell knows the place," she replied before heading toward the stairs, her steps slow but purposeful.

"Understood," he bowed and departed immediately.

Her gaze locked onto a polished box sitting on her table. A flicker of calculation crossed her eyes as she approached it. Sitting down, she opened it and began inspecting the monitoring kit she had ordered days ago—tools meant to track movements and intercept calls within her territory.

"If I had done this earlier, I would have caught the one behind the shooting," she murmured to herself, a sharp edge in her voice.

"This is my territory—my mega-mansion. Anyone who doesn’t want to be watched should leave," she added coldly, dropping the device back onto the table. "This is how an Alpha secures her land."

She rose and moved into her closet.

"Your bath is ready, Alpha’s mate," came the announcement.

"Send Naomi to me," Emma said without turning.

"Yes, Alpha’s mate."

Naomi entered moments later, her usual sadness weighing down her aura.

"Moon-fall, Alpha’s mate," she greeted softly.

"What is it?" Emma asked, studying her.

"I want to return to your side," Naomi said, her voice almost breaking.

"Be patient a little longer. Everything will soon fall back into place," Emma assured her calmly.

"Alright," Naomi nodded.

"Come here," Emma beckoned with a slight curl of her finger. Naomi followed. Emma sat and retrieved a small chip from the box, handing it to her.

"This is a voice-activated recorder. It captures only human speech within a specific frequency and blocks out unnecessary noise," she explained.

"Where does she spend most of her time?"

"In her bed mostly... watching movies. But she makes her video calls in her closet," Naomi answered.

"Good. Install this in her closet. Bernard will handle the rest of the chambers."

"Yes, Alpha’s mate," Naomi curtsied and exited.

Emma’s eyes drifted back to the letter on the table. A shiver ran through her wolf as goosebumps rose along her skin.

She was close—so close—to finding her blood mother.

She only hoped the number written there was real.

With a reluctant sigh, she stood and walked toward the bathchamber, her thoughts drifting to her mate. He still hadn’t returned... and worse, he wasn’t answering her calls.

But when she stepped out, she froze.

He was already there—seated calmly in her bedchamber, reading the letter. A soft smile lit his face as his eyes moved across the words.

She walked to him and sat beside him, leaning gently against his shoulder. The fresh scent of his wolf wash—cool and minty—wrapped around her senses, instantly soothing her restless spirit.

"We’ll call her after dinner," he said quietly.

She nodded, though she made no move to leave his side. Being close to him always stilled the storm inside her.

"Why did the High Luna summon you?" she asked.

"She discovered the truth about Lunara... and she’s furious," he replied.

Emma’s lips curved faintly. "Good. What does she intend to do?"

"She wants Lunara gone. But removing her would cause a clash with the King... so I stopped her."

"Does she know about the King’s involvement?"

"No."

"Alright..."

"I want Lunara and all her pack-kin out of my bond, my territory, and my life," Emma muttered, her voice low but fierce.

Brandon lifted her chin gently, forcing her to meet his gaze.

"Do you truly want them gone?"

"Yes."

"Then support my decision."

"No!" she snapped, shaking her head as she stood to leave.

"Moonheart, listen—"

"No!" she repeated, stepping away.

He caught the edge of her towel, and it slipped from her.

"I’m sorry," he said immediately, retrieving it and wrapping it back around her carefully.

"The King said he would rather die than cancel the mating ceremony. He made it clear—the bond will happen, with or without me."

Emma turned sharply. "What? Replace you?"

"He has already summoned my cousins... threatened to name one of them heir."

Silence pressed heavily between them.

"He won’t cancel it—even if you stand before him with your parents," Brandon continued. "Let’s find Emily instead. Rebuild your bond with your mother. We don’t need the throne, Moonheart."

He leaned in, capturing her lips in a deep, persuasive kiss meant to sway her resolve. The sensation sent heat spiraling through her core, her wolf responding instinctively.

For a moment, she almost gave in.

Almost.

But she pulled back, lowering her head, fighting the pull.

"Moonheart... what is it?" he asked softly, thinking she had yielded.

"Can’t the High Luna convince him?" she whispered.

"No."

"Why?"

"No one challenges the King’s authority. The Luna has already stepped back from the preparations. The King will bring in others to handle it. This is a battle you cannot win. Walk away with me... choose freedom."

Emma shook her head slowly.

"I’m not afraid of losing... I’m afraid of not trying," she said firmly. "Maybe my blood mother didn’t try hard enough. If she had... things would be different. I wouldn’t have ended up with Greens."

"My Moonheart..." Brandon murmured, narrowing his gaze.

She quickly turned away, refusing to meet his eyes again—refusing another attempt to weaken her resolve.

"You gave me thirty moon days," she reminded him.

"And now you have twenty-five left."

"Then let me try. When the time ends, you can do what you must."

"Moonheart... you can’t win this," he said with a faint smirk.

"Maybe not. But I won’t let Lunara and her kin tear apart the royal pack. Never."

She tried to walk away again, but he caught her hand, pulling her firmly into his chest.

"You’re fighting for something right," he admitted, holding her head gently. "I just don’t want you crushed by the weight of it. I love you, Moonheart... and that’s all that matters to me."

Then he kissed her again, slow and consuming, as if trying to shield her from the storm ahead.

They sat on her bed after dinner in a half-lotus position, their wolves unusually quiet beneath their skin. Her heart thumped wildly, out of rhythm, as she stared at the letter and the glowing device in her trembling hand. Brandon kept sending her steady waves of reassurance through their mate bond, his eyes soft and encouraging, his lips curved into a gentle, grounding smile that calmed the restless stir of her she-wolf.

She unlocked her device and began to dial the number. Her vision blurred as the digits swam before her eyes, each ring echoing loudly like a call across the pack lands. The speaker was on, so there was no need to lift the device to her ear. A tiny she-wolf voice answered, and her breathing hitched painfully in her chest. Heartache surged through her, forcing tears to spill uncontrollably. Brandon reacted instantly, pulling her closer into his chest, his arms tightening protectively around her as if shielding her from unseen claws.

"Hello," he said calmly, his Alpha tone controlled yet gentle.

"I repeat! This is Rogue Wolves in Distress Pack Aid, Belarus. Please, may I know why you are calling?"

"I want to speak with the founder."

"She is out of state right now."

"When is she coming back?"

"I don’t know, but we are looking forward to seeing her next moon-cycle. Please, call back on Tuesday."

"Can you give me her personal number?"

"Without her permission? No wolf. We do not give out personal numbers without the owner’s consent."

"Alright, can you give her mine? I want to speak with her."

"Who are you, wolf?"

"I am Moon Prince Brandon Oliver Frostbane, calling from Santorini."

"Oh...It’s... nice to hear from you. Why do you want to speak to her?"

"I’m Emma’s mate."

"Emma?"

"Yes"

"Oh my moon goddess!! Where is she?"

"She is the first person that spoke with you."

"What?? You are joking, right?"

"No"

"Oh my moon goddess! She is going to die of joy if I told her this! She opened this Pack Aid because of the circumstances behind Emma’s birth."

"She just figured it out and couldn’t speak further."

"Oh my moon goddess! I can’t break this news to her. You need to come to Belarus and see her," the young she-wolf sniffed into the device, her emotions spilling freely. It was obvious she was crying, her wolf unable to contain the overwhelming scent of relief and joy. A heavy silence settled in the chamber, thick like fog over a restless forest. "She has been waiting fervently for a day like this." She spoke again after about three minutes of crying and gasping, her voice trembling like a lone wolf calling into the moon-fall.

"Where did she go?"

"She assists rogue wolves in distress with getting access to solicitors. A teenager whose father cast out because she got pregnant called us yesterday, and she traveled to her state today to rescue her. She will be back in two moon cycles."

"We will be there on Monday," Brandon said, his tone final, carrying the quiet authority of a Moon Prince.

"This is the Pack Aid’s number. I’m going to send my private number to you. Please call me as soon as you arrive at Minsk National Skyport."

"Alright, Thank you Ws..."

"Nina Hale."

"Nina, are you her wolf?"

"Yes"

Emma drew in a sharp breath when she heard that, her wolf stirring deeply at the revelation.

"Moonheart, stop crying; you have a blood sibling."

"Can I talk to her?" Nina asked.

"She’s quite emotional right now. Don’t worry, we’ll see you on Monday."

"Alright, My Moon Prince," she gasped again and hung up.

"She was forced and no one could speak for her!" She began to sob into his chest, clutching his clothes tightly as though anchoring herself to reality, her wolf howling in anguish. "I am a product of that pain, my Starlit."

"Moonheart, stop!" Brandon said, a faint grin touching his lips despite the heaviness. "I’m not happy she suffered, but I’m grateful you came into this world that day."

"She must reveal his identity and he must face the law!" She yelled, her wolf flaring with fierce, protective rage as she ignored her mate’s attempt to soothe her.

"Hei...take it easy. Your device is ringing again. I guess Nina is calling back."

She stared at the device and received the call, her emotions still swirling like a storm-torn sky.

"Emma, did you hear what Lunara is saying?" Brooklyn asked. She let out a long, frustrated sigh, her wolf already irritated.

"Where is she saying it? On her social media page?" She murmured, exhaustion lacing her voice.

"No! Her Inside The Alpha’s Keep Show!" Brooklyn snapped. Emma rolled her eyes, a wave of annoyance washing over her as she fought the urge to hang up. She had almost forgotten that show still existed within the pack networks.

"What is she saying?"

"She is being honest right now! Tune in."

"Brooklyn, I can’t! What did she say?"

"She said you stole the Moon Prince from her, but the royal house is gonna disgrace you in two weeks."

"How does this relate to honesty, Brooklyn?"

"You actually stole the heart of the Moon Prince, and you will be disgraced next week if you don’t support your mate’s decision."

"Moon-fall, Brooklyn."

"Emma, wait!"

"What is it?"

"Did you call the number?"

"Yes"

"What did she say?"

"Come to my pack house at moonrise."

"Is the number correct?"

"Yes"

"What should I expect at moonrise?"

"Positive news."

"Alright, I’ll see you at moonrise. Moon-fall Emma," she said and hung up.

"The Luna shut down the program permanently today, but she obtained supreme authority from the king. Did you see that? As long as the King stands by her side, she is unconquerable. The best is clinging to me. They will look for us when the time comes."

She slowly rolled to the edge of the bed, distancing herself from the discussion, her wolf retreating into quiet resolve. Her mind was already made up. "Lunara and her pack-kin must stay out of my heaven," she encouraged herself silently, her gaze fixed on her device.

"Three good winters, you refused to give another she-wolf a chance. If you had given up on me, I wouldn’t be here today," she murmured, her voice soft with emotion, her wolf filled with gratitude.

Brandon grinned and rolled to her side. He gently took the device from her, switched it off, and tossed it aside. Then he pulled her back against him, wrapping his arms securely around her waist as he spooned her, their bodies fitting perfectly like destined mates. The warmth of his wolf seeped into hers, steady and comforting. It was overwhelmingly sweet, and she melted into him, finally allowing herself to relax as their bond pulsed softly between them. They both looked forward to the moment they would meet Emily Hale.