The Silent Luna's Trial (Maple and Finn) novel Chapter 46

Chapter 1

It all began because my five-year-old twin daughters had, unknowingly, hurt the feelings of my Alpha mate’s first love. As a result, he sent them away to The Obedience Den—the harshest, most unforgiving correctional camp within the entire pack.

The instructors from The Obedience Den obeyed my Alpha’s orders without hesitation. They stormed into our packhouse like a violent storm, grabbing my little girls with brutal force. My daughters clung desperately to the doorframe, their tiny bodies shaking as they cried out for their father, their voices cracking with fear and confusion.

I collapsed to my knees, my heart breaking as I pleaded with Blake.

“They’re only five! They’re just pups! Sending them there will destroy them! I’m their mother—if anyone deserves punishment, it’s me! I failed them—I didn’t teach them right!” I begged, my voice trembling with desperation.

But Blake stood motionless, his arm protectively around Hannah, his first love, watching us with an icy, indifferent gaze.

“If you hadn’t spoiled them so much, they wouldn’t have become so defiant. I’m their father. If you can’t discipline them, then I will. Do you really think I’d harm my own blood?” His words cut through me like a blade.

The following day, Sierra and I arrived at The Obedience Den, hope flickering faintly in my chest. But what we found shattered that hope completely. My daughters lay there, their small bodies bruised and battered, their chests still and silent.

They were gone.

Meanwhile, my mate was elsewhere, celebrating with the pack. His face shone with joy as he announced that his beloved Hannah was pregnant with his child.

My vision blurred as I turned to Sierra, my voice hollow and broken.

“They’re dead. There’s nothing left for me. Please… just let me go. I want nothing to do with your brother anymore.”

By the time the girls were brought to the werewolf hospital, it was far too late. They never even reached the emergency room—they were taken straight to the morgue.

Sierra’s eyes filled with sorrow as she tried to comfort me, her voice soft and trembling.

“It’s going to be okay. You have me and Grandpa on your side. This time, my brother has gone too far—I promise, he will apologize. You two can still—”

Before she could finish, I thrust my phone into her hands. On the screen was a post Blake had made just two hours earlier.

“Before you even came into this world, your mother and I were already loving you.”

Below the words was a clear ultrasound image.

Hannah Marsh. Six weeks pregnant.

Hannah Marsh—Blake’s first love.

Sierra’s voice caught and died in her throat. After a long, heavy silence, her expression twisted with anger.

“I’m calling my brother right now. I swear, we will make this right—”

I let out a bitter, hollow laugh and dialed Blake’s number myself. The moment the call connected, his irritated voice crackled through the speaker.

“What now? Crying again about how the girls were ‘mistreated’ at The Obedience Den? My daughters—the Alpha heirs of the White Moon Pack—who would dare harm them? Stop playing the victim. I sent them there to learn discipline, to prepare them for leading the pack one day. Must you keep harassing me with these endless calls?”

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