Rejected Luna, Chose Single Daddy as My Mate

Talking to My Grandmother

Amelia's POV

The children go to play outside. My grandmother has made us some tea, and she is busy making a cake for the children. We are sitting in the kitchen. It is always the place where I feel most comfortable talking to my grandmother. She was the only one who ever understood me, and when I was younger, I would always visit her during the holidays because she felt more like a mother to me than my mother. She was the one who taught me how to cook and bake. She was the one who taught me how to be a strong woman.

"I can see something awful happened to you. Did Lucas do something bad to you? I swear I will go over there and I will kill him with my own hands if he lifts his hands for you." My grandmother says.

"No, Grandma, he did something worse. I'm not sure if you'll believe me, but I have to tell someone. Lucas let his lover kill me and my baby..." I tell her everything. I tell her that I found out that I was pregnant, and I tell her about Leona and how she set me up, and how I was killed in my previous life.

My grandma listens on in silence. I'm not sure if she believes me or not, because she keeps herself busy baking her cake, and I couldn't see her expression with her back to me.

"I know this sounds crazy, but I think the moon goddess gave my baby and me a second chance at life." I say.

"The moon goddess also gave you a second chance at a mate. I could see the bond between you and Ryan. Unlike Lucas, who betrayed you, Ryan is a man of honor. Perhaps it’s fate that brought him to you so soon after your heartbreak. Don’t dwell on the past when destiny has placed something, or someone, so right before you. Ryan will accept your baby as his own. He loves children. Look at these three beautiful children. They are the happiest children I have ever seen, and they don't have a mother. I know they are longing for a mother, but they love their father, and he loves them. Could you ask for a better mate? Don’t let this slip away." My grandmother’s voice was firm, her gaze unwavering.

I still do not know if she believes me about being reborn or not. My grandmother doesn't always show her feelings when it comes to supernatural things, although she is a supernatural being.

"I don’t know, Grandma. I’m not ready. How can I risk my child’s again? What if Ryan rejects her? You know how alphas can be, they're proud, possessive. Not all are willing to raise another’s blood as their own." My fingers curled into fists, the old fury simmering beneath my skin. "And those two… They ruined me. I swore on my last breath, on whatever waits beyond, that I’d drag myself back from the darkest pits of hell to make them suffer. And that is what I will do."

"I know, child. I know you want your revenge, and I cannot blame you." Grandmother’s voice softened, though her gaze remained sharp. "But tell me, who better to help you than Alpha Ryan? His strength is unmatched. And the way he watches you… His wolf is going crazy in his head. He would make you his mate and Luna if you allowed it."

"He carries his own ghosts—Elsa, his former Luna. She threw herself from the cliffs, leaving him to shoulder the guilt. But that woman was no true mate. A coward who abandoned her children, her pack… her duty. Ryan deserves better." She leaned closer, her words dropping to a whisper. "His pups already look at you as their mother. They sense the bond between you two. Consider everything before turning Ryan down."

My grandmother does have a point as the alpha of the Red Moon Pack. He is a mighty man, and some even call him the Alpha King. If I want my revenge, I need a powerful alpha.

I fell into deep thought.

Ryan and my grandfather returned just as the sun dipped below the horizon, their arrival perfectly timed for the evening meal. The table was already set, the air rich with the scent of roasted meat and herbs. A feast fit for a pack.

When dinner ended, Ryan rose, his broad frame casting a long shadow in the firelight. "We should head back."

"Please, daddy!" little Mia begged, clinging to his arm. "No school tomorrow!"

The others joined in, their voices a chorus of hopeful whines until Ryan relented with a soft chuckle.

I followed him outside, the crisp night air biting at my skin as I trailed him to his car.

"Ryan," I called out, my voice steadier than I felt. He turned just before sliding into the driver's seat, the moonlight catching the sharp angles of his face. "I want to thank you again for helping me. Do not worry about the triplets, I will take good care of them."

"I have no doubt you'll be a wonderful mother, Amelia. Consider becoming my Luna. We can establish a fixed-term contract between us. You don't have to worry, I will not demand any s****l favours from you." Ryan's voice was low, "You require an alpha's strength for your vengeance. I need a mother for my pups, a shield against ambitious she-wolves. Like you, I've learned the cost of love too well."

His lips brushed my cheek, a whisper of warmth against the night's chill. "Don't answer tonight. You can give me an answer tomorrow when I come to pick up the children. Goodnight for now, Amelia."

The car door closed with finality, tires crunching gravel as taillights disappeared into the darkness.

The night air hummed with unspoken promises as Ryan's kiss burned upon my skin. A brand that sent heat coiling low in my belly. My wolf howled its approval, thrashing against the confines of my control, demanding I chase after his retreating taillights.

Yet reason held me rooted.

A contract mate. A practical solution for two wounded souls, since neither of us wants to be the other's mate.

Should I accept this contract?