Fated and knocked up by the Alpha King (Elara) novel Chapter 10

Chapter Ten – The Naming Ceremony

Elara’s POV

The storm had quieted by morning, but the packhouse still buzzed with energy. News traveled fast in Valemont-by the time the sun rose, wolves had gathered outside, eager to glimpse the new pup born under blizzard skies.

Inside, Elara sat propped against pillows, exhaustion etched into her face but softened by the glow of new motherhood. Her son slept nestled against her chest, his breaths steady, his tiny hand curled like a promise.

The family filled the room once again-Cassia bouncing in her seat like she’d downed three espressos, Caius leaning back with his usual lazy smirk, Seraphina steady at Elara’s side, and Luna Lyanna overseeing with her quiet, regal calm. Alpha Darius stood near the hearth, arms folded, every inch the Alpha even in domestic chaos.

“Tradition demands a name before the third sunrise,” Luna Lyanna said, her tone even but carrying the weight of centuries of pack law. “Names bind spirit to body. Without one, a wolf pup drifts too easily between worlds.”

Cassia gasped, clutching the baby’s tiny foot. “He can’t drift! He’s perfect. He’s…he’s…” She spun dramatically, looking to Elara. “Tell us, cousin. What is my nephew’s destiny?”

Elara’s throat tightened. She hadn’t expected to feel the weight of this moment so heavily, but now, with the family waiting and her son’s warm weight grounding her, it struck like lightning: this name would follow him all his life.

“Aeron,” she whispered.

Silence fell. The name lingered in the air like a spark catching flame.

Alpha Darius’s sharp gray eyes narrowed, considering. “Strong. Old tongue. It means ‘battle, strength of the sky.””

Seraphina’s hand brushed her daughter’s shoulder. “It suits him.”

Cassia bounced harder. “Aeron! Aeron! Aunt Cassia loves you already. Operation Baby Wolf 2022 officially has a codename!”

Caius groaned. “You’re insufferable.”

“Jealous,” she shot back.

Luna Lyanna inclined her head in approval. “Aeron it is. What of his full name?”

Elara drew a shaky breath. “Aeron Valemont Quinn. Valemont for family. Quinn for…for my father.” Her voice caught at the last word, but she lifted her chin. “He will carry both.”

For once, no one teased. Alpha Darius’s expression softened almost imperceptibly, a flicker of pride breaking through his stern exterior. Seraphina’s eyes shone. Even Caius looked genuinely moved.

Cassia sniffled loudly. “Great, now I’m crying. Someone hand me a tissue. No? Fine, I’ll use Caius’s sleeve.”

“Try it and lose a hand,” Caius said, shoving her elbow away.

The baby stirred then, letting out a soft cry, and the sound seemed to seal it. Aeron Valemont Quinn-tiny, fierce, alive.

Alpha Darius raised his chin. “Then let the pack know. A son of Valemont has been named.”

Outside, a howl echoed across the snowy grounds. Another answered. Then another, until the whole territory vibrated with the sound of their welcome.

Elara closed her eyes, tears slipping free as she clutched her son. For all her fears, for all the uncertainty-this moment, this name, was the beginning of everything.

And somewhere deep inside, she knew the world would never be the same.

By nightfall, the packhouse had turned into something between a feast and a festival. Wolves came and went through the great, hall, bringing trays of food, bottles of mead, and enough blankets to smother ten pups. The air buzzed with laughter, congratulations, and the kind of chaotic joy only Valemont seemed

capable of conjuring.

Elara, still sore but stubborn, insisted on making an appearance with Aeron. She sat curled in a big armchair near the hearth, her newborn nestled in her arms, while Cassia flitted around like an over-caffeinated butterfly.

“Did you see that?” Cassia announced, pointing at Aeron’s tiny hand. “He just wrapped his fingers around mine. That means he likes me best. Aunt Cassia is clearly the favorite already.”

Caius snorted, sprawled on the opposite chair. “Or he mistook you for a particularly loud chew toy.”

Cassia gasped. “How dare you. He has taste. Look at him-he’s staring at me with awe!”

“He’s asleep,” Caius deadpanned.

Alpha Darius strode into the hall then, carrying a flagon the size of a small barrel. “If you two don’t stop bickering, I’ll name myself godfather and forbid you from babysitting privileges.”

Cassia clutched her chest in mock outrage. “You wouldn’t dare!”

“I would,” Alpha Darius rumbled, gray eyes glinting with amusement. “And I’d sleep easier knowing the pup won’t end up lost in a market or dressed like a circus performer.”

Elara bit her lip, hiding a laugh.

Luna Lyanna swept past them all, serene in her silken gown, directing servants to pile food higher. “No one sleeps tonight until the celebration is done. A new life must be honored properly.”

Seraphina settled beside Elara, slipping her hand into her daughter’s. “You’ve done well,” she said softly. “He’s strong, Elara. I can feel it.”

The words nearly undid her. Elara blinked back sudden tears, kissing the

crown of her son’s head. Strong. Her boy was strong.

Cassia leaned over dramatically, whispering loud enough for half the room to hear, “Strong like his Aunt Cassia, obviously.”

“Strong like he survived you holding him for five minutes,” Caius muttered.

The room erupted in laughter.

Elara smiled, though her chest ached with exhaustion and love in equal measure. For the first time since Paris, since that single night she tried so hard to forget, she didn’t feel quite so afraid of the future. Aeron wasn’t just hers-he belonged to Valemont now, to a family that would never let either of them fall.

The laughter in the room finally dulled to a sleepy hum.

Cassia slung her arm around my shoulders as we headed upstairs, her grin wicked. “You know, every time I look at Aeron, I swear I see that man’s jawline.”

My stomach flipped. “Cassia-”

“Relax,” she whispered, winking. “Your secret’s safe. For now.”

Behind us, Alpha Darius’s gray eyes followed like a hawk’s, Seraphina’s silence pressed like a weight, and Caius only smirked, unreadable.

But I kept walking, Aeron warm and solid in my arms, telling myself the same lie I’d whispered since Paris.

I didn’t know who he really was. I didn’t know if he was wolf, or Alpha, or something worse.

All I knew was: he wasn’t here.

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Elara’s POV

Morning at the Valemont Packhouse was supposed to be calm—at least according to Luna Lyanna’s elegant sense of order. The scent of her brewed tea floated through the halls, fire crackled steadily in the hearth, and the air outside was still hushed by the lingering frost.

But of course, Cassia Valemont ruined all of that in the span of three seconds.

She barged into my room without knocking, arms overloaded with bags, boxes, and something pink and feathery sticking out of the top. Aeron startled awake in his bassinet, and so did I, nearly falling out of bed.

“Guess who went shopping!” she declared, dropping everything in a chaotic pile on the rug. “Your favorite Aunt Cassia. That’s right. Me.”

Aeron blinked up at her, rubbed his tiny fists against his eyes, and let out a squeaky little cry that made my chest tighten.

I scooped him into my arms. “Cassia, what in the Goddess’s name is all this?”

“Operation Baby Wolf 2022,” she said, as if that explained everything. She pulled out a miniature leather jacket and held it against Aeron. “Look at him! Already cooler than Caius.”

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