My Luna Became An Alpha After I Rejected Her novel Chapter 217

He suddenly picked up the envelope and tore it open.

The moment his eyes dropped to the contents, his breath hitched.

A DNA test result.

His brows knitted together slowly as confusion crept in. He read further, his fingers tightening around the paper, and then he saw his name boldly written across the page.

Aiden Miller.

His heart skipped.

And then the next name slammed into him like a blow to the chest.

Arthur.

A cold shiver ran violently down his spine. He blinked once… twice… as if the words would rearrange themselves if he stared hard enough. His throat worked as he swallowed nothing, his mouth suddenly dry.

It was a DNA test result.

Between him and Arthur.

His vision blurred as realization dawned on him, slow and devastating, and then…

Positive.

He was Arthur’s father.

His entire body froze in an instant. It felt as though the ground beneath him had vanished. A sharp chill raced through his veins, leaving his limbs numb and unresponsive. This wasn’t possible. It couldn’t be. His legs trembled beneath him, weak as jelly, and he knew if he tried to take another step, he would collapse.

So he leaned back against his car.

His strength gave out anyway.

Slowly, helplessly, he slid down until he was seated on the cold ground, his back pressed against the metal, the DNA test result clenched in his trembling hands. His eyes were fixed on nothing, staring blankly ahead as his world shattered around him.

Beads of sweat formed on his forehead despite the cold. His chest rose and fell unevenly, breaths shallow and strained. Tears gathered in his eyes, burning, blurring everything.

He had thought the child was dead.

He had believed they lost the baby.

But Arthur… Arthur was the child.

Arthur had been alive all this time.

Arthur was his son.

A broken sound escaped his throat as the truth crushed him. With the resemblance…the eyes, the mannerisms…he could have known. He should have known. Tears slipped freely down his cheeks now, splashing onto the paper in his hands.

His mind dragged him back to that day.

The day he had asked Amelia if Arthur was his son.

He could still see her face, still hear her voice as she looked him straight in the eyes and told him…cold, firm, unyielding, that Arthur was not his.

His father was right.

He had been right all along.

A sob tore out of him as he dragged a shaky hand through his hair, his shoulders trembling violently. Oh, his beloved son. His chest ached painfully as grief ripped him apart. He hadn’t been there…not for Arthur’s first steps, his first words, his fears, his laughter.

The boy didn’t even know who his father was.

“How could she?” he whispered hoarsely, staring at the paper through tear-filled eyes. “How could she keep this from me?”

His grip tightened around the DNA test result, the paper crumpling slightly under the pressure of his shaking hands.

“He was my son,” he growled brokenly. “I had every fucking right to know. I was supposed to be there. I was supposed to protect him… father him… be his everything.”

His hands shook harder as he stared at the result again, as if it might vanish if he looked away. He had stood by and watched Damien father his son…his son…while he remained on the sidelines, ignorant and blind.

The realization made his stomach twist violently.

He had failed Arthur.

He had failed his family.

He had failed everyone.

More tears streamed down his face unchecked. His throat burned, saliva drying up completely in his mouth as rage and grief tangled together inside him. He still couldn’t believe it. His eyes remained locked on the paper in his hands.

James stared at her for a long moment before sighing quietly. He nodded and motioned for her to get into the car.

A smile spread across her face as she climbed in. “Thank you,” she muttered.

Their eyes met briefly. James looked away almost immediately, started the engine, and drove off toward the hospital.

The drive was painfully silent.

Rachel had countless questions swirling in her head, but she didn’t know how to ask them. She wondered why Aiden had left the house earlier looking so enraged. She had gone to Luna Donna’s room with breakfast, only for the door to remain closed. Alpha Aiden had been with his council members since the early hours of the morning.

Too much was happening at once.

And she understood none of it.

She sighed softly and turned to the window, watching the trees blur past. Moments later, the car came to a stop in front of the hospital. Rachel stepped out first, followed by James.

Just as they were about to enter the hospital building, a black car screeched violently into the parking garage, tires shrieking against the ground.

Both of them turned sharply.

James’s entire body froze.

It was his car.

His blood ran cold as Aiden climbed out, eyes bloodshot, rage blazing unmistakably within them. His claws were halfway out, fingers trembling as his fangs slowly descended.

James swallowed hard.

He knew.

Aiden had seen the DNA test result.

And in that moment, James knew without doubt—

He was dead.

The Alpha was going to kill him.

TBC