The Rise Of The Betrayed Luna (Amorah and Holmes) novel Chapter 138

Chapter 138

Amorah POV

The witness’s words stayed trapped inside my head even after we left the meeting bunding. I sat quietly in the back seat beside Conrad while the city lights moved past the tinted SUV windows, and my wolf stayed restless beneath my skin.

Conrad kept one hand on my thigh the entire drive home. His thumb moved slowly against my skin like he already knew my thoughts were becoming too loud again.

“She had your mother’s surname,” I said quietly. “Not just a similar bloodline. The exact same maternal family line.”

Conrad glanced toward me carefully from where he sat beside me. “I know.”

“I don’t understand any of this anymore.” I pressed a hand against my stomach as the baby shifted again. “Why would my mother hide children connected to succession bloodlines?”

Conrad’s jaw tightened slightly before he answered. “Because she was trying to protect them.”

The security gates opened slowly as we arrived back at the territory residence. Wolves stationed around the property immediately lowered their heads respectfully when Conrad stepped out first beside me.

My exhaustion hit harder once we entered the house. Pregnancy fatigue mixed badly with stress, and suddenly my legs felt weak enough that Conrad immediately noticed.

“Easy,” he murmured softly. “You’ve pushed yourself enough tonight.”

“I’m fine.”

“You’re lying.” He slid one arm around my waist carefully. “Again.”

Despite everything happening around us, I still laughed quietly under my breath. Conrad looked ridiculously pleased with himself for managing to pull that reaction from me.

The scent of cinnamon and sugar drifted from the kitchen the second we walked deeper into the house. My wolf relaxed immediately because the twins were nearby.

Kyra ran into the hallway wearing fuzzy socks that did not match at all. She nearly crashed into my stomach before Conrad caught her by the back of her sweater quickly.

“Careful,” Conrad warned.

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“Sorry.” Kyra grinned up at me without guilt. “The baby kicked three times earlier when I played music.”

Zane appeared behind her holding a tablet in one hand. “That’s because your music is terrible.”

“It’s not terrible.”

“It literally sounded like wolves screaming inside a blender.”

Kyra gasped loudly. “You’re rude.”

I laughed harder this time before I could stop myself. The tension from the witness meeting loosened slightly inside my chest while the twins immediately started arguing again.

“The baby likes my playlists,” Kyra insisted. “You just have old Alpha taste.”

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é looked offended. “I’m thirteen.”

“You still listen to war drums during training

“That’s motivational.”

Conrad muttered near my ear, I regret teaching either of them sarcasm.”

“You taught them?” I asked.

“They definitely got it from you,” he replied immediately.

Kyra suddenly looked at my stomach again with bright curiosity. “Can the baby hear us all the time now?”

“Sometimes,” I answered softly. “Probably.”

Kyra crouched carefully beside me before speaking directly to my stomach. Ignore Zane’s music opinions when you get here.”

Zane groaned loudly while Conrad started laughing beside me. For a few minutes, the house felt normal enough that my chest physically hurt from wanting to keep this feeling forever.

Later that night, after the twins finally disappeared upstairs, Conrad pulled me quietly toward the elevator leading to the private rooftop terrace above the residence tower.

I frowned at him suspiciously while he avoided answering questions completely.

“What are you planning?” I asked.

“You’ll see.”

“That answer is annoying.”

“You say

that every time.”

The rooftop opened into soft lights, heated outdoor seating, and a private dinner setup overlooking the city skyline below the territory towers. Security wolves remained positioned discreetly around nearby rooftops, their scents faint but familiar against the night air.

I stopped walking immediately. “Conrad.”

“You needed one peaceful night,” he said simply. “Before your brain explodes from bloodline conspiracies.”

“You planned this?”

“I had help.” He loosened his tie slightly while watching me carefully. “Kyra chose dessert. I’m warning you now.” That alone made me nervous. Kyra believed extra frosting solved every emotional problem in existence.

The night air felt cool against my skin while Conrad pulled my chair out beside the table. Soft music played quietly somewhere overhead, mixing with distant city noise far below the building.

For once, nobody interrupted us with council emergencies or bloodline updates. Nobody mentioned Holmes. Nobody mentioned Bethany.

Conrad poured sparkling water into my glass before sitting beside me instead of across from me. His knee stayed pressed

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against rose throughout dinner like his wolf physically needed constant contact lately.

“You’ve been quiet since the meeting,” he said eventually.

“I keep thinking about my mother.” I stared down at my plate briefly. “What if I never really knew anything about her at all?”

Conrad reached for my hand immediately. “You know enough to understand she protected people”

“She hid children during succession conflicts.” I swallowed hard. “That’s dangerous even by Alpha standards.”

“She still did it.”

The baby shifted suddenly beneath my ribs hard enough that I flinched slightly. Conrad’s entire expression softened instantly before his hand moved carefully against my stomach.

“There you are,” he murmured quietly.

Warmth spread through my chest watching him like this. Holmes had always treated vulnerability like weakness, but Conrad handled every fragile part of me like something worth protecting instead.

“I wasted so many years believing painful love was normal,” I admitted softly. “Sometimes that still makes me angry.”

Conrad leaned closer slowly until his forehead rested lightly against mine. “You survived it anyway.”

I kissed him first this time. The moment stayed slow and soft without urgency behind it, and Conrad’s hand tightened gently around mine during the kiss like he still could not fully believe I belonged beside him willingly.

Later, after dinner ended, Conrad pulled me into a slow dance beneath the rooftop lights. I rested my head against his chest while his heartbeat stayed steady beneath my cheek.

“You’re thinking again,” he murmured.

“I’m trying not to.”

“That’s impossible for you.”

I smiled tiredly against him. “Probably.”

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