Luna pov

The den was unusually silent, its typical liveliness muted by the lingering tension after Bellatrix had left with Addison and her friends. The air was thick, the scent of earth and pine needles mingling with the simmering frustration that radiated from Willa. She stood near the entrance, her gaze locked on the distant glow of Seabrook Power Plant. Her lips pressed into a thin line, but I could sense the whirlwind of thoughts behind her stoic exterior.

I leaned against the rough stone wall, staring at the empty space where Bellatrix had stood mere moments ago. A pang of guilt twisted in my chest, mingling with apprehension. She didn’t know the full truth—not yet. I’d given her pieces, just enough to keep her moving forward, but the bigger picture was a web of secrets too fragile to unravel in one sitting.

A rustle from outside the den made everyone stiffen, their ears twitching as they scented the air. Relief washed over me as I caught the faint, familiar tang of cologne.

“Stiles,” I muttered, my voice barely audible, as his scent hit me.

Seconds later, a figure emerged from the shadows, his face carved with uncharacteristic seriousness. Stiles Stilinski carried an old leather satchel slung over his shoulder, his usual sarcastic smirk replaced with a determined scowl.

“Luna,” he said firmly, his dark eyes locking onto mine. “We need to talk. Now.”

Willa stepped forward, her tone sharp as the edge of her claws. “This isn’t a good time, Stilinski. We’re—”

“It’s about Bellatrix,” Stiles interrupted, his voice steady but insistent. His gaze shifted briefly to Willa before returning to me. “And it’s something she deserves to know before everything spirals completely out of control.”

The pack exchanged uneasy glances, their postures tense. Willa opened her mouth to argue, but I held up a hand. “Let him speak,” I said softly, my heart pounding in anticipation.

Stiles stepped closer, his fingers tightening around the strap of his satchel. “You didn’t tell her the whole truth, did you? About her parents?”

My body went rigid, my nails digging into the stone wall behind me. “She knows enough,” I replied carefully. “She knows Derek is her father, and that’s all she needs to—”

“That’s not all she needs to know,” Stiles snapped, his voice rising. “You and I both know Agatha Harkness wasn’t her mother. She was just the middleman—she used magic to make it possible for Derek and me to have a child.”

His words hung in the air like a thunderclap, silencing the den. Willa’s sharp intake of breath mirrored the shock that rippled through the pack.

“What?” she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. “Are you saying you’re Bellatrix’s father?”

“I’m saying Derek and I are both her fathers,” Stiles said, his voice trembling slightly but full of resolve. “Agatha used magic to help us. That’s why Bellatrix has magic—because of the spell she cast.”

Wyatt stepped forward, his expression a mix of confusion and anger. “And you never thought to tell her this?”

Stiles shook his head, his voice softening. “She was just a baby when Wanda attacked. Derek and Agatha sent her away to keep her safe. I never even got to hold her...”

The raw emotion in his voice made my throat tighten. Despite my instinct to shield the pack from more turmoil, I knew Stiles was right. “You shouldn’t be here,” I said, my voice low. “If Wanda is hunting you, she could find her.”

“I don’t care,” Stiles snapped. “She’s my daughter too. I’ve already missed too much of her life.”

I sighed, the weight of his words pressing down on me. “Fine,” I said finally. “But we have to be careful.”

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Bellatrix trudged back to the house, her mind a whirlwind of confusion and anger. The moon hung heavy in the sky, its light casting eerie shadows on the quiet streets of Seabrook. Addison and Zed walked ahead of her, their whispered conversation barely registering.

When they reached the porch, Missy and Dale were waiting, their faces etched with worry. Missy rushed forward, gripping Bellatrix’s shoulders tightly.

“Bellatrix! Addison! What’s going on? We came home, and both of you were gone. Are you okay?”

Bellatrix gently shrugged her off. “I’m fine,” she muttered. “But we need to talk.”

Missy and Dale exchanged nervous glances before ushering her inside. Addison hesitated at the base of the stairs. “I’ll… be upstairs,” she murmured, her unease evident as she disappeared.

Once seated in the living room, Bellatrix turned to Missy and Dale, her voice trembling. “Am I your daughter?”

Missy froze, her eyes darting to Dale before she sighed deeply. “You were left on our doorstep when you were just a baby,” she admitted. “There was a note, but it didn’t explain much.”

Dale leaned forward, his voice gentle. “We didn’t know who left you or why. But we loved you from the moment we saw you. You are our daughter, in every way that matters.”

Tears pricked at Bellatrix’s eyes as she processed their words. “So… you don’t know anything about my real parents?”

Missy shook her head. “Not until those wolves came to town.”

Before Bellatrix could respond, Addison stormed down the stairs, her voice sharp. “This is insane. You’re not a wolf, Bellatrix. You’re my sister. You’ve always been my sister.”

“Addison, stop,” Missy said firmly.

“No!” Addison snapped. “She’s human, just like us. She doesn’t belong with them.”

Bellatrix shot to her feet, her frustration boiling over. “Stop trying to decide who I am, Addison! I need to figure this out for myself.”

Addison’s jaw tightened, but she turned and stormed out, slamming the door behind her.

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Later, Bellatrix stood on the porch, staring at the necklace in her hand. The moonlight bathed her in silver as she hesitated, her fingers trembling. Just as she lifted it to put it on, a green hand snatched it away.

“Zed!” she shouted, spinning around. “What the hell are you doing?”

“I’m doing this for Addison,” he said, holding the necklace tightly.

Before she could stop him, Zed smashed the necklace against the porch rail, shattering it.

“No!” Bellatrix screamed, shoving him away with surprising strength. Her body trembled as a strange heat surged through her veins.

A low growl escaped her lips, and Zed stumbled back, fear flashing in his eyes. “Bellatrix?”

Her glowing red eyes snapped to his. “You will pay for that. Both you and Addison will pay.”

“Bellatrix!” Luna’s voice rang out as she, Wyatt, and Stiles emerged from the shadows.

Stiles stared, his face pale. “Oh my God...”

“She broke it,” Bellatrix muttered, her voice trembling with rage.

Stiles stepped forward. “You never needed it—not for your wolf side. That was always inside you. It just needed to be awakened.”

Bellatrix stared at him, her breathing heavy. “So I am a werewolf.”

“Not just a wolf,” Stiles said softly. “You’re the True Alpha… just like your father.”

Her heart pounded. “You knew my father?”

Luna stepped closer. “Bellatrix… this is Stiles Stilinski. He was your father’s mate. And he’s your father too.”

Hey guys I hope you like this chapter. I'd like to thank CrazyHobbit24 for giving me this idea in the comments in the earlier chapters. I hope you like it and it all makes sense