Masuk"I want you gone," he launched his fist at me, aiming for my calves. I shut my eyes, waiting for his hit to pack a punch. "You should be in bed by now, if I'm correct," Alpha Ryu's voice resonated in the passage. "You don't order me around Alpha," the figure let out, smashing his fist onto Alpha Ryu. "Maybe it's time you become a lesson to others," Alpha Ryu exhaled, grabbing the figure by the neck before smashing him onto the ground. "You're strong, but you don't have what it takes to kill me." The figure blurted out, sending Alpha Ryu's feet back with his legs. In order to prove her existence and claim her rightful position as Alpha of the Moon Hounds, she must do the impossible: bring back the head of the Ruthless Alpha Ryu of the opposing pack. She doesn’t give up, infiltrating the pack when it’s at its lowest guard and acting as an ordinary maid. In her bid to destroy the pack and have the Alpha’s head, she’s met with the biggest challenge of all—love. Will she fall for his charming, attractive, and Ruthless appearance, or will she find a way to complete her mission and take her stance as the Alpha of the Moon Hounds?
Lihat lebih banyak“What do you mean by I’m not worthy?” Samantha Stomped, her narrowed eyes on her father, Alpha Harry.
“You’re nowhere near worthy, if I must say,” Harry let out, his chin up, chest puffed out, and a confident smile on his face.
“I’m your beta.” I’m supposed to rule after you. I’ve been training my whole life for this opportunity; you can’t just let Craig over here take all the credit,” Samantha yelled, her eyes sending daggers at her stepbrother Craig.
Craig barged in, throwing Samantha off her balance. “Don’t you get it, Step sister?” You’re as weak as ever; you don’t even have a wolf to fight alongside. Just give up; I’m better than you in everything, and there’s nothing that can nullify that fact.”
“Just because you’re a man doesn’t mean I am less capable. As for my wolf, even though I’m yet to get it, I’m still more powerful than you.”.
“Then prove it to us, Samantha,” Harry’s thick voice sent shivers down Samantha’s spine, binding her confidence with her fears.
“Assign me to any task. I will complete it victoriously and show you all that I’m worthy of becoming an Alpha.”
“Bring me the head of the Alpha of the Deadly Fang pack, Ryu. Then I shall reconsider and make you Alpha instead.”
“That’s more impossible than possible. Everyone we’ve sent to eliminate him all comes back injured or without a head, Samantha exclaimed.
“If you’re scared, you might as well just retain your position as Beta and live the peaceful life you so desire.”
“I’m not scared. I shall penetrate the enemy’s territory and bring back the head of Ryu.”
/SAMANTHA’S POV/
Here I am in the enemy’s territory. No friends, no family, and not a single person to accompany me. My heritage, my reputation, and my dignity are all at stake in an impossible task. How can a wolf-less Werewolf be able to behead a mighty Alpha?
“Get over here, Samantha. These floors need scrubbing fast. I wouldn’t want the Alpha killing innocent guards due to your weak bones, Timothy, the personal assistant to the Alpha of the Deadly Fang pack, commanded.
“Yes, sir,” I exclaimed, grabbing the broom and heading for the royal chamber.
Disguising as a maid in the enemy’s territory just to accomplish an impossible mission was the biggest risk I had ever taken. The sight of infiltrators being slaughtered daily by the mighty Alpha Ryu gave me nothing but goosebumps.
“Don’t you think Alpha Ryu is the best in the world?” a thin voice let out. The sight of Sasha, a fellow maid, came to sight.
“Alpha Ryu is just like the others, if you ask me. He’s cruel, ruthless, and definitely not the man any lady should be dealing with.”
“I think he’s handsome, charming, and has a physique every lady would be dying to be underneath.” Sasha responded, her eyes concentrating on the ceiling as she daydreamed.
“Clean that idea off your head. He’s a killer, a man with no pure intentions of saving his people. He kills for fun,” I argued.
“Maybe you’d do a better job if you were Alpha, but you’re just so weak you couldn’t climb the ranks to Scavenger, and you’re stuck here with me cleaning the royal chambers.” Sasha retorted, sending daggers at me.
How dare she talk so lowly to me? The future Alpha of the Moon Hound pack.
“Miss Samantha, are you going to clean the darn floors or you’re going to get killed by the Alpha?” Timothy let out.
“Yes, sir,” I growled, sweeping the floors like my life depends on it.
… After cleaning and scrubbing the various chambers, I was left with one last task: cleaning Alpha Ryu’s chambers. No one was allowed near his chambers, but due to an emergency protocol, I had gotten a request from Timothy to clean it up.
“And who are you?” a voice arched in my head, sending shivers down my spine. I wanted to raise my head and check it out, but I couldn’t. My body wasn’t responding, his aura holding me in place.
“I’m a mere maid; I have been tasked with cleaning up your room for the day.” I stammered, hoping my body would return to me.
“You’re quite lucky. Usually you’d be cut by my sword, but it seems your instincts are much stronger than your body. You survived by an inch, zero bruises, and zero cuts.” His voice resonated around the room, causing a repentance of his voice.
“Thank you, Alpha Ryu.”
“Funny, how you don’t call me Lord. Should I be pissed or should I just finish you off for trying to clean the floor?” He rose from his chair,
“Tamper justice with Mercy, dear Alpha,” I pleaded, fighting the urge to spit on him.
“Alpha Ryu, she’s the new…” Timothy’s voice suddenly came to a halt behind me. I couldn’t sense his presence any more, but the smell of blood penetrated my nose.
“I told you not to do it.” he remarked, pushing me towards the wall as he walked towards Timothy.
"I had to…" blood spluttered from his neck, his eyes rolling backwards as he spoke.
Alpha Ryu gazed at the body, lying before him, a tear rolling down his cheek. "Rest on."
The sight of a body without a neck sent waves of fear through me. Blood spilling continuously from the neck and a sharp sword by its side.
“Poor Timothy, he should have acted like a man and done what was supposed to be done. I’ll just add his head to my collection of personal assistants..”Ryu said, holding Timothy’s head in his arms.
I stared at Timothy’s head, which had slowly begun to disintegrate. I could tell the sword contained some quantity of wolf bane, which meant death or literal weakness.
“Alpha Ryu, that was your personal assistant. Your must-trust man, apart from your beta. How are you going to cope?”
“Let’s see. I’ll have to assign a new personal assistant to survive, but who is worthy of my trust?”.
“Definitely not me,” I blurted out unconsciously.
“I doubt that,” he gazed at me, raising my chin up with his index finger.
“What do you mean, Alpha Ryu?”
“What would you say about a promotion?”
Ryu's POVThe weight of silence pressed down on me like a suffocating shroud as I stood alone in the shadowed room, my breath shallow, my heart pounding against my ribs like a frantic drum. My mind was a storm of paranoia and desperation, swirling uncontrollably.My pack was bleeding from wounds no one else saw—wounds inflicted by betrayal, weakness, and my own mistakes.I had lost too many.My assistants, once loyal, were now liabilities. I had no choice but to sever those ties, cold and ruthless, because trust was a currency I could no longer afford.I needed someone who understood me, someone who could stand strong beside me when the darkness closed in.Samantha was the only one left in my fractured world. My Luna. My hope.The decision burned in my chest with a fierce clarity. She was the key to everything—the salvation of my pack, the strength I lacked. Bringing her back wasn’t just a plan; it was a necessity carved from the depths of my desperation. I had to save her, no matte
The courtroom reeked of blood-soaked power and silent betrayals. Thick stone walls rose around me like a cage designed not just to hold a body, but to crush a soul. The silver shackles burned against my skin, branding me a traitor, a killer, a Luna Slayer.I was forced to kneel before the throne-like benches of the Elder Council, my bones grinding against the cold marble floor while the echo of ancient chants still clung to the ceilings. A thousand pairs of eyes bore down on me—some with hatred, some with curiosity, but none with mercy. I was no longer a princess of bloodlines, nor a Luna of destiny. In their eyes, I was nothing more than a condemned wolf waiting to be put down. And yet, I did not weep. I did not beg. I lifted my chin as my knees trembled, refusing to give them the pleasure of watching me break.Above me, the Elders perched like vultures circling a dying beast, their expressions carved from centuries of judgment and political games. Their long robes swept the groun
The passage was narrower than I expected. Cold and damp, the air stank of rust, sweat, and old blood. My fingers brushed against the rough stone walls as I followed the jagged path illuminated only by the dim flicker of a dying torch I’d swiped from the western corridor. The martyr’s map burned faintly against my palm, a magical artifact etched in shimmering ink—written with the blood of those who had died trying to escape. Their final wish now guided me.I couldn’t stop moving. Every heartbeat was a countdown. Every footstep, a risk.“I can do this,” I whispered to myself, repeating the lie until it sounded true.The underground tunnels twisted beneath the prison like a coiled serpent, riddled with traps and dead ends. I made every turn according to the blood-bound markings, careful not to make noise. Above, guards’ boots echoed faintly, unaware—or so I hopped—of the rat weaving through their foundations.Then I heard it.A click.Instinct screamed. I threw myself sideways just
The walls felt like they were closing in on me, and I knew that it wasn’t just the confinement that suffocated me—it was the crushing weight of truth that I couldn’t escape, no matter how hard I tried. Fifty-seven days. Fifty-seven days of being trapped, not just in this stone cell, but in the shadow of a truth I didn’t want to confront. The air, thick and stale, smelled of dust and regret, but there was something else now—a charge, like the quiet before a storm. The hairs on my neck stood on end, and the space seemed to pulse with a low, steady hum. My senses had sharpened. The taste of the air felt sharper, the sounds of distant footsteps more pronounced, and there, deep in my bones, I could feel it—the slow rise of something ancient, something that had been dormant for too long. I wasn’t the same as I had been before.I wasn’t just surviving anymore.I was changing, and though I hadn’t yet fully understood it, I knew this change wasn’t one I could turn back from.The map lay i
I woke early, the cold steel of the cot pressing against my back as I shifted in my sleep. But sleep hadn’t truly come last night. Not with the voice echoing through my mind like a phantom haunting my every thought. It wasn’t like any voice I had heard before, and yet it felt so familiar. A cold, detached whisper that lingered, vibrating through my soul. "I know who you are." The words had rolled through me, chilling my very core, leaving me unable to grasp their full meaning. I wasn’t sure if it was real or if it was just my mind playing tricks on me, but it felt as if something much deeper was at play. Something far more dangerous than I could even imagine.My fingers brushed my forehead as I sat up slowly. The stale prison air was thick with the scent of sweat and metal. My hands trembled slightly, still feeling the lingering echoes of the voice. A chill ran down my spine, and I stood, taking a shaky breath to steady myself. The world outside my cell felt strangely distant to
The morning light filtered weakly through the small barred window above my cell, casting long shadows against the cold stone floor. The world outside the prison walls felt so distant, as if it belonged to a different life, a different version of myself. I was no longer sure who I was anymore. After everything that had been revealed—the prophecy, my true heritage—I felt as though I was drowning in a sea of secrets and lies. I wasn’t just any prisoner. I was a hybrid. The key to stopping my father. But the weight of that truth felt like an anchor pulling me deeper into the darkness. How could I possibly fight the very man who had destroyed everything I knew? I sat up slowly, my hands trembling slightly as I touched the crescent mark that glowed faintly behind my ear. This is who I am, I reminded myself. But even as I thought it, doubt gnawed at my insides. Am I strong enough?The day felt long and oppressive, filled with the kind of silence that echoed in my ears. I walked across t






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