Alpha's Hidden Luna

The blade of the scissors gleamed under the dim candlelight.Rayne tightened her grip, staring at her reflection in the mirror. Her silver-blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders—her last tie to the girl she was supposed to be. The girl her father wanted to keep hidden, to protect.But she was done being protected.She clenched her jaw, her father’s words echoing in her mind."A female cannot lead. The pack would never follow you.""You’re not strong enough, Rayne. It’s not your place."Her chest ached with the memory. Not strong enough.She had spent years proving him wrong. Training harder than the boys. Learning every combat technique. Studying strategy, leadership, and warfare. And yet, none of it mattered because she was born a daughter instead of a son.Her father was growing older. The council was already preparing to choose her cousin—an arrogant, power-hungry fool—to take over the pack when the time came. And Rayne?She was expected to marry. To become some Alpha’s Luna, soft

Morning came too soon.The academy bell rang through the halls, signaling the start of training.Her first night was rough. She had barely slept, and it wasn’t the stiff academy mattress or the unfamiliar scent of the dorm—it was him.Lucian Wolfe.His presence across the room was impossible to ignore. Even in sleep, he carried an aura of quiet dominance, something primal and unrelenting.She turned onto her side, staring at the ceiling.This wasn’t just about surviving Blackmoon Academy anymore. She had to navigate Lucian’s presence without drawing attention.The last thing she needed was the strongest Alpha in the school noticing her.But fate wasn’t that kind.As Rayne rolled out of bed swiftly, expecting to have the room to herself. Instead, she found Lucian already awake, standing shirtless at the sink, splashing cold water onto his face.She paused.His reflection in the mirror was sharp, unreadable. Silver eyes met hers through the glass.“Morning, Valen.” His voice was rough w

His words filtered through the haze slowly, like she was hearing him from underwater.Rayne’s throat went dry. “Why are you telling me this?”Lucian’s eyes narrowed slightly, like he was asking himself the same thing.“Because even though you're mysterious. You’re good,” he said finally. “And I don’t like blind spots. Kade and Xavier? They don’t play fair. Watch your back.”Rayne nodded slowly, but she barely processed it.She couldn’t stop staring.At the water beading down his chest.At the scar slashing across his left shoulder.At the way his jaw flexed when he looked at her like that.Like he saw everything she was trying to hide.“You okay?” he asked, his voice suddenly softer, dipping into something unfamiliar.Rayne snapped out of it just enough to force a nod. “Yeah. Fine. Just tired.”Lucian didn’t move.He was still standing too damn close, his scent overwhelming, his gaze impossible to break from. And that soft thread of concern in his voice? That made it worse.Because it

Rayne held the note between her fingers as if it might catch fire. The words bled through her vision, looping endlessly in her mind.You don’t belong here. But I’ll find out why.She stared at it for the third time that morning, her heart thudding in the silence of her shared dorm. Lucian had already gone for the morning drills. She’d been grateful for that. The heat of his gaze had become a second skin she couldn’t shed, and now this? The threat slithered beneath her skin, colder than fear, sharper than suspicion.Only one person knew.And if he’d already cracked?Her fists clenched. She tucked the note into her jacket, slipped out of the dorm, and stalked toward the southern edge of campus—where the second-year recruits usually trained.Where Jace Moren would be.---He was there.Shirt half-unbuttoned. Hair a little too perfectly tousled. Sparring with another Alpha, sweat gleaming along his jawline. The smirk on his lips was as effortless as ever.It made her angrier.Rayne didn’t

Lucian was still breathless when he stepped out of the combat ring.Not from exertion.Not from pain.But from his opponent.From the way Valen's hand had felt in his, warm and electric. From the burning look in his eyes that scorched deeper than any blade. From the unbearable pull—raw and primal—that his wolf felt every time he was near.Valen wasn’t just another recruit.And that terrified him.But terror had no place at Blackmoon. Especially not for someone of his rank.So when a messenger found him just as he reached the dorms, handing over a note bearing the crest of the high instructors' tower, his stomach coiled.Instructor Rhys Calloway, had summoned him.The head of combat strategy. A veteran of the Northern Pack Wars. The man responsible for training the next generation of Alphas—and a figure Lucian had never once disappointed.Until now.Lucian stood in front of the tall oak doors of the instructor’s office, heart steady, posture perfect.He knocked once.A gruff, commandin