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Empire in the Making (Part 3: The Explosion)
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Alpha’s Regret: His Luna, His Heirs, His Redemption The Hunt Begins
POV: Alpha Marcus (Luther’s Father) The fire in my study was low, flames licking the logs with quiet hunger. I preferred it that way—dim corners, long shadows. Darkness strips men of their masks. My son stood where I told him to: in front of my desk, back rigid, jaw locked, fists clenched at his sides. All sharp edges, iron posture—the image of an Alpha who conquered boardrooms and crushed rivals. But I had seen him falter. We all had. That howl. It still reverberated through the stones of Red Moon. Two young voices, raw but potent, howling in unison with enough force to make half the pack collapse. Warriors, servants, even elders dropped to their knees, gasping under the weight of power too primal to resist. I’d nearly bent myself. Nearly. And Luther—Alpha, my heir, my blood—had swayed like the sound punched through his ribs. I steepled my fingers on the desk. “Do you want to explain what happened?” His jaw ticked. “Wolves howl, Father. You’ve heard them before.” “Don’t insu
Alpha’s Regret: His Luna, His Heirs, His Redemption The Howl
POV: Luther The whiskey burned, but it didn’t touch the hollow. I stood on the stone balcony above the yard, glass in hand, watching Red Moon breathe in the dark. Torches guttered, throwing ragged light across training posts and wet flagstones. A few late warriors still drilled—because I had told them to, and obedience is easier than sleep when the Alpha is restless. They bowed when they saw me. Too fast. Too shallow. Fear has a scent, and it rises quickest at night. Wind slid cold along the ridge, lifting the hair at my nape. Beyond the border, the forest swayed like a black ocean in the moonless dark. I tipped the glass and found it empty. Silence thickened. Then the night split. At first, not even a howl—just a child’s voice, carried where no child’s voice should ever reach. “Mama—it hurts!” The words tore through the night, small and breaking. Pain, not power. A pup’s cry, raw and unhidden. A second voice joined, thin and strained—two little throats overlapping in fear.
Alpha’s Regret: His Luna, His Heirs, His Redemption The First Shift
POV: Olivia The storm came without warning. One minute, the house was breathing its evening rhythm—bathwater running, pyjama drawers sticking, Daisy scolding the pink toothbrush like it had betrayed her. Next, the wind shouldered the eaves hard enough to rattle the frames. Rain blurred the treeline into a black smear. Thunder rolled up through the ground and shook the walls. Somewhere far off a transformer blew; the lights dipped, then steadied with a strained hum. Storms never used to scare me. In Red Moon, storms meant strength—wolves running under a sky that bared its teeth. After I ran, storms became omens. The old instinct in me always lifted its head and listened. “Do we have to sleep?” Hyden asked, toes sneaking toward the racetrack rug. “It’s raining,” Harvey added, as if that proved bedtime unreasonable. “Rain means bed faster,” I said, towel in one hand, comb in the other. “Tomorrow’s school. Tomorrow’s a big day.” “What’s big?” Lily asked, tucking her fox under the bl
Alpha’s Regret: His Luna, His Heirs, His Redemption Threads Across Distance
POV: Olivia The fever came fast. One moment Daisy was chasing her sisters across the living room, cheeks flushed from laughter. The next, she was curled in my lap, skin burning hot enough that my palms stung. By nightfall, she shook so violently I thought her tiny bones might rattle apart. I sat in the nursery chair, rocking her back and forth, a cool cloth slipping against her damp curls. My arms ached. My back screamed. But I didn’t dare stop. If I stopped, it felt like the world might stop with me. “Shhh, sweetheart,” I whispered hoarsely, kissing the crown of her head. “Mama’s here. Mama’s not going anywhere.” Her breath hitched, the softest whimper tearing me open from the inside. Two nights without sleep had blurred my vision into static. The other three were finally asleep—Lily clutching her fox, Harvey and Hyden tangled together like they’d fought their way into dreams—but their sister kept burning in my arms. Aria had begged me earlier: let me call a doctor, with Hana
Alpha’s Regret: His Luna, His Heirs, His Redemption Rumors & Restlessness
POV: Luther The council hall never changed. Same carved wolves glaring from the beams. Same braziers pumping heat into stale air. The same men and women wrapped in velvet and certainty, pretending they could leash an Alpha with a vote. I sat the way my father taught me—shoulders loose, hands light on the arms of the chair. A predator at rest. It made them sweat. They droned through patrol rosters and winter stores until the door guards thumped their spears and a new scent cut the smoke—iron and arrogance. The visiting Alpha from Iron Fang strode in with two lieutenants and a smile polished for an audience. Scars laddered his knuckles. Not decoration. Real. He didn’t bow. “Red Moon,” he said, letting the words scrape. “My father told me this hall felt larger.” No one answered. He turned his smile on me. “Your father built this pack with iron. You’ll let it die in silence.” Recce surged in me like a storm. I didn’t move. “Choose your next words carefully.” “Oh?” H
Alpha’s Regret: His Luna, His Heirs, His Redemption Sparks of Destiny
POV: Olivia The sound dragged me out of sleep like claws raking across my nerves. At first, I thought it was a dream—the low, raw sound rising in the dark, animal and aching. Then Harvey arched on his bed, sweat beading on his brow, lips parting as a sound tore free that wasn’t human at all. A howl. Thin. Rough. Wolf. The blood drained from my face. “Harvey.” My whisper cracked as I scrambled to his bedside. His little chest rose and fell too fast, his fists knotted in the sheets. The sound ripped out again, higher this time, shaking the air. The girls stirred—Daisy whimpering, Lily sitting up, blinking owlishly. “Was that Harvey?” she mumbled. “He sounds—” “Shhh.” I pressed a trembling finger to my lips. My heart thudded so hard I thought the neighbours would hear it. What if they had? What if someone outside this house heard that wild, bone-deep cry? I touched Harvey’s shoulder. “Baby, wake up.” His eyes fluttered open—blue, soft, human again. “Mama?” he whispered, dr
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