Hybrid Luna to the Alpha

I couldn't stop thinking about the mating ceremony tomorrow. I was finally going to meet the person the Moon Goddess had carefully chosen for me— My mate. The thought of it filled me with excitement and anxiety as I stood near the iron bucket I had brought along to clean the ballroom floor.The mating ceremony was a sacred event which was held only once a year. The palace would be beautifully adorned with flowers and an all-you-can-eat buffet. Every member of the Blue Moon Pack who had come of age would be in attendance, along with select wolves from other packs—powerful ones, who were invited as honored guests.For most, the ceremony was a dream come true—a chance to finally meet the mate they had longed for. But for others like me, it was a nightmare.The ceremony followed a strict rule: each wolf was given three chances to find their fated mate. If, after their third trial, they still stood alone, they faced exile—or worse, were cast into the lowest ranks, forced to live a life o

Kieran’s POV – The Day BeforeI had never liked the Blue Moon Pack.Their leaders were conceited, especially their Alpha—Liam. Their warriors are full of themselves, and their traditions—brutish. If not for the fact that they were powerful allies, I would have never stepped foot inside their so-called Garnet Palace. But duty came before personal feelings, and so, when they extended an invitation to their yearly mating ceremony, I had no choice but to accept.My younger sister, Raya, trailed behind me, her usual quirky smile in place. Unlike me, she didn’t seem the least bit bothered to be here. I had already sent my beta ahead to make sure our rooms were prepared before we arrived.Through our mind-link, her voice chimed in my head. “You’re scowling again.” She elbowed me playfully.“I don’t scowl,” I replied, my eyes scanning the entrance hall.The palace was as extravagant as I had expected—high ceilings made of deep blue and silver-tinted glass, marble floors well polished, and an

“Hey, you okay?” Raya asked as the jet cruised over 30,000 feet in the air.I swallowed hard, gripping the armrest. I had never been on a plane before—never even left the Garnet Palace. The turbulence sent an uneasy ripple through me, and my wolf stirred, queasy and unsettled. Earlier, Raya had explained something called motion sickness, and now I understood exactly what she meant.“I’m fine,” I lied, though the tightness in my voice betrayed me.She placed her hand on me and I felt the queasiness subdued slowly as she healed me. “Better now?” She asked, giving me a small smile amd I nodded in return. My gaze flickered over to Kieran who sat across from us, jaw clenched and his attention focused outside the window, at the night sky. He hadn't looked at me once since we left, making no effort to conceal his disappointment—or perhaps annoyance—at our mate bond.While I was grateful that he didn't leave me to the mercy of my pack members, a hollow feeling of disappointment that I would

Kieran’s POVAfter breakfast, I left the packhouse with my beta, Xander, to review the day’s priorities and ongoing operations.“The border guards are requesting additional supplies,” Xander began as we slid into the backseat of the SUV that would take us into town. “They’re also asking for shorter rotation hours. Apparently, many of them are eager to take time to mate and contribute to expanding the pack.”I leaned back against the leather seat, my jaw tightening slightly. “Their needs are understandable, but we can’t afford to compromise border security. Not with the tensions rising near the Eastern ridge.”Xander nodded. “Agreed. But their morale is dropping. If we don’t give them some kind of compromise, we might start losing capable wolves to exhaustion… or worse, as pawns to the enemy packs.”I stayed quiet for a moment, watching the trees blur past the window.“Draft a new rotation schedule,” I said finally. Rework the shifts to give them time off in turns. Also, arrange for a

Ivy’s Pov:I couldn't sleep.The bed was warm, the sheets soft, and yet my body remained tense, curled into itself like a bow. Every time I closed my eyes, I heard whispers—echoes of voices not my own.They slipped into my mind like ghosts: fractured, angry, grieving.“They took the children.”“Where was the Alpha?”“She’s not one of us.”“She’s a curse.”I tried to block them out, tried to remind myself I wasn’t supposed to hear them—not unless someone linked me directly. But the voices weren’t speaking to me. They were speaking about me.A chill crawled down my spine as I sat up, clutching the sheets tighter around me. I didn’t know if it was just my anxiety… or something worse.Then—a knock came at the door.I stiffened.Another knock came, firmer this time. I hesitated, reaching out with my senses, but the mindlink was silent now. I couldn’t hear whoever was at the door and it sparked my curiosity to know who it was—could it be Kieran? He was the only one who knew I could listen