I Am An Alpha And He's My luna

(Rhett’s POV)It was supposed to be a ten-minute errand.Find the drone. Bring it back. Pretend nothing happened.But the woods at the edge of Winsdale had a way of making time feel... different. I’d been walking for almost an hour, and my signal still pointed deeper, into the kind of dark that looked straight out of a horror movie.And above me, the full moon hung low, enormous, silver, bathing the trees in ghostly light. It wasn’t just light — it felt aware, almost watchful. Shadows stretched and warped unnaturally beneath it. Every movement of the leaves seemed magnified, every rustle sharper.Then I saw it: a faint shimmer near the tree line — almost like moonlight had pooled and turned to liquid, glowing softly on the moss. I assumed it was mist, maybe a trick of the light. My pulse quickened, curiosity overtaking caution.I stepped forward.The moment my foot crossed that shimmer, the air shifted. Sounds stretched and warped. The forest smelled sharper, richer — pine mixed with

(Rhett’s POV)The first thing I felt was cold.Not the kind of chill you get from air conditioning or night wind — this one sank deep, like it was trying to claim my bones.My head throbbed as if I’d been hit with a sledgehammer. When I opened my eyes, all I saw was rough stone and silver light bleeding through gaps in what looked like… bars.I blinked hard.Bars.I was in a cage.“What the hell…” My voice came out hoarse.My pulse picked up. The air was damp and heavy, filled with a strange smell — earth, smoke, and something animal. I sat up slowly, my body aching. My drone bag was gone, and my phone wasn’t in my pocket.The last thing I remembered was the forest — the full moon, the silver glow, those eyes. Dozens of them, gold and bright, staring at me from the dark. Then… her.The woman with the green eyes.I exhaled shakily, dragging my hands over my face. It couldn’t have been real. Wolves didn’t have claws that long or eyes that glowed. And no human eyes looked like that.But

(Rhett's POV)Rhett hit the ground hard.At least, that’s what it felt like.In the dream, he was sprinting through a forest far thicker than anything in Winsdale, trees twisted like they’d grown from nightmares instead of soil. His lungs burned. His legs shook. And behind him—gods, behind him—he could hear it again. That growl. That bone-deep snarl that sounded like a building collapsing, metal grinding, the earth itself groaning in fury.His feet slammed against the forest floor as he ran. He couldn’t see the sky, only those towering black pines swallowing whatever light existed. A shadow barreled behind him—faster, bigger, angrier than any creature had a right to be.He didn’t look back. He didn’t have to. He knew she was coming.The silver-haired werewolf from the woods.Her teeth flashed in the dark, her eyes bright, feral, glowing green like wildfire.He stumbled. The world tilted. The beast lunged—he felt her claws skim his shoulder, felt hot breath on the back of his neck—And

(Zyandra's POV)Rhett lay on the forest floor, his chest rising and falling unevenly, eyes half-closed, as though the night itself had drained him of his strength. I knelt beside him, my heart thudding in my chest. The anger that had fueled me moments ago was now tempered by something unfamiliar—pity, maybe, or the faintest flicker of doubt. He didn’t know, couldn’t know, what had just happened. He had walked into a world he had no concept of, and I had nearly killed him in blind obedience to duty.My hand hovered over his shoulder, and for the briefest moment I allowed myself to feel the weight of what I had become. The Alpha, the leader, the protector… and yet here I was, crouched over a human who hadn’t even realized what he had done, questioning why my instincts had driven me toward rage so quickly.I looked down at him. He was so small, so fragile in ways humans often were, and it made me sick to think of how close I had come to ending him. My chest tightened, and for the first t