Marked By The Moon: Tied To The Four Alphas

Centuries Ago - Blood Moon Pack ISLA Everyone says I'm cursed just because of the moon goddess crest on my chest and the color of my hair. It’s blonde and unusual like that of other wolves. I feel like I'm nothing but a common omega wolf. However, the power I wield is outstanding. More than an Alpha King. The whole world of shifters fears me. Why? It's because of that lame prophecy about me, since birth. For decades now, Alphas had been sent to me to have me killed but failed due to the four alphas; Caelan Thorne, Jace Wilder, Elias Cross, Lucian Hale, that had protected me. It turned out that they were tied to me. My fated Mates. As I stood before the pack house, the moon hanging low in the sky like a ghostly crescent, I felt a sense of trepidation. Lucian's hand grasped mine, his fingers intertwined with my own. His eyes, once bright with hope, now shone with worry. "If you go tonight, I won't be able to protect you," he whispered, his voice laced with desperation. "

I sit up on my bed, staring blankly at the letter in my hand. The school's logo is emblazoned on the top, and the words "Expulsion Notice" are stamped in bold red letters. My eyes scan the page, reading the words that seem to leap off the page. "Dear Student, After a thorough investigation into the allegations of misconduct, including the affair with your sister's boyfriend, the school administration has made the decision to expel you from our institution, effective immediately. This decision is final and non-negotiable. Your actions have brought shame to our school and set a poor example for your peers. Sincerely, [Principal Dickson]" I feel like I've been punched in the gut. Tears stream down my face as I read the words over and over, hoping they'll change. But they don't. I'm being expelled. No school will want to accept me now. My future is ruined. I collapse onto the bed, sobbing uncontrollably. How can this be happening? I'm innocent, but no one believes me. The wei

There was no sender's address, no application details, just a signature line at the bottom. I stared at the message, my mind racing with questions. Moonridge Academy? How did they know my situation? That I needed a new school? And what did they mean by "selected"? I felt a shiver run down my spine as I reread the email, my excitement tempered by skepticism. Could this be a prank? One of Brielle’s schemes? Or was it genuinely an offer from a new school? The thought of starting fresh was tantalizing, but I couldn't shake off the feeling that something wasn't quite right. I stared at the email, my mind reeling with possibilities. Moonridge Academy seemed like a beacon of hope, a chance to start anew and leave my troubles behind. As the night wore on, I finally felt my eyelids growing heavy, and I drifted off to sleep, the email's words still echoing in my mind. But my rest was short-lived. A vivid dream assaulted my senses, transporting me to a place that felt eerily real. I found

I turned back to him, my heart racing with anticipation. My mother? What about her? What could he possibly have to say that would change everything? But before he could say another word, Brielle interrupted him. "Don't bother, Dad," she said, her voice cold and calculating. "She doesn't deserve to know. Let her go, and let's just be done with her once and for all." My father's eyes locked onto mine, and for a moment, I saw a glimmer of uncertainty there. But then, his expression hardened, and he nodded. "You're right, Brielle. Let her go." I felt a chill run down my spine as I realized that my father was truly done with me. I wanted to know what he had to say about my mother but of what use was it to me anyways? I turned and walked away, the weight of his words and Brielle's triumph hanging heavy over me. As I reached the door, I heard my father's voice one last time. "Goodbye, Isla. Don't come back." I stepped back into my room, getting ready to pack my bags. I packed m

I reached the Oakwood Terminal, my legs trembling as I walked towards the bus stop. I sat down on a bench, trying to catch my breath. My heart was racing, pounding in my chest like a drum. I didn't know what was wrong with me, but I felt like I was losing control. As I sat there, I became aware of the sounds around me. The distant hum of cars, the chatter of people walking by, and the cry of an owl in the distance. But it was the owl's cry that caught my attention. I could hear it so clearly, like it was right next to me. My ears seemed to be sharper than usual, picking up on every sound. I looked up at the sky, and my eyes were drawn to the full moon shining brightly above. It seemed to be calling to me, drawing me in with its silvery light. I felt a wave of dizziness wash over me, and my head began to spin. I held my head in my hands, trying to fight off the strange sensations that were overwhelming me. But it wasn't just the physical sensations that were affecting me.