Moonlit Warrior: Fated To Her Step Son

Alina’s Point of View~~Sixteen Years Ago~~The sun hung lazily in the afternoon sky, casting golden light over the courtyard. The scent of fresh earth mixed with the lavender bushes that bordered the space, filling the air with a calming fragrance. I sat cross-legged on a small wooden stool, struggling to knit a tiny sweater.“Mama, look!” I giggled, holding up the uneven fabric. The stitches were lopsided, the pattern a mess, but I was proud.Luna Arlene, my mother, smiled warmly, her silver-blonde hair cascading over her shoulders as she reached for my creation. “Oh, my sweet Alina,” she chuckled, gently smoothing the fabric. “It’s… unique.”I beamed. “I made it for Damien, Caleb, Eli, and me! So we match!”She chuckled, shaking her head. “You’re always trying to include them, aren’t you?”Before I could answer, a sharp howl split the air.Panic erupted.The peaceful afternoon turned to chaos as warriors rushed past us, swords gleaming under the sun. My mother was suddenly on her f

Alina's Point of ViewThe air felt heavy around me as I crossed the threshold of the Iron Fang Pack’s territory. Each step on the cold, hard ground sent tremors through me, my feet unsteady, my heart sinking deeper into my chest with every inch. I had been here for hours now, but the land still felt foreign, thick with an energy that twisted my stomach into knots.The towering trees cast long, menacing shadows across the path ahead, their branches reaching out like skeletal hands trying to pull me into the darkness. It was as if the very earth beneath my feet was alive with a hunger, and I was its prey. I had been summoned, but that was the only thing that had been certain in all this. I wasn't walking into a marriage; I was walking into a nightmare.My breath came out in shallow gasps as we passed the warriors of the pack, tall, fierce men who didn’t even spare me a glance. But it wasn’t out of respect; it was because I was nothing to them. Just a girl, no different from the animals

Kael’s Point of ViewJust a week in the Alpha's Den and all I could think of was her, I shouldn’t be thinking about her. It was wrong. And yet, here I was, staring at her face… again.My fingers were smudged with charcoal as I dragged the edge of the pencil across the page, shaping the delicate curve of her lips, the softness of her eyes. But no matter how many times I sketched them, I could never get them quite right. There was something about her gaze, something haunting and untouchable, that I couldn't seem to capture.Frustration coiled in my chest like a snake. I had no business obsessing over her like this. Alina was nothing more than a pawn in my father’s twisted game… a girl brought here for one reason alone. She wasn’t meant to be anything more than a vessel, a baby factory for my father the Alpha.So why the hell was she in my head?I exhaled sharply, dragging a hand through my already disheveled hair. Maybe if I ripped the page out, it would erase the pull I felt toward he

Kael’s Point Of ViewAs if mornings weren't my least favorite periods, especially in Iron Fang Pack, today was my mother's memorial."Kael! You are a special child!" My mother's voice boomed joyfully in my memories. "You will make your father proud someday."If only she knew how much of a weakling I have turned out to be! I was nothing special. "A curse to Iron Fang," my father would always say.Usually, I'd visit my mother's gravesite, but today, I was overwhelmed with so much hate for the man I called father that I didn't feel like taking that hate to my mother's grave.As I sat at the edge of my bed, an image of my mother floated in my memory. I had drawn my mother several times, but my father always found ways to destroy them.But not this time!I got out of bed and walked straight to my closet. Picking up a plain canvas, paintbrushes, a paint plate, and the paint tin, I walked out of my room and headed for the only place my father never visited,My mother’s garden!Getting there,

Alina’s Point of ViewA gentle tug on my hair pulled me from the depths of sleep. My eyes fluttered open, and for a second, I couldn’t remember where I was. The cold, hard floor beneath me, the dim light filtering through the small window, it all came rushing back. My gaze landed on Kael, who was now awake, his eyes hazy but sharp enough to focus on me.I sat up quickly, wiping the drool from the corner of my mouth with the back of my hand. Embarrassment burned through me as I realized I must have fallen asleep beside his bed."I'm sorry," I muttered, pushing myself to my feet.Kael shifted, trying to sit up, but the moment he did, a sharp wince crossed his face. Instinct took over, and I reached out to steady him, my hand barely brushing his bare skin.A jolt of energy shot through me. A burning, electric spark.I pulled away instantly, my breath hitching."I'm sorry," I whispered again, tucking my hair behind my ear.Kael leaned back against the bed, his breathing uneven. He looked