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2025-04-17 07:00:50ALAYNA’s POV
I am dreaming again. And like all the ones that came before, it does not feel like a dream.
The sun is setting and I stand in the middle of a vast meadow, the air heavy with the scent of wildflowers and damp earth. A gentle breeze tugs at the edges of my hair, carrying with it petals that drift lazily across the sky. I close my eyes for a moment, taking in all the serenity that surrounds me. The quiet, the softness of the wind and the colors of the sky melt into each other. Everything is so perfect, so still.
When I open my eyes again, I see her.
A little girl, no older than five with raven-black hair that cascades down her back like silk stands at the far end of the meadow. She is wearing a simple white dress that billows out behind her as she skips through the tall grass. Her laughter is light, almost melodic and it fills the meadow.
Strange, I think I know her.
“Hell
Kaugnay na kabanata
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Those we love don’t go away,They walk beside us every day.Unseen, unheard but always near,Still loved, still missed and very dear.-Author unknown-ALAYNA’s POVThe morning sun is cruel this morning.Its light slants through the window in thick, golden shards, making everything too warm, too bright. I sit at the edge of my bed and stare at the new maid incredulously. What madness is this?“She poisoned you,” the maid repeats with arms crossed around her chest, looking as if she is bored out of her mind.The around me tilts and I have to palm my head to stop the spinning.“No, Sarah couldn’t have done that. She would never do that.”“Well she did, Luna. The guards drew the confession out of her. She’s in the dungeon now, punished for the murder of your chi
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-18The Alpha King’s Hated Mute Luna FORTY TWO
ALAYNA’s POVSarah is dead.Her head rests in my lap, heavy and still like a doll left too long in the rain. I cradle her as best I can, my arms trembling beneath the weight of grief and guilt. Her skin is clammy, pale against the red welts and bruises on her neck and arms. Her lips are slightly parted, as if caught mid-sentence but her breath is long gone.I cannot stop rocking her.Back and forth I go, as though motion might stir her heart again. My tears fall freely onto her face, tracing the path of bloodstains and dirt. With a trembling hand, I smooth back a lock of hair from her temple—tangled, stiff with dried blood and whisper her name.“Sarah, I am sorry.”I do not know how long I stay like that, kneeling on the cold dungeon floor, cradling her ruined body. Torches flicker overhead, casting a wavering orange light on the stone walls but the world feels dim and s
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-19The Alpha King’s Hated Mute Luna FORTY THREE
ALAYNA’s POVIt is past midnight.I sit with my back against the bedroom door, knees tucked into my chest, eyes wide open.Outside my bedroom, all has gone silent. No footsteps. No murmurs. Not even the usual creak of the floorboards under heavy boots. That is good. That means everyone has gone to sleep.Including Drake.I press my palm flat against the cool wood of the door. My breath trembles in my throat, barely there, like it is afraid of being heard. Slowly, I twist the handle. It gives without a sound, thank the Goddess and I ease the door open just a crack. The hallway reveals itself, bathed in a wash of silver moonlight spilling through the window at the far end.My bare feet make no sound as I slip out and close the door behind me. One soft click. That is all.I tiptoe through the corridor, rubbing the itch in my nose caused by the scent of lemon polish lingering faintly in the air. There
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-20The Alpha King’s Hated Mute Luna FORTY FOUR
ALAYNA’s POVGolden Eye is here. And he is with Drake.Red, searing pain and black despair. These two colors, these two forms of torture are all I know for the next few seconds. It is not as if I lose sight of the room, it is just that I see it from another angle.To realize that I have been married all along to the enemy, that I was in fact his greatest ally, is too much for me. Death, if it would just involve oblivion, would be more than welcome. But I know there must be a special hell prepared for the one who betrayed Ezra and I.I force my hands still as they tremble against the folds of the curtain and my bare toes curl against the cool marble, trying to anchor me, to stop the rising rage clawing up my throat.How dare he? How dare they?!Golden Eye chuckles low and sharp. “A toast to our victory then.”I hear a slow swirl of whiskey in glasses before they clink. They are drinking and I imagine Drak
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-21The Alpha King’s Hated Mute Luna FORTY FIVE
ALAYNA’s POVColin is slumped against the far wall in a crumpled heap, chained by wrists and ankles to iron rings set in the stone. His shirt is shredded, soaked in blood, both dry and fresh. His face is almost unrecognizable. Swollen, one eye completely shut, the other barely open.And yet, when he sees me, his lips twist into something resembling a grin.“Hello, Luna. You’re late.”“Goddess…” I gasp.“I’m pretty sure I still look like a man, not some lady from the moon.”“Colin!” I run towards him. My hands tremble as I reach out, not even knowing where to start. So much blood. He reeks of it, the coppery tang heavy in the air.“Well damn,” he croaks. “Didn’t think the queen herself would come down to see little ol’ me.”“Did Drake do this to you?”“Long story cut
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-22The Alpha King’s Hated Mute Luna FORTY SIX
ALAYNA’s POVThe prisoners had breached the mansion grounds before I even reached it.I push through the shattered front gate of the mansion, once the pride of the Northlands. Now, it groans like a dying animal beneath the weight of chaos.The grand arch that used to gleam with carved wolf sigils is scorched black. The night is truly filled with filth. The stars labour through thick smoke, mixing with the moans of the wails and the fast-spreading crackle of flames.The front lawn is littered with debris and torn banners, the crest of the Nightwalker pack trampled into the mud like it was never worth the blood it took Ezra to earn. The air is thick with fear, not just the scent of it but the sound, too. Screams. Pleading. The sharp crack of whips.I cross into the grand foyer and freeze.The portraits lining the walls, of past alphas and their victories have been slashed to shreds. Miniature marble statues
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-23The Alpha King’s Hated Mute Luna FORTY SEVEN
DRAKE’s POVI stand at the top of the staircase and stare down into the cold stone steps that spiral beneath me like a serpent, its spine descending into the bowels of the mansion. And at the bottom, she lies.Alayna. My Luna.Her lips are closed, matching her closed eyes. She looks so peaceful. Yet something is very wrong.A halo of dark crimson spreads beneath her head, leeching into the cracks of the stone. She lies in a pool of red. The reason is very simple.Her skull is cracked.My fingers curl tightly around the bannister, knuckles pale against the black iron. What have I done?Then I hear the frantic footfalls behind me. Wanda appears at my side and she gasps, her hand flying to her mouth. “Goddess…”She shoves past me and races down the steps.I follow suit but each step feels like an eternity. Why am I moving so slowly? Why is my heart slamming against my
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-24The Alpha King’s Hated Mute Luna FORTY EIGHT
EZRA’s POV(The event takes place concurrently with Alayna and Drake’s Wedding)There is pain. At first, it is everywhere, heavy and unbearable, and I struggle to return to unconsciousness. But my aching body drags me awake, taking back its many parts, each with its own special hurt: my head throbbing, my arms burning, my back cramping. I open my eyes reluctantly, feeling the sting of light.No.Not lights. The lights, theymove, fluttering like fireflies but pulsing brighter and slower, as if aware of their own glow. Strange.Then I sit up. Too fast. Way too fast.Pain crackles across my ribs like dry twigs snapping beneath heavy boots and I take in a painful breath. Damn, it hurts to breathe but the scent that wraps around my senses is so pure I have to wonder if it is real. I place a palm to my sides and inhale again. Lavender, sweet and sharp. There i
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-25
Pinakabagong kabanata
The Alpha King’s Hated Mute Luna SIXTY EIGHT
ALAYNA’s POVDrake crashes through the double doors, blood dripping from his side and disappears into the night.“No…Drake!” I lunge after him but I barely get a step before I am forcefully yanked backwards.Ezra’s arms lock around me like steel and my bare feet skid across the polished marble floor of the grand lobby. The scent of smoke, blood and ruin clings to everything. I thrash wildly, fists hammering into his chest.“Let me go! He’s hurt, he needs me!”Ezra does not say a word. He just holds on. And as he does, I see Drake, the man who swore he would never leave me, never hurt me, abandon me without looking back.No….don’t leave me. You said you wouldn’t.Something inside me shatters.As a draft stirs the broken glass on the floor, I twist violently in Ezra’s grip and my bare feet slip on a shard. Pain twists in
The Alpha King’s Hated Mute Luna SIXTY SEVEN
ALAYNA’s POVThe world returns to me in fragments. Light bleeds through the heavy drapes, and my senses stir. First to the sting of antiseptic, then the cloying scent of perfume, and finally, something sour that lingers in the air like decay.My lashes flutter and a frown fleets across my face. I know this room. This is Wanda’s room.The realization clicks into place like the final pieces of a puzzle. I blink again, trying to push through the fog weighing down my mind.“Ugh…” I palm my head. Why does everything feels off-kilter, it is as if I have spun too many times.My last memory flickers and I recall Wanda’s voice. What was it that she said? Then I remember a needle. That is right, she said it was just vitamins. And there was Drake, kneeling in front of me, holding my hand. Mira was there too. I think I asked a question or two and Drake answered. Then… nothing.An
The Alpha King’s Hated Mute Luna SIXTY SIX
EZRA’s POVWelcome to the Northlands.I look up at the cliff that we climb. It should be raining, though a sudden downpour might slicken our climb, surely, it would cut the stench of corpses floating in the ocean beneath us. Corpses of people who once belonged to my pack, corpses of those who dared to stand against Drake, corpses of loved ones who join me now in this fight.How dare Drake massacre them? He had not even spared the old and the weak. I close my eyes and invoke a moment of silence on their behalf.This silence does not last.“Intruders! Sound the alarm! Inform Alpha Drake!”We have been noticed.“MOVE!” I roar, voice filled with fury. My warriors surge past me, their war cries echoing against the jagged cliffs. They move in precision, slaughtering every traitor who had sided with Drake.“Kill them!” One of Drake’s guards yells even
The Alpha King’s Hated Mute Luna SIXTY FIVE
DRAKE’s POVAlayna slumps into my arms, all her strength gone and I catch her.Her head lolls against my chest, the cascade of red hair spilling across my forearm like fire set loose and for a second, I do not move. I just hold her, staring at the fragile curve of her lashes against her cheek.Alayna.My sweet Alayna. Limp and warm in my grasp, her breath ghosting against my collarbone. Finally, she has gone under, the bitter tang of that godforsaken resistance in her quieted. For now.I brush a strand of hair from her face. It clings to her lip like it does not want to let go. Neither do I, I want to hold her till the end of time.“How long before the drug takes effect?” I snarl, turning to Wanda.Wanda stands stiffly beside the chair, clutching her tray of vials like a shield. Her lips twitch a little and her eyes flick nervously between me and Alayna.“I
The Alpha King’s Hated Mute Luna SIXTY FOUR
ALAYNA’s POV “Wait!” The word shreds its way out of my throat and Wanda’s hand halts mid-air, the syringe hovering inches from my arm. Then, I sneeze. ACHOO! It explodes from me. My body jerks forward, my shoulder crashing lightly into the tray stand and droplets spray onto my mother’s face. They say time slows down when something important happens. It truly does. Wanda’s eyes go wide from the sudden onslaught of aerosol burst. Her face twists in disgust, her fingers twitch and the syringe slips from her grip, spiralling in the air before it crashes to the floor with a crisp, metallic ting. The sound lingers in the air, ringing like a struck bell, shrill and damning. Wanda’s face hardens, her lips press into a tight line, her nostrils flare and her painted eyes narrow into cold slits. “Brilliant,” she snaps, furious. Mira rushes forward to pick up the syringe but Wanda waves her off with a sharp gesture. “Forget it. Once it touches the floor, it’s contaminated.” She mutters
The Alpha King’s Hated Mute Luna SIXTY THREE
EZRA’s POVThe cloth bag feels light in my hand, sagging just slightly against the bed as I toss the last of my meagre possessions inside. A battered watch, the one miracle that survived the fall off the cliff and a handful of beef jerky wrapped neatly in brown paper courtesy of Carrot.Little Carrot sits at the edge of the bed, her short legs swinging back and forth and the soles of her shoes scuffing against the wooden frame. She watches me with wide, expectant eyes, her cheeks a little smudged with dirt as if she had come running straight from the fields. And like a perpetually curious child, Carrot is fascinated with everything and asks questions endlessly.“What did you eat back at the Northlands?”“Why is your hair black and mine orange?”“Is this Alayna of yours very pretty?And finally, "Are you ever coming back?"I sling the bag over my shoulder, feeling the r
The Alpha King’s Hated Mute Luna SIXTY TWO
COLIN’s POVBy the time I reach the Southlands, I am half-dead, sunburned and convinced I have sand in places sand should never be.Damn it. I stop and slap the grit off my ripped-up pants, taking the chance to give my balls a good scratch. They have been itching like hell, probably a truckload full of sand by now.The outpost stretches before me, a stubborn cluster of buildings clinging to life against the cracked, endless earth. The sky burns low like an angry orange overhead, casting everything in a feverish glow. Dust winds scrape along the ground, dragging tumbleweeds past my ankles.It looks like the kind of place where fights break out before noon and nothing good grows.Perfect.What did Ezra see in the Southlands anyway? He could have conquered the East, he could have conquered the West but nooo, he had to choose the Southlands where the rogues like to play.I drag my sorry, barefoot self
The Alpha King’s Hated Mute Luna SIXTY ONE
EZRA’s POV(SOMETIME LATER)The night air grows colder and the rain begins to fall as I continue training in the open fields. At first, the rain falls like a whisper, soft, almost hesitant. Then slowly, it builds into a steady rhythm that drums against the earth and slicks the grass beneath my feet.The Sorceress has long since left the fields but I do not stop. Beneath the endless black of the sky, I keep moving, my breaths escaping in white puffs that vanish into the dark. My muscles ache and my body screams for rest but I welcome the burn.I raise the pole again, gripping it tightly between my now-calloused hands. The torn skin on my palms knits itself back together, only to split open again as I continue. No matter.Strike.Block.Pivot.Advance.Each motion is sluggish now, a battle against my own body. Still fractured, still weak.But I cannot aff
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EZRA’s POVIt is near midnight and a full moon hangs low over the open fields beside the Sorceress' hut. The pale glow of the moonlight turns the grass into a sea of silver blades and the air shimmers faintly with drifting lights lazily circling the edges of the field.I stand shirtless in the clearing and barefoot on the cool earth, breathing hard, wielding a pole in my hands. It is a simple branch, stripped of bark and polished by use until it feels like an extension of my body. And as I move, my muscles scream in protest and beads of sweat roll down my back. Every swing, every pivot, every slash in the wind sends a searing pain through my very being but it is a pain that I welcome. Pain is a language I understand, pain means I am alive and that my body is working fucking hard to heal itself.“Do not stop, continue training,” the Sorceress orders.She sits nearby with legs crossed in perfect stillness, her dark hair fa
