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THIRTY TWO
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2025-04-09 07:00:27ALAYNA’s POV
I sit by the locked-up window of my bedroom, my gaze fixed on the grounds outside. There is no sign of movement from anyone, the servants have all been hauled off for questioning.
And there is no sign of Ezra.
He has vanished without a trace.
I do not believe for one second that he fled and abandoned the pack. Ezra Nightwalker is no coward.
Something must have happened to him. I think. I bite at my fingernails. Ezra is strong, surely nothing could have happened to him?
I close my eyes and shake my head in frustration.
I have been under house arrest for what feels like years, though it has only been a few hours. There are two guards posted outside my bedroom door, the very ones who came with Drake earlier on. I had tried to speak to them, to ask them for news of Ezra, but they never once answered me.
I get up, pacing the room, unable to stand still and the guards watch me. The room feel
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The Alpha King’s Hated Mute Luna THIRTY THREE
ALAYNA’s POVThe door clicks shut behind Drake and I am left standing there, the weight of his words pounding into my mind.If I do not marry him, Father and Mother will lose their lives. There is no escaping it.I need to get them out of the Northlands. I need to get them to safety first, then I will find Ezra. Ezra is still out there. He has to be.I spin around, my legs shaking as I dash across the room to my dressing table. And there I see it.Eureka! My phone!With a trembling hand, I pick it up. My fingers fly over the keys, dialling Aurora’s number as fast as I can. She had promised to bring them to safety should the need arise.The phone rings once. Twice. The third time, the line picks up.“Aurora!” I hiss into the phone. I need her help to get Mother and Father out of here.“Hello, Aurora? Hello?” But all I hear is static. A crackling buzz, the
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-10The Alpha King’s Hated Mute Luna THIRTY FOUR
ALAYNA’s POV(SIX WEEKS LATER)The silk of the wedding dress slips over my skin, delicate as a whisper but it feels as if the hands of death are smothering me. I stand before the large mirror in my room, staring at the reflection of a woman I do not recognize.The woman in the mirror looks regal, beautiful even, with an oval face and full lips that have been trained to smile even when I feel like dying inside. But the emerald eyes staring back at me are hollow.There is nothing of joy in them. Nothing of love.“Sarah, are you finished?” I can hardly recognize my own voice. I had cried so much over the past few weeks that my voice has become hoarse.“Yes, Luna,” Sarah replies, her voice more cautious than usual. She knows how emotional I have become. She adjusts the dress one last time, smoothing out an invisible wrinkle, her face full of concern as she takes in my exp
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-11The Alpha King’s Hated Mute Luna THIRTY FIVE
ALAYNA’s POVA long, white carpet unfurls before me, stretching all the way to the altar. At the end of the aisle, it overlooks the cliff, where the sea crashes against jagged rocks. For some reason, the sight of the cliff feels strangely foreboding.“Luna,” Sarah calls out to me from the side. “Are you alright?”I am not.But the woman has been fretting over me since early this morning and I can see how tired she is. The least I can do is to put her mind at ease. I give her a slight nod and her worried wrinkles fade into a smile. She quickly takes a seat among the throng of guests seated in rows upon rows of white chairs.I take a deep breath, inhaling the salty sea air as I step onto the carpet, my eyes drawn to the beautiful wedding arch before me, wrapped in lilies whose white petals bloom.The ceremony feels like a dream. Or perhaps a nightmare.It is h
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-12The Alpha King’s Hated Mute Luna THIRTY SIX
DRAKE’s POVI pace relentlessly outside Wanda’s clinic. Each step is quick and furious and the gravel beneath my boots crunches with each movement.Why is she not out yet?I can feel my muscles straining beneath the tension, a simmering fury building inside me.Damnit, if Wanda does not come out soon, I swear I will kick down the door.My fingers twitch with pent-up anger. Maybe I should tear down the clinic. Maybe I should -The door to the clinic creaks open and I stop dead in my tracks.I do not even wait for Wanda to fully step out before I push past her and rush inside, ignoring the scent of antiseptic and herbs that assault my senses.My eyes immediately land on the bed where Alayna lies, pale and unmoving. She is still unconscious.I storm toward her, my hands clenched into fists at my sides. The fear in my chest claws at me, but my anger is louder."What is
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-13The Alpha King’s Hated Mute Luna THIRTY SEVEN
ALAYNA’s POV(This chapter runs concurrently with the previous chapter)“Pregnant.”I am in shock, pure and simple. I can only stare with damp eyes and wonder if I am losing my mind. I have to laugh and cry as well.Now I see the sunrise and feel the space beyond it, not just the emptiness.My anxiety, my fear, my confusion--all these things have now transformed into a solitary glow of wonder. For a while now I have cursed the Moon Goddess for taking Ezra away from me and now I can only bow inside in gratitude.Gently, I touch my belly. The corners of my lips lift and I whisper, “I’m pregnant….with Ezra’s child.”Moon Goddess, thank you for the life within me.Can I be more greedy and ask for Ezra’s return?From the side, Mother mutters something to Drake and quickly exits the
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-14The Alpha King’s Hated Mute Luna THIRTY EIGHT
ALAYNA’s POVI stand next to the desk, staring down at the secret drawer. My hands tremble as I touch the cold smooth surface of the phone.Golden Eye’s phone.How did it end up here?The question toys my mind, refusing to leave me in peace. Did Ezra leave it here before he left? He had been so adamant about finding Golden Eye, swearing to hunt him down. And yet, here it is, the phone—lying in the drawer in front of me, abandoned.This does not make sense.I glance over my shoulder, half-expecting to see Drake walking in. But of course, he is not there. I frown and run a finger across the screen. The phone has been switched off. Unease builds inside me.I have no answers, only more questions.But Drake would know about the secret drawer, right? Perhaps Ezra had shared it with him before he left.Without thinking, I move toward the landline on the desk. My
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-15The Alpha King’s Hated Mute Luna THIRTY NINE
ALAYNA’s POVBy the time I reach the mansion, the sun has already dipped below the horizon and made way for the rising moon. I look at the imposing building, sitting quietly against the darkening sky, its windows glowing softly from the lights within the building. I had not realized it took so long for me to get back. But then, I did stop a few times along the way when the pain in my belly became too unbearable.I gently stroke my belly. There is still no bump yet but there is no denying the life that is growing inside of me. “Little one, I am sorry. It must have been tiring for you to move around so much.”The cool wind stirs the edges of my dress as I make my way to the entrance and somewhere in the distance, I hear the howling of wolves, a reminder of the pack’s constant presence.Suddenly, another wave of deep, painful spasm hits me and I keel over. My hands press against my stomach.
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-16The Alpha King’s Hated Mute Luna FORTY
ALAYNA’s POVI 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
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-17
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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
The Alpha King’s Hated Mute Luna SIXTY
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
