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ALAYNA’s POVThe line goes dead.Father…The phone slips out of my hand and falls to the carpeted ground with a soft thud. I stare at it, trying to force my mind to find something, anything, to hold onto as my breath comes out in shallow gasps, fogging the air. The room around me changes horribly and an invisible cloud of fear begins to seep through the walls. It comes for me. Clutching my abdomen, I bend over and put my head between my knees. Purple dots dance behind my eyes. I am going to vomit. I am going to faint.NO!!!Now is not the time to panic! I force myself to think. I have to get to Father. I have to get to him now!I wipe away the tears on my face with the back of my hands and rise from the floor, swiping the phone off the ground. Then quickly, I hurry towards my wardrobe and yank out the bottommost drawer before shoving the phone beneath the pile of fabric. It should be safe here, no one is going to rummage through my underwear and bras. I think.I slam the drawer shu
Last Updated : 2025-03-06The Alpha King’s Hated Mute Luna FOURTEEN
ALAYNA’s POV(A few days later)I stand in front of the mirror, my reflection a broken version of the girl I once knew. A tiny vial rests in my hand, dark red liquid swirling around inside. It came in a parcel this morning, just as Golden Eye said it would when he called the night before. An unmarked box, wrapped in plain brown paper, with no return address.“Poison him.”The weight of Golden Eye’s words rests heavily in my mind as I turn the vial over and over, my fingers trembling. Ezra…Maybe I do love him. I had sworn to, the day I married him. I had told myself that in time, perhaps he too would come to love me. And even though he never has, even though he keeps hurting me over and over again, I still cannot bring myself to hurt him.Yet, here I am, holding his death in my hands. I know the consequences of refusing. I know the dangers that loom if I do not carry out this task. But the thought of seeing Ezra’s lifeless body… it tears me apart.I cannot do it.A sharp knock on the d
Last Updated : 2025-03-07The Alpha King’s Hated Mute Luna FIFTEEN
EZRA’s POV We are at the memorial hall. I sit at the head of a long mahogany table in a private room. Portraits of all the former Alphas hang above my head as I lean back into the armchair and drum my fingers against the smooth wood. The quiet hum of the memorial hall surrounds us, distant murmurs drifting through the thick stone walls, but in this room, I am alone with Drake and Colin. “What’s the status?” Drake leans against the far wall, his hands buried in the pockets of his jeans. He walks over to me and hands me a document. “I’ve got our men looking into the explosion, but whoever did it is good. We’ve got nothing solid to go on except for a witness who saw a golden-eyed man running away. The bombing wasn’t random—it was precise.” “Then we need to be just as precise,” I growl, feeling the anger rise within me. “I want the perimeter reinforced. No one gets in or out of our pack without our knowing. Colin, you’re on that.” Colin has a buffoon’s nose and a rabbit’s ears, plus
Last Updated : 2025-03-08The Alpha King’s Hated Mute Luna SIXTEEN
ALAYNA’s POVThe memorial hall is packed. Hundreds, if not thousands, have come to mourn for the fallen. I stand at the back of the hall, my eyes fixed on Ezra as he makes his way to the stage, his tall frame cutting through the sea of mourners.There is a hush when Ezra reaches the stage, and all eyes fall on him.“Northlanders,” his gaze sweeps across the room. “This is not just a loss we mourn. This is a betrayal. A shadow has fallen over us, and the lives of our pack have been taken—taken by a hand that we still do not know. But I vow, as your Alpha, that we will find the bastards who did this. We will hunt them down, we will make them pay a thousand fold for what they have done and we will annihilate them!”I find myself leaning forward, afraid I might miss something. His eyes briefly meet mine in the crowd. I lower my head, unable to bear the weight of his stare any longer.When he speaks next, his voice is lower, more dangerous and I detect a hint of murderous wrath in them.“A
Last Updated : 2025-03-17The Alpha King’s Hated Mute Luna SEVENTEEN
ALAYNA’s POVI stare at my hand, my fingers trembling, unable to stop the shake. I had slapped Ezra.I should not have done that. That was sooo wrong.My heart pounds in my ears as I lift my gaze. Ezra glares at me, his massive hands still cupping my face, ambers of rage swirling in his irises. For some reason, a mahogany table behind him catches my eye.It is broken into two.The sight of the splintered wood sends a cold shiver down my spine. Is Ezra going to break me into two as well?I gulp. I am as good as dead now. He is going to punch my face, break my nose and tear me from limb to limb before feeding me to the piranhas in his pond. Those piranhas are always hungry. They would probably enjoy eating me.I squeeze my eyes shut and wait for the first punch.And wait and wait.But nothing comes.Instead, I hear a sigh. It is a sigh of resignation, a sound I have never heard Ezra make before. Slowly, I open my eyes and Ezra lets go of my face, his hands dropping to his side.He turns
Last Updated : 2025-03-18The Alpha King’s Hated Mute Luna EIGHTEEN
ALAYNA’s POVI stand at the doorway of Ezra’s bedroom, watching him as he lies unconscious in his bed. His once-tanned skin is now a sickly shade of pale and his chest rises and falls with shallow breaths as endless numbers of medical tubes go in and out of his body.I do not understand. Why is he like this?Wanda moves around Ezra’s bed as two nurses set up a gastric lavage machine to pump out the poison from Ezra’s digestive system. Wanda presses her fingers into his pulse, checking his vitals, her face a mask of controlled fear.She looks across her shoulder and sees me. Quickly, she walks over and drags me to the corner of Ezra’s room, far away from anyone’s earshot. Her lips curl into a thin line of contempt.“What did you do, Alayna?” she hisses.What did I do? I cannot think straight. All I can feel is a phantom pain in my heart. The pain is indescribable, it is everywhere. Why is Ezra like this?Wanda’s eyes narrow and she stabs a finger at my chest. “You did this, didn’t you?
Last Updated : 2025-03-20The Alpha King’s Hated Mute Luna NINETEEN
ALAYNA’s POVEven as a child, I have always known that Mother loved my sister more. Aurora would have the best clothes, the best teachers, the best toys. She would have the best of everything. Once, I fell very ill. But Mother chose to go sightseeing with Aurora instead of looking after me.But the nail in the coffin came three years ago.That fateful day, on the battlefield in the woods, I was left to defend myself while Mother fled with Aurora. Had it not been for the Black Wolf, I would have died.I have never asked Mother why. I never dared to. I was afraid of her answer. So I did everything she asked me to, in hopes that one day, she would come to me and say, “Alayne, I am proud of you.”I have always hoped that at the end of the day, Mother would take my side if I ever needed her.I was a fool.***“It was her!” Wanda points a finger at me, her voice cuts through the air. “She poisoned Lord Ezra!”Her words hit me like a physical blow, stealing the breath from my lungs. I want t
Last Updated : 2025-03-22The Alpha King’s Hated Mute Luna TWENTY
ALAYNA’s POV The sound of footsteps echoes through the prison's cold stone walls, and the door opens with a creak. I become very still. Who is it? A stout, muscular guard with a thick, braided brown beard sticks his head in, the metal keys jingling at his side. My brows furrow and I fist my fingers. What does he want? “Lord Ezra has awakened. He asks for you,” he says simply in a chipmunk-like voice, belying his muscular image. Oh. Ezra is awake! I would jump up and run to him in a heartbeat if I could, but my legs are still wobbly. The guard frowns a little and extends his hand to me. “Let’s go, Luna. The dungeon is no place for a little lady like you.” This particular guard’s words surprise me. His compassion is a far cry from the two former guards. I pick up the empty flask next to me and the guard helps me to my feet, patiently guiding me towards the prison door. And right before I step through the door, I turn around to take one last look at my prison. I swear I wi
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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
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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
