The Alpha’s Hidden Oath

The rain fell in relentless sheets, turning the narrow alleyways of the city into rivers of grime and despair. Luna’s bare feet splashed through muddy puddles as she was led, blindfolded and bound, to the infamous underground auction house. Her heart pounded like a war drum. She had heard whispers of this place—where lives were sold with the flick of a hand and the clink of gold. She never thought she’d end up here.The air inside was heavy, reeking of damp stone, sweat, and something darker—fear. The blindfold was ripped away, and Luna blinked against the sudden flare of torchlight. She stood on a raised platform, surrounded by figures cloaked in opulence and shadow. Their faces were hidden behind ornate masks, but their eyes gleamed with hunger. Not for food, but for power. Control. Possession."Lot number 47," the auctioneer’s voice rang out. "Female. Human. Unmarked. Virgin. Spirited disposition."Luna’s jaw clenched. Spirited? Was that the polite word they used when a girl fought

The days at Blackmoor passed in a strange haze for Luna. The estate, with its echoing halls and flickering candlelight, felt like both a sanctuary and a cage. Every corner held a secret, every shadow whispered of a past she barely understood. But the truth was undeniable—her life was unraveling, and the more she learned, the more entangled she became in a web spun long before she was born.Kael was distant but watchful. Though his silver eyes betrayed a fierce protectiveness, he remained a mystery she could not penetrate. Luna's questions were met with half-truths or silence, and yet, despite the frustration, she felt an undeniable pull toward him—a force that seemed to bind them together beyond reason.One evening, as the storm raged outside, Luna found herself standing before an ancient portrait hanging in the grand hallway—a woman with striking features, eyes as piercing as her own. The plaque read: *Elara Ardent, the Last Seer.*Her breath caught."She was my mother," Kael's voice

The estate buzzed with tension. Luna stood on the balcony, the cool night air brushing against her skin. The horizon was painted with hues of orange and pink, but the beauty of the sunset did little to calm her nerves.Kael had been distant since the revelation of the impending threat. His days were consumed with meetings, and Luna felt the weight of solitude pressing down on her. Determined not to be sidelined, she sought out Kael in the war room."Kael," she began, her voice steady, "I want to help."He looked up, surprise flickering in his eyes. "Luna, this isn't your burden.""But it is," she insisted. "I have visions, insights that could aid our strategy."Kael studied her for a moment before nodding. "Very well. Let's begin."Together, they pored over maps and reports, Luna's visions providing invaluable guidance. As days turned into nights, their bond deepened, forged in the crucible of shared purpose.One evening, as they reviewed intelligence, a messenger burst in, breathless

The forest grew denser as Luna and her companions ventured deeper, the canopy above filtering the sunlight into ethereal patterns on the forest floor. The air was thick with anticipation, each step bringing them closer to the sanctuary mentioned in the ancient scroll.As they approached a clearing, a sudden hush fell over the group. Before them stood a grand archway, entwined with vines and glowing with a soft, otherworldly light. The entrance to the sanctuary.Kael stepped forward, his eyes scanning the structure. "This is it," he murmured. "The place from the scroll."Luna nodded, her heart pounding. "Let's proceed with caution."Upon entering, they found themselves in a vast chamber, the walls adorned with murals depicting the history of their kind. At the center stood a pedestal, upon which rested a crystalline orb pulsating with energy.As Luna approached, the orb emitted a blinding light, and the chamber transformed. The murals came to life, illustrating scenes of ancient battle

The aftermath of Queen Seraphine's defeat brought a deceptive calm to the realm. Villages began to rebuild, and the scars of war slowly healed. Luna, now recognized as the unifying leader, traveled across the land, offering solace and guidance.Yet, whispers of a new menace began to surface. Traders spoke of a clandestine group known as the Hollow Flame, remnants of Seraphine's loyalists who believed Luna's blood held the key to ultimate power.Determined to confront this threat, Luna convened a council with Kael and other trusted allies. "We cannot allow the Hollow Flame to fester," she declared. "Their beliefs threaten the very peace we've fought for."Kael nodded, his expression grave. "Their influence grows in the shadows. We must act swiftly."Embarking on a journey to the southern territories, Luna and her companions encountered villages where fear reigned. Symbols of the Hollow Flame were etched into walls, and tales of abductions and dark rituals were rampant.In one such vill