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87: The New Alpha
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2026-03-26 00:02:07
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The Alpha's Moon Marked Luna 94: The Last Daughter
GraceShe shouldn't be standing like that. That is the first thing I notice. It isn’t her stance or the weapon at her side. It isn’t the wolves watching from the sidelines, waiting to attack. It is her stillness.Fern stands like she belongs here. Not like the prey that she was raised as. Not like someone who was lucky to survive. No, she looks like someone who chose to rise from her station. It is wrong.I strike first because if I don't, I might have to admit that something fundamental has shifted, and I refuse to do that. My blade cuts through the cold air, aimed clean for her shoulder. It should have been a disabling strike.She moves. She isn’t fast or desperate, but trained.Steel meets steel with a sharp crack that vibrates up my arm. She doesn't overpower me. She redirects me. My strike slides past her instead of through her.Annoyance sparks inside my mind. I pivot immediately, driving a second strike low toward her ribs.Again. She doesn't retreat. She absorbs the
The Alpha's Moon Marked Luna 93: Sister Against Sister
FernThe battlefield doesn't go quiet because of fear. It goes quiet because everyone understands what this is. This is no longer about strategy or territory. It isn’t about Vale versus Blackmoor. This is a reckoning.Grace walks forward like she owns the ground itself, her boots crunching over blood-stained snow without hesitation. Vale warriors part for her without being told. They don't follow her.I step forward before Gaven can stop me. His hand brushes my arm, a silent question. Are you sure?I don't answer him. Because this has been coming since the moment Grace realized I wasn't going to stay where she put me.Cold air cuts into my lungs as I move into the open space between the armies. Grace's eyes lock onto mine. She doesn’t look at me with shock or surprise, just irritation. Like she is sick jut having to breathe the same air as me. "You should have stayed behind him," she says immediately. "That's where you belong."Her words are meant to hurt me, but they don’t
The Alpha's Moon Marked Luna 92: The Rhythm of War
GavenWar has a rhythm. We have been at peace for so long that most Alphas have never learned it. They think battles are decided by strength, by numbers, and by rage.They are wrong. War is decided by patience. By knowing exactly when the enemy believes they are winning, and then taking that belief away.Snow falls again, lighter tonight, carried by a bitter wind that turns every breath into smoke. The battlefield stretches before me, lit by torches and the pale glow of the rising moon.Blackmoor stands ready. My warriors aren’t loud or reckless. They are simply ready.Wesley stands at my right, silent but steady. Justin stands slightly behind the command line, studying the terrain like a man trying to repay a debt he cannot fully name."Positions?" I ask."Left flank ready," Wesley answers."Center ready.""Scouts confirm Frostveil advancing through the eastern corridor."Justin steps forward slightly. "They'll try to collapse the center first."I glance at him. "Why?""They b
The Alpha's Moon Marked Luna 91: The Lines Don't Hold
GraceThey are whispering again. I hear it even before I enter the war tent. It isn’t what they are saying. It is the tone they are using. It is the careful way they speak when they believe a ruler is losing control.My boots strike the frozen ground harder than necessary as I approach. The guards straighten immediately, but even their movements feel… cautious. They no longer look loyal. They look careful.I hate that.The moment I push aside the heavy canvas flap, conversation dies. Maps cover the central table. I glance at the territory markers, the casualty tallies, and the supply routes. I see nothing but failure.Failure everywhere."Report," I demand.I don’t offer them a greeting. There is no softness in my voice.One of the allied Alphas clears his throat. "Our southern push stalled.""Why?""Frostveil diverted support."My eyes snap toward the Frostveil representative standing near the map. He is tall and pale. A long scar stretches across his throat, and his eyes
The Alpha's Moon Marked Luna 90: Wolves Run
FernThe battlefield still smells like death when I leave it. Even after hours of healing. Even after washing my hands in snow until they went numb. Even after forcing myself not to cry when some wounds simply refused to close.War changes the air, but it changes people, too.I feel it in the way warriors look at me now. Not with pity. Not with curiosity, but with hope, and that is far more terrifying.I walk beyond the campfires, beyond the low murmur of exhausted wolves, beyond the last watch posts where guards nod respectfully as I pass. They don't stop me anymore. They don't question me. They step aside.They move out of the way because they know whose mate I am, because they know what I did today, and because they saw what I am becoming.The forest greets me with silence. Cold night air fills my lungs, sharp and grounding. Snow crunches under my boots until I finally stop deep among the trees, where the moon filters through the branches like silver glass.I close my eyes.
The Alpha's Moon Marked Luna 89: Merciless War
GavenWar always sounds glorious until you hear the first wolf scream.Snow falls in slow, silent flakes around us, blanketing the valley in white that will never be clean again. Blood turns it pink. Then red. Then black as it freezes.I stand at the ridge overlooking the battlefield, the cold wind cutting through my coat, carrying the scent of iron, fear, and death straight into my lungs.Below me, wolves clash. There is no ceremony in it. No displays of dominance. This is kill or be killed. This is war. Blackmoor warriors move in disciplined formations, their shifts smooth, their attacks coordinated. To the west, Vale forces push forward with brute strength. South of them, Eastmarch survivors fight with something close to desperation; they aren’t fighting for something they believe in anymore. They are fighting because they are afraid of what will happen to them if they don’t.And Frostveil… Frostveil fights like predators that learned cruelty instead of honor.They don't roar
The Alpha's Moon Marked Luna 62: Under the Same Moon
FernIsara does not arrive like a storm. Instead, she feels like a breath of fresh air. Like something that has always been there, waiting for me to notice that she existed. ‘Run,’ she says softly.The word isn’t urgent. It’s an invitation to be free for the first time in my life.Riddick stand
Last Updated : 2026-04-01The Alpha's Moon Marked Luna 65: The Discovery
GavenWesley doesn’t knock. He never does when it’s serious.I look up from the war table as he shuts the office door behind him. His jaw is tight, his eyes are darker than they’ve been in weeks.“What,” I say.He drops a folded stack of patrol charts onto my desk.“They’re not guessing,” he says
Last Updated : 2026-04-02The Alpha's Moon Marked Luna 63: Claiming my King
FernIsara pushes me forward, but I feel uneasy on my feet. I know she will guide me. She will tell me what to do, but that doesn’t make me any less nervous. Riddick’s presence brushes against her through the bond. I can feel his eagerness. He wants Isara to claim him. For me to claim Gaven t
Last Updated : 2026-04-01The Alpha's Moon Marked Luna 67: The Mate
GraceI don’t hear him come in. That’s what unsettles me most.Vale’s strategy room is quiet at this hour. The lights are low, and the fire in the hearth creates eerie shadows on the walls. Maps are pinned open across the long table, and I am reviewing correspondence from Frostveil when the door c
Last Updated : 2026-04-02
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