My Ex-Alpha’s Sacrifice

Maya’s POV

The click of Hunter’s crossbow trigger echoed through the marble walls like a gunshot.

I didn’t have time to move.

The dark golden arrow sliced through the air with a deadly whistle, aimed straight at my back, but Lawrence moved with the supernatural speed that only a Lycan King possessed. His massive body stepped into its path, and with a roar that shook the foundations of the catacombs, he raised his royal sword.

The blessed steel struck the tip of the arrow midair, deflecting it just enough for it to crash into the stone wall, sending out a burst of golden sparks before falling lifelessly to the ground.

“You miserable bastard!” Lawrence roared, his gray eyes turning completely black with murderous instinct.

Hunter tried to reload the crossbow with his only good hand, his face twisted by madness, but his time had run out.

I pushed off with my legs, letting the power of my mystical she-wolf carry me forward, closing the distance in the blink of an eye. Before he could raise the weapon again, I slashed cleanly with my short sword, slicing the wooden bow in half, then drove my palm into his chest, releasing a pulse of silver energy.

The impact hurled Hunter violently backward, smashing him against the mystical stone altar at the back of the chamber. He crashed to the floor, coughing up blood, his sanity completely shattered after being overpowered once again.

I turned toward the floating prophecy of golden fire that still hovered above the Heart of the Moon. The words were clear:

“To seal the curse of rejection, the relic demands the blood of the Alpha who unleashed the darkness.”

“The prophecy doesn’t demand your death, Hunter,” I said, walking toward him slowly, my blade dripping with his own blood. “It demands your punishment. It demands that you pay for the land you destroyed.”

Lawrence reached my side, grabbed Hunter by his tangled blond hair, and forced him to lift his head onto the edge of the marble altar. Hunter trembled, staring at the tip of my sword with primitive terror, filling me with cold satisfaction.

With one swift and precise motion, I drew the blade across his palm and forearm, letting his Alpha blood pour freely onto the runes carved into the altar where he had once humiliated me.

The instant his blood touched the stone, a deafening rumble shook the catacombs.

The Heart of the Moon released a blinding flash and absorbed every strand of the forbidden black magic, stabilizing completely. Outside, a subtle echo told us that the barren land was coming back to life, breaking the continent’s infertility. The debt had been paid.

Hunter collapsed unconscious from pain and blood loss, reduced to absolutely nothing.

Lawrence ordered the Lycan riders, who had just descended into the chamber, to take Hunter’s body to the deepest dungeons of the empire.

When the last iron door slammed shut above us, we were finally alone inside the sacred chamber, with the Heart of the Moon now pulsing with a beautiful, pure silver light.

The adrenaline of the battle, the danger of the arrow, and the absolute victory over my past gathered in my stomach like a raging wildfire.

I looked at Lawrence.

He had removed his light battle armor, leaving his broad, sweat-covered torso exposed, every sculpted muscle gleaming beneath the relic’s silver glow. His gray eyes settled on my full hips and the way my rapid breathing made my chest rise and fall beneath the leather of my armor.

The chemistry between us exploded without a single word.

Lawrence grabbed my waist with his large hands, lifting me effortlessly with a roughness that pulled a moan from my lips, and sat me directly on the mystical stone altar that still held my ex’s blood.

“Lawrence… not here,” I gasped, even as my hands were already buried in his dark hair, pulling him closer.

“Right here, my Queen,” he growled, his voice breaking with savage, possessive desire. “On the very place where that idiot made you doubt how perfect you are. I’m going to erase every memory of him from your mind.”

There was no waiting.

With clumsy, desperate movements driven by urgency, Lawrence tore open the lower seams of my leather pants, exposing me. He unfastened his combat trousers and, gripping my thick thighs with brutal firmness, buried himself inside me in one wild, possessive thrust.

“Ah!” I cried out, arching my back against the cold stone, clutching his rock-hard shoulders as pleasure overwhelmed my senses from the very first thrust.

Their encounter was fast, rough, and suffocating.

Lawrence took me with raw, animal power, claiming his territory inside me while the Heart of the Moon illuminated our passion with flashes of silver light. His lips crashed against my neck, leaving bites that made me gasp with pure pleasure as I surrendered completely to the power of my Lycan King.

We reached our release together in a wave of delicious spasms that left us both trembling atop the sacred altar.

Hours later, after recovering the artifact and securing it inside a mystical chest, we returned to the surface.

The Silver Moon pack remained in complete silence, watching as their former rejected she-wolf walked beside the King like an absolute Empress.

We were ready to climb into the royal carriage and return to the empire to celebrate our victory with my father, Ryker.

However, just as Lawrence took my hand to help me step onto the wooden carriage, one of our elite riders arrived at full speed, bringing his mystical stallion to a screeching halt before us.

The warrior was pale, his armor dented, his face covered in ash.

“Supreme Alpha! Luna Maya!” the messenger cried, dropping to his knees, his voice trembling with panic. “You must return to the capital immediately! An extremist faction of the High Council took advantage of our absence… they attacked the palace infirmary and kidnapped former Alpha Ryker.”

I froze completely, feeling as though the ground had disappeared beneath my feet, while Lawrence tightened his grip around the hilt of his sword with devastating fury.

The messenger lifted his head and delivered the final blow.

“They left a message written in blood on the wall, Your Majesties. They say that if we don’t hand over the Heart of the Moon before nightfall… they’ll send your father’s head back to us on a silver platter.”