Chapter One

The golden hue of a Sunday morning spilled through the thin, threadbare curtains of Liliene’s cramped room—a stark contrast to the grand, sprawling bedrooms the rest of her family occupied. She woke up with a quiet groan, her muscles aching from the endless labor of the day before. She quickly made her small bed, took a hurried, lukewarm shower to save on the water bill, and practically ran down to the sprawling kitchen. Since her father’s passing, the mansion had become a prison. The staff was let go, and the heavy burden of maintaining the massive estate fell entirely on her fragile shoulders. She prepared a lavish breakfast—fluffy omelets, crispy bacon, and freshly pressed orange juice—precisely the way her stepmother and stepsister demanded. She ate the burnt scraps left in the pan, washing them down with tap water, before carefully setting the grand dining table. Taking a deep breath, she climbed the sweeping staircase. She knocked softly on her stepsister’s door. "Ayesha? B

Chapter Two

Liliene stood by the stove, the heat doing little to warm the cold dread that had settled in her chest over the past few weeks. It was barely five in the afternoon, but the heavy front door clicked open. She turned the burner down to a low simmer, wiping her flour-dusted hands on her worn apron. "Liliene? Dear?" Her stepmother’s voice echoed through the hallway. Liliene hurried into the living room, finding Mrs. Denver perched on the edge of the velvet sofa, looking unusually anxious. "Yes, Mother?" Liliene kept her distance. "Is something wrong? Did the bank call about the company again?" Mrs. Denver offered a strained, almost pitying smile. "Stop worrying about the company, Liliene. It’s saved. Everything is going to be fine." Liliene blinked, a flicker of genuine relief washing over her. "But... you look so upset. And you and Ayesha never come home this early. I'm sorry, I don't mean to pry—" she quickly added, ducking her head instinctively, bracing for a harsh reprimand.

Chapter Three

Sitting alone in the grand, dimly lit bedroom, Liliene finally pieced it all together. Her stepmother’s sudden, sickeningly sweet behavior that morning hadn't been a change of heart; it had been a curtain call. She had been playing nice to gloss over the ultimate betrayal. She had sold her. To an ‘Alpha?’ What on earth did that strange, terrifyingly handsome man mean by that? "Miss?" a gentle voice pulled her from her spiraling thoughts, followed by three soft, rhythmic knocks on the half-open door. Liliene turned and saw an older woman in a pristine maid's uniform standing in the doorway. She had been resting in this lavish suite ever since the butler escorted her upstairs, an order from the master of the house. "Yes, Ma'am? How can I help you?" Liliene replied politely, instinctively shrinking a little. "Oh, please, Miss, just call me Sylvia. I am the head housekeeper of the Walton estate," the older woman introduced herself with a warm, maternal smile. "May I please come in?

Chapter Four

Dylan caught Liliene effortlessly as her consciousness slipped away, pulling her limp, fragile body flush against his chest. The bite on her neck gleamed under the dim amber light of the chamber, the fresh crimson mark pulsing with the supernatural energy of their bond. She was his. The profound sense of accomplishment settled deep into his bones, soothing the restless, predatory beast beneath his skin. He lifted her gently, carrying her over to the velvet-draped bed. Laying her down with the utmost care, he sat on the edge of the mattress near her head, his large hand rhythmically smoothing back her damp, chestnut hair. "I’ve waited three years to finally claim you, Liliene," he murmured into the quiet room, his deep voice thick with a vulnerability he would never dare show her while she was awake. "I don't know what lies ahead for us in the days and years to come. My father and the Seer believe you are the key to saving me from the Grotesques, but I swear to you—even if that prophe

Chapter Five

The soft candlelight flickered against the warm crimson and midnight blue walls of the secluded basement ceremonial chamber, illuminating the plush four-poster bed tucked away from the rest of the packhouse. Alpha Dylan hovered over Liliene, his large hands framing her face with extreme gentleness. His dark eyes, usually cold and unyielding to the world, were filled with warmth as he gazed down at her. "Look at me, Liliene," Dylan whispered softly, his deep voice trembling slightly with emotion. "Are you absolutely sure? We can stop whenever you want." Liliene reached up, resting her palm against his heart, feeling its rapid, heavy rhythm. "I’m sure, Dylan," she replied softly, her voice steady despite the nervousness fluttering in her chest. "I’m yours. I’ve always been yours." "I don't ever want to hurt you," he murmured, pressing his forehead against hers. "Tell me if it's too much. I mean it." "I trust you," she whispered, leaning in to brush her lips against his. Dylan

All Chapters of Alpha Purchased a Luna: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five