All Chapters of The Alpha's Human Luna : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Chapter 1**Glimpse of the past**A young woman sprints through the dense dark forest, trying to get away from her abductors. Thorns and fallen branches tear at her pale flesh, and sharp stones gnaw at her bare feet, but she runs. Her royal robe gets caught in a protruding branch, and she falls. The sounds of her abductors draw closer, and she realizes it's only a matter of time before they find her. She looks down tearfully at the new born who sleeps peacefully in her arms, oblivious to the events happening around him.She is Luna Athena, Luna of Crescent moon pack, and the sleeping child in her arms is the outcome of an act of love between her and her human mate.She knows that her child is in danger, as children birthed from Humans and animals are considered a taboo in werewolf custom. Her clenches painfully as she realizes what she must do to save her baby. She couldn't bear to see her innocent baby murdered, the way her mate was.Placing her child under a large Oak tree, she wra

Atlas's POVI stood facing the window of my chamber. I watched as the sun slowly set, casting a warm, orange over the land. Against my will, flashes of that night crept into my mind, making my fists clench in anger. The night I saw the limb, lifeless body of my mother, covered in dirt and her own blood. It's been twenty years now but the memory is still imprinted and the back of my head, like it happened just yesterday. I was still a little boy then but I still remember the pain that enveloped my heart as I saw her lifeless body, and the rage that welled up slowly when I was told that humans killed her. Humans…those vile pathetic things, they'll remain pathetic and weak with no use whatsoever, till the last of their blood line.I heard my chamber door open and someone come in. I already knew who it was, thanks to my wolf senses.“My Lord.”“Kyle. I want you to make the arrangements. I will attend the mating ceremony tonight.” I said. “Yes, Alpha.” He said.“After all these years..may

**Astrid** I woke up with a gasp. My heart is pounding from the weird dream I had. The dream didn't make any sense, the only thing I remembered was seeing a blue eyed wolf. Slowly, last night's events came rushing back into my mind and I began to adjust to my surroundings. I stared around me in confusion. Sunlight sneaked in from the open window, making me squint my eyes. I recognised the old dressing mirror immediately. I was in my room in the slave quarters. How did I get back here? I began to panic. Was I caught? Am I still dreaming? I immediately pinched myself, and the stinging pain that came after, told me otherwise. I got down from the old mattress I owned and stared at the mirror and my eyes widened in shock. I still had on the clothes I stole and put on. And it's torn appearance and the dirt stains evident on it, told me that last night wasn't a dream at all. It very much happened. I checked my thigh, but there was no sign of an injury. Strange, I thought. The fabric was to

***Astrid*** The next morning, I woke up by the door. I must have slept off, after crying my eyes out last night. I stared out the only window in my room. The sun was already rising, casting a dim orange glow as it seeped into my room. Slowly, last night's events flooded into my mind. The Alpha had almost killed me. I don't know what it was that he did, but the memory still sends a chill down my spine. I'll need to steer clear from him, if I needed to survive. Though staying away from him is going to be near impossible, since he decided to make me his personal cleaning maid. Thankfully, the sun was still rising, meaning I still had time to prepare. Even though my body strongly disagreed with me, I got up, quickly washed my body and hair, then changed into my uniform. I stared at my form in the mirror, giving myself one last reassurance. “You can do this.” I said out loud to myself. I tied my brown hair up in a messy bun, looking at myself one last time, before bolting out in

***Atlas*** Sweat dripped from my face as I drove another brutal hook into the soldier’s guard. The impact jarred up my arm, painful, but satisfying in a way nothing else had been lately. The young soldier staggered back a step, boots scraping against the training mat, but he didn’t go down. Good. I needed the resistance. “Again,” I growled. He reset his stance, jaw tight, eyes wary but determined. I feinted left, then slammed a right cross hit that clipped his shoulder pad hard enough to make him grunt. The pack needed warriors who could take punishment, not crumple like paper. I'd always made it a ritual to spar with every new recruit, so I can test their strength and give corrections where necessary. I lunged again, faster this time, forcing the soldier to block desperately. His arms buckled under the force, and he slid a few feets away. “Enough,” Kyle called from the side of the mat, arms crossed. He’d been watching the whole session, silent until now. I stepped back, chest