Semua Bab Claimed By The Blood Moon King(The Alpha’s Hidden Mate): Bab 1 - Bab 5

Chapter One **ANORA** It was the blandest shade of beige. My mating dress, with ruffles that looked like that of a court jester, and a tulle skirt which reached the wooden floors. I stared at my reflection in the mirror, letting out a deep sigh as I definitely didn’t like what I saw. An unhappy bride. An unhappy mate. My mating ritual to Alpha Zayn was tonight. He was handsome, well above my age, the other women in the pack would grovel at their feet just to be with him and yet he chose me as his bride. Father took it at the first chance he got, after all no one was perfect for his Luna of a daughter except the strongest one in the pack. There was no bond between the Alpha and I. It wasn’t peculiar for two poeple in the pack to marry without having a bond. Mating bonds barely happened between two werewolves, and to continue the line arranged marriages are formed—Mating bond or not. I never wanted to get married, neither did I want a mate but I had no choice.

Chapter Three The Blood Moon King. It made no sense. The Blood Moon King was a myth, he was a tyrant who has lived for over 500 years. He was a monster according to tales of old, an immortal being who brought nothing but destruction onto the world. There was no way he was the one, the one told in the books. The King of all Kings, the Alpha over all Alphas, the Lycan, a being of hybrid nature—The King of all the Alphas, the one who conquered the blood moon. I took a step back, shaking my head vigorously, “No….no it’s not possible— “What isn’t possible my Ano— “Stop that!!!” I cried out, “You’re not real! You’re a myth!” “Myth?” He snickered, a wicked one as he took a step closer, I took two steps away from him. He turned to father who groaned from the temple door, in which he was hurled at. “Leave him alone!” I said defiantly, knowing I was basically powerless against him and did what I knew best, my voice cracked now, “Please..” He

Chapter Five I woke up to a room in the dark. It was grand, with glittering silver tiles that gleamed under the moon’s rays. There were two couches, velvet and in shade of sapphire. A large wooden chest, carved with intricate markings of some ancient lore I wasn’t sure off. My head felt woozy as I turned around to a large four-post bed, with a large purple blanket sheet over it, a plethora of soft pillows which my head laid on and a beautiful headboard with the same markings as the chest drawer. Where was I? The question troubled me greatly as I placed a hand over my head. The last thing I remembered was my wedding, and my father being wounded, and—- A door opened, a faint light from the outside shone in the room and I quickly yelped into a corner. I grabbed onto the nightlight, a beautiful candleholder which could source as a powerful weapon if I used it correctly. “You’re finally awake.” I heard a female voice. Soft, pure. I stepped out of the shadows