All Chapters of Moonlit Legacy: Claimed By The Alpha King : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

CHAPTER 1: THE GREAT BETRAYALS.RAYA'S POV."Silence!" The sound of the Priestess's staff echoing, amplified by magic, as it hit the ground, reverberated throughout the noisy crowd gathered in the great hall.Fiona, the Priestess of our pack, got everyone's attention. Everyone's interest was piqued. I, on the other hand, had both a mixture of anxiety and eagerness.The Festival of Spirits - an annual event that was peculiar to just the Greyhound pack, my pack the second most powerful pack in all of the domain of the king, had the whole city gathered. But this time, it doubled as the Nuptial Ceremony of Jamey, the newly appointed Alpha of our pack, and myself. "Worry not, child. It'll all be over soon," Ingrid, the oldest maid in my family's household, said to me as she stood beside her. I cracked a mild smile, but my anxiety was visible. I shouldn't be anxious, but I couldn't help it.Turning to the side, I met the haughty smirk of Victoria, my childhood nemesis. Furrowing my brow,

CHAPTER 3: MINE!RAYA'S POV.King Barakar walked into his tent after a while, and found me standing, fidgeting. I quickly fell on my knees, looking down. Squinting his eyes slightly, he wondered what was going on."M- My Lord. Please forgive me for not recognizing you. I have never been outside Ravenhill, and I may not have paid proper attention to be able to recognize you. Please, spare me. Please!" I begged. The king looked at me stoically, then he calmly walked over to the table and poured himself a glass of wine and drank it partially. Setting the cup down, he turned and looked at me as he sat down."Have a seat." I wasn't sure I heard right, so I was hesitant. But the Alpha King didn't repeat himself. So I slowly got up and sat down at the other end of the table. It was a make-shift table so we weren't far apart. Tales I heard about the Alpha King growing up contributed immensely to her fear. "Go on. Eat," he said. I gulped, afraid that he may be testing me. "This isn't a t

CHAPTER 5: NOWHERE ELSE.RAYA'S POV."What in the name of the old gods has got this town so worked up?" an elderly man asked frustratedly as he walked past a merchant, supporting himself with his cane."Haven't you heard?" a female trader asked."Heard what?" he asked, halting. "The Alpha King, Barakar, arrived in Ravenhill unannounced." "I'm aware. The excessive number of soldiers patrolling the streets gave that away. Is there anything spectacular about that??" the elderly man said in an unbothered manner."He claimed for himself a mate." "He did, eh? That still doesn't make it any more spectacular," the man said. "You're one pessimistic old bigot, you know that?" The merchant shook her head, pursing her lips. "If you've lived as long as I have, few things tend to move you," he responded and continued walking slowly. "He claimed someone from Ravenhill."Hearing that, the old man halted once again and turned, furrowing his brow. "And who exactly is that?" "The rejected mate of

CHAPTER 7: NEW LIFE. RAYA'S POV.Sitting in front of the dressing mirror, I stared at myself. Dressed differently from how I used to in Ravenhill, I looked different. I felt different even. Hearing a knock on the door, I got up and answered it. As the door swung open, a more mature woman than the maids who attended to me earlier bowed. "My Lady. It is such an honor to meet you. My name is Kieran, Arm of the Luna," she said introducing herself. I furrowed her brow a bit as I looked at her."In simple terms, I am your Chamberlain, my Lady. I oversee the affairs of the Luna," Kieran explained, seeing that I did not understand the last part of her previous statement."Oh! It's a pleasure to meet you," I bowed slightly."Please don't ever do that again, my Lady. I'd like to keep my head intact," Kieran chuckled nervously. "I'm sorry for not being around to receive you. We were not expecting anyone." I said nothing as a mild smile crept up my face. Of course, I wasn't expecting to be in

CHAPTER 9: STAYING WITHIN BORDERS.Walking down the streets of Winterhill, a man dressed in thick furry clothes walked in the cold of the shimmering night typical of the city. His breath was visible as he panted with every strenuous step he took on the snowy path.Seeing fewer folks on the streets at such a time of the day was the norm. Folks were mostly home, enjoying the warmth they derived within the walls of their homes, while others sought other less chivalrous ways to keep themselves warm. The man arrived at a building which bore the sign "Dana's Pub," and he pushed open the door. He was hit with the loud noise of chattering, laughter, music, and of course ale.Standing by the door, he sighed satisfactorily, drawing in the sweaty stench of the locals that were within in their droves. Smiling, he walked over to a table and pushed aside a man who had passed out and sat in his seat. He grabbed the man's half-filled cup and chugged down the drink. He clicked his tongue as he moane