All Chapters of The Alpha's Chosen Luna : Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

Benjamin Reed's POV ***** Earlier*** “Alpha!! Help me!! They're going to kill me!!” Elara's scream tore through the thick forest. The sound of rogues tearing through her flesh hit my nostrils. I fought like a mad man, but my vision was too blurry, and so I relayed on my sense of smell. “Benjamin!!!!” Elara screamed one last time. **** Present **** The full moon hung low and bloated over the Black Mist Mountains, mocking me with its silent demand. Another full moon. Another night where the pack howled for a Luna they hadn’t had in six long years. I muttered in an exasperated tone under my breath. The packs’ howls echoed through the pines like accusations, each one clawing at the iron cage I’d built around my chest. I stood on the balcony of the alpha lodge with my arms braced on the cold stone railing, black coat whipping in the wind. Below, the pack gathered in the clearing…there were hundreds of wolves, some shifted, some still human, circling the bonfi

Benjamin Reed's POVI picked up a scent of cheap jasmine perfume mixed with desperation and the sharp tang of wolfsbane-laced wine.I didn’t even bother turning around. The desperate whore….selene… stood nearby. She was some redhead from one of the lesser allied packs, she was the kind who thought cleavage and a sultry purr could buy her a crown.She slid up behind me in the shadowed corridor leading from the alpha’s private study. The Gathering was still raging downstairs: music, laughter filled the air, the clink of glasses, unmated females posturing like they had a shot at impressing me. I’d come up here to escape the stench of hopeful females and their scheming fathers.She didn’t take the hint.“Alpha Reed,” she purred, voice dripping honey and venom in equal measure. Her fingers brushed the back of my neck. I felt so disgusted. “You’ve been hiding all night. Don’t you want company?”I stayed perfectly still, staring out the tall arched window at the moon-drenched forest below.

Benjamin's POV The river ran black and merciless under the moon, I stood at the rickety dock's edge, one boot on the bow of the boat. Marcus lingered a few paces behind me with his arms folded and impatience rolling off him in waves. “Alpha, the moon's cresting and the border patrols from Red Mist could sweep through any minute. The alliance talks won't hold if we're late.” I didn't respond. Timber was already restless…pacing back and forth, snarling, claws scraping bone. I dragged in a breath, sorting the night: there was wet pine and distant smoke from some rogue campfire. Then it hit. A sweet scent. Gods, so sweet. It smelt like wild honey warmed by the gods themselves, vanilla crushed under bare feet, and threaded through it all was the strong metallic bite of fresh blood. It slammed into my lungs like a blade, set my veins on fire, and woke something I'd buried six years deep. My cock instantly. twitched. It was so hard and clearly unwanted. “Mate.” The word roa