All Chapters of The Alpha King's Silver Luna: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Luna was three days old, and she'd already broken six cribs.Not through violence or tantrums. Just... existing.Silver light pulsed from her whenever she dreamed, warping the wood, melting the metal reinforcements. We'd finally resorted to laying her on a bed of soft blankets on the floor, surrounded by protective wards the pack's strongest witches had crafted."She's beautiful," I murmured, watching her sleep. Even in slumber, power radiated from her tiny form."She's terrifying," Dante corrected, but his voice was full of love. "Did you see what she did to the bottle this morning?"I had. Luna had been hungry, and before I could even reach for her, the bottle had floated across the room into my hands. Telekinesis. At three days old."The oversight committee arrives tomorrow," I said, changing the subject I didn't want to think about. "Representatives from twelve packs.""Are you ready?""No." I looked at our daughter, so innocent and powerful. "But we don't have a choice."The next

Luna was three months old and already showing signs of advanced development."Mama," she said clearly, her first word coming two months earlier than normal babies.Pride and terror warred in my chest. Pride that my daughter was brilliant. Terror at what that brilliance meant."Yes, baby, I'm Mama." I kissed her forehead."Dada?" She looked around for Dante."Dada's working. He'll be back soon."Luna's face scrunched up—the warning sign before a power surge. I quickly set her down in the reinforced playpen we'd built.Sure enough, silver light pulsed from her. Every toy in the playpen rose into the air, spinning in a slow circle above her head."Luna, gently," I coached. "Nice and gentle."The toys lowered slowly back down. Luna giggled, clapping her hands.It was adorable. And terrifying.Because every day, Luna's power grew stronger. Every day, her control improved slightly. But it was a race—would she learn control before her power became too great to contain?"Luna's getting better

Luna's first birthday was both a celebration and a reminder.One year down. Four years until the Awakening.We threw a party—half the continent's packs sent representatives, curious to see the prophesied child's first birthday.Luna loved it. She'd developed enough control to mostly prevent accidental power surges, though occasionally a present would unwrap itself or a balloon would pop without being touched."Make a wish!" I encouraged as we brought out her cake—a massive creation decorated with silver wolves and a moon.Luna closed her eyes, her expression serious.I knew what she was wishing for. I could feel it through our bond.She wanted to survive her fifth birthday."Did you make a good wish?" Dante asked, lighting the candle."The best wish," Luna said solemnly.She blew out the candle—along with every other candle in the room. Power surged from her in a wave, extinguishing flames across the entire hall.Everyone laughed nervously. Luna blushed, embarrassed."Sorry," she mumb

The first piece of Harmony was in Antarctica."Of course it is," I muttered, staring at the map Luna had drawn. "Why would it be somewhere warm and accessible?""Because then it would be too easy to find," Luna said seriously. She'd drawn the map from her visions—a precise layout of an underground temple buried beneath miles of ice.We assembled a team: Dante, me, Luna, Marcus (we needed our Beta), Vincent (recovered and back to full strength), and six of our best warriors."This is insane," Marcus said as we boarded the private jet. "We're taking a toddler to Antarctica.""I'm not a toddler," Luna protested. "I'm eighteen months old and very mature for my age.""She has a point," Vincent said with a grin. "She speaks nine languages. I barely speak one."The flight took fourteen hours. Luna spent most of it reading ancient texts and occasionally predicting minor events ("Vincent's going to spill his coffee in three... two... one...").She was right every time.When we landed, the cold

Luna was two years old, and she was teaching pack classes.Not taking them. Teaching them."The omega ranking system is outdated," she explained to a classroom full of adult wolves who'd gathered to hear the "child prodigy" speak. "It assumes weakness is genetic. But my research shows that omega wolves have the same potential for power as any other rank. They just need proper training and opportunity."She presented charts, graphs, historical data—all compiled by a two-year-old who could somehow access the pack's entire archive of knowledge."She's incredible," Marcus whispered to me. We stood in the back, watching Luna command a room full of wolves five times her age."She's terrifying," I corrected. "No two-year-old should be this smart.""Does it matter? She's using her intelligence for good. Look at them—they're actually listening."He was right. Wolves who'd been skeptical of my omega reforms were nodding along as Luna explained the benefits of merit-based ranking."Furthermore,"