All Chapters of THE ALPHA'S CURSED LUNA [ENGLISH]: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The cold morning mist always clung to the jagged peaks of the Whispering Mountains, but inside the training grounds of the Silver Crescent Pack, the air tasted of dirt, sweat, and humiliation.​"Again," Brandon barked, his voice echoing off the stone walls of the arena.​Seraphina Elyndra Vaelcrest pushed herself up from the mud, her breath hitching in her chest. Her hands were raw, scraped against the gravelly earth, and her oversized tunic was soaked through with muddy water. She wiped a streak of blood from her lower lip with the back of her hand, keeping her gaze pinned to the ground.​"I said, get up, Seraphina," Brandon sneered, stepping closer. His chest heaved slightly, not from exhaustion, but from the sheer thrill of the hunt. He was her cousin, the Alpha’s son, and the undisputed golden boy of the Silver Crescent. At twenty-four, his wolf was a massive, lethal beast with fur the color of midnight.​Seraphina, at twenty-three, had nothing. No claws. No fangs. No inner howl.

The air inside the Silver Crescent territory grew thicker with every passing hour, charged with a frenetic, almost manic energy. The upcoming Blood Moon Ceremony was no longer just a sacred tradition; with the High Alpha King residing within their very walls, it had become a high-stakes political theater.​In the lower courtyard, far from the grand halls where the royal entourage dined, the pack was a hive of activity. Omegas hurried past with baskets of fresh silk, warriors polished their ceremonial armor to a mirror shine, and the daughters of the pack nobility huddled in small, whispering cliques.​Seraphina moved silently through the chaos, scrubbing the stone balustrade of the eastern gallery. She kept her head down, but her human ears, sharp from years of listening to things she wasn't supposed to hear, caught every scrap of gossip drifting through the mountain breeze.​"They say he hasn't looked at a single woman since he arrived," Tricia whispered, leaning against a pillars as

Kaelor’s molten gold eyes never wavered from Seraphina’s face. The cold, unyielding mask of the Supreme Monarch of the Seven Moon Kingdoms had completely vanished, replaced by a raw, primal intensity that made the surrounding air hum with static energy.​"It's... it's impossible," Alpha Garrick whispered from the front row, his voice trembling so violently it barely carried across the stone steps. "She is a ghost. A mutation. She has no wolf."​Kaelor ignored him entirely. His focus was entirely narrowed down to the girl standing before the sacred flames. With every step he took toward her, the invisible threads of the universe seemed to tighten, pulling at his chest, demanding that he close the distance.​"Kaelor..." Luna Evelyn breathed, her hands flying to her mouth in a mixture of horror and awe. "The prophecy... the century of silence..."​"Silence," Kaelor commanded, his voice a low, vibrating growl that vibrated through the very marrow of everyone present. He didn't look at Eve

​The dense pines of the Whispering Woods gradually gave way to trees twisted by time—black-barked oaks with leaves that shimmered like crushed velvet under the starless sky. The air here didn't smell of the Silver Crescent's structured borders or the ash of Kaelor's vanguard. It smelled of ancient frost, damp stone, and a strange, heavy magic that made the hairs on Seraphina’s arms stand up.​"We are crossing the veil," Lysander murmured, his deep baritone vibrating against her shoulder as he slowed his pace to a steady, predatory stride. "Stay quiet. The forest has eyes here."​"Where are you taking me, Lysander?" Seraphina asked, her voice trembling as she looked up at his sharp, marble-carved jawline. "The High King’s army... they will hunt us. Brandon said there is nowhere on the continent the Crimson Dominion cannot reach."​Lysander let out a low, humorless huff that warmed the freezing air between them. "The High King rules the land of the living, little bird. He has no dominio

​The absolute darkness did not stay dark for long. The moment Seraphina took her fourth step into the hidden cavern, a soft, low-frequency hum vibrated through the soles of her boots. A trail of pale, celestial blue fire ignited along the floor, racing down a grand, wide-set descending staircase and illuminating a massive subterranean chamber that stole the breath straight from her lungs.​"This... this isn't just a simple ruin," Seraphina whispered to herself, her voice bouncing off the impossibly high vaulted ceilings. "It's a temple."​Great pillars of pure, unblemished white moonstone rose from the floor, entirely untouched by the dust, decay, or moisture of the outer world. Unlike the dark, suffocating obsidian architecture of the Crimson Dominion or the rustic, military timber of the Silver Crescent packhouse, this place looked as though it had been meticulously carved from the frozen surface of the moon itself.​As she walked deeper, the light from the pale fire grew brighter,