All Chapters of The Alpha King's Luna Has No Wolf : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The great hall of the Black Moon Palace had always felt cold whenever the Alpha and his Luna had clashes. Luna Ross stood beneath the enormous silver chandelier, surrounded by hundreds of werewolves who had gathered for the monthly royal assembly.Every eye was on her. Not because she was the King's wife but only because she had no wolf.At twenty years old, Ross had spent two years carrying the shame of being different.In the Black Moon Kingdom, every werewolf awakened their wolf on their eighteenth birthday. Some transformed within minutes of turning eighteen. Others waited a few days or weeks.But nobody waited two years. Nobody except her. And the kingdom had decided what that meant. Defective. Weak. Worthless.Ross kept her hands clasped gently in front of her as whispers moved through the crowd."Still no wolf.""She's twenty now.""How can the King's wife be wolf-less?""I heard she can't even sense the pack bond.""Maybe she's not a werewolf at all."Ross heard every word. S

Ross lowered herself to the ground to think. She remembered how everyone expected her wolf to revive. One night. Then another. Then months. Nothing came. No wolf. No transformation. Not even a little connection to the beast everyone else carried inside them.At first, she was frightened. Then embarrassed. Then angry. Eventually, she had simply stopped expecting anything. But Knox had never allowed her to forget. Two years. Two entire years of being reminded that she was different. Defective. Weak. Not enough and the cruelest part wasn't even what he said. It was what he didn't say.He never asked how she felt. Never asked whether she was lonely. Never asked why she still remained calm when the entire palace treated her like an unwanted burden. He simply ignored her.nAs if she were invisible. Their marriage had been political from the beginning. Ross now understood that.Her father had wanted an alliance with Knox's kingdom, and Knox had agreed. But Ross had foolishly believed there mi

The battlefield had become more chaotic. The northern gate was gone. Enemy warriors poured through the broken walls like a black wave, flooding the kingdom with every passing second.Knox fought at the center of it all.His massive black wolf moved like a force of nature. He tore through enemy wolves with terrifying speed, his claws striking with enough power to send them crashing across the battlefield. But there were too many. For every enemy wolf Knox brought down, three more appeared.His warriors were being pushed backward. "Hold the line!" Knox roared.His soldiers answered with furious howls. But the line was breaking.Meanwhile, Ross stood at the edge of the battlefield, watching. She had seen war before. She had seen warriors train. She had seen Knox fight. But she had never seen anything like this. Blood covered the ground. Smoke filled the air. The screams of wounded warriors mixed with the growls of wolves.Then Ross saw Nash.He was fighting near the eastern side of the b

Knox refused to kneel himself. He had spent his entire life commanding others. Warriors bowed to him. Alphas respected him. Enemies feared him. Even the strongest wolves in the kingdom recognized his authority.He was the Alpha King. No one commanded him No one. Yet his wolf knelt before Ross. He struggled with his wolf who kept him kneeling down. "Get up." He commanded. His wolf didn't budge. His jaw tightened. "I said get up." Nothing. Instead, the beast lowered his head even further. Knox felt something unfamiliar crawl through his chest. Not fear. Something worse. Recognition. His wolf knew something he didn't want to accept. Ross was above him. Knox turned toward her. She stood several feet away, surrounded by kneeling wolves. She wasn't threatening anyone. She didn't need to. Her very presence had silenced an army. "Ross," he said. She looked at him. "Tell them to stand."Her expression remained calm. "I don't need to."Knox's eyes narrowed. "You expect me to kneel to you?"

Knox didn't sleep that night. He sat alone in his study, staring at the closed door. Ross's words kept repeating in his mind: You don't belong here anymore. He leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes. Then he flashed back to Ross standing at the royal dinner with wine dripping from her dress. The humiliation on her face yet, he did nothing. He remembered the warriors pushing her against the wall. He remembered walking past. Most painfully, he remembered every time she had looked at him. She had never begged. Never demanded affection. Never asked him to love her. She had simply endured. And he had mistaken her silence for weakness. Knox clenched his fists. “I was a fool.” The words felt foreign coming from him. —-- The next morning, Knox found Ross in the garden. She was sitting beneath an old tree, reading. He stopped several feet away. “Ross.