All Chapters of The Alpha Kings Enemy, His Fated Luna: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

Anatolia felt the weight of something on her stomach. It wasn't heavy; it felt small and warm, and it shifted slightly whenever she breathed. For a confused moment, she thought it was one of her training injuries that had reopened, that old wound in her abdomen. Then something warm poked her cheek."Mommy?"Anatolia's eyes flew open.A little girl was sitting on her stomach with her legs crossed and her chin propped on her tiny palms. She had silver hair that fell in messy waves down her shoulders and large golden eyes paired with the most adorable smile Anatolia had ever seen."Mommy, you're awake!" The child sat up and clapped her hands together. "Finally! I've been waiting forever and ever and ever!"Anatolia just stared, taking in the silver hair and the golden eyes and the small, chubby face that was beaming down at her as though this was just a normal morning.Her last memory was pain. She remembered the temple ruins collapsing around her and remembered the silver sword that she

Two years earlier.The silver sword drove into the Alpha King's shoulder with a satisfying sound.Anatolia had imagined this moment a thousand times while she trained. In her fantasies, Harolin Draycott would scream for mercy as she stabbed him, and he would fall to his knees, clutching the wound, while she watched as the life drained from his golden eyes.She would finally avenge every human he had killed, every village that his armies had burned, and all the children who had died beneath the claws of this monstrous wolf.Instead, the Alpha King grabbed the blade with his bare hand and smiled at her."A remarkable weapon," he said, his voice calm despite the blood that was streaming down his chest. "Silver and wolfsbane, if I'm not mistaken, and also enchanted with runes that I have never seen before. Astoria's finest work, I assume."Anatolia twisted the blade through his flesh, but Harolin didn't even flinch. He tightened his grip on the sword, his fingers pressing around the sharp

Anatolia smiled, not because she understood what Harolin had realized, but because she had just gotten a one-in-a-million opportunity, a moment she had been waiting for.The Widow's Oath was a forbidden curse taught only to the Empire's most elite slayers, and it required three things: the blood of a real werewolf, the willing sacrifice of the slayer's remaining life force, and a moment of physical contact between the caster and the target.Harolin had just given her all three conditions.His blood from her sword had gotten smeared all across her skin, her own blood was dripping from her wrist, and his hand was wrapped around her arm.Anatolia closed her eyes and began to chant under her breath.Harolin's eyes widened."What are you---"A sharp surge of energy shot through the room, signifying that the curse had been activated.A black and silver mark appeared on both their wrists. It was a twisted symbol that looked like it had been burned into their flesh.Harolin screamed in pure a

POV: HarolinHarolin Draycott had faced down armies at the peak of winter, stared straight into the dead eyes of rebel alphas with their claws to his throat, and survived more assassination attempts than he could count on both hands. He knew how to bleed, how to bark orders that shook Astengard’s walls, and how to keep a ruthless kingdom from tearing itself apart.Nothing, absolutely nothing could had prepared him for the royal healer looking up from the bed with wide, unblinking eyes to announce that the unconscious woman who had just tried to slit his throat was carrying his child.The silence in the private healing chambers was so thick it felt like a physical weight pressing against Harolin's chest."Say that again," Harolin said, his voice dropping an octave into a low, dangerous rumble that made the silver pendants on the chamber walls rattle.Jemisha didn't flinch, though she gripped her herbal pouch a little tighter. She was an old wolf who had served three different kings, bu