The Alpha King’s Hated Mute Luna
Somewhere above, a hawk cries out, its lonely call echoing against the vast black sky.
"Just because someone stumbles and loses their way does not mean they are lost forever," she says. "Are you not Ezra Nightwalker? The pureblood son of the Nightwalker family? Secret heir to Alpha Orion himself?"
The air crackles around us, thick with the weight of unspoken truths.
"Claim your destiny," she commands. "Take back what is rightfully yours, your throne, your power, your mate, your Luna."
And then, without another word, she turns and walks away, leaving me kneeling in the empty field.
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