Ludwig Hetalia Novels & Stories

“Watch your tongue, Marcellus. Do not presume to lecture me about what I’ve lost. You weren’t there. You didn’t see her lifeless body. You didn’t hear her screams!” Elder Hadrian, the eldest among them, leaned forward, his wrinkled hands clasped tightly. “Alpha, this path you’re on—it’s tearing the pack apart. A lot of people are dying, suffering because of this endless war. We need stability. We need a leader who can guide us forward, not drag us further into chaos.” I laughed bitterly, the sound echoing in the chamber. “Stability? You think I’ll find stability while Damien breathes? While the man who murdered my Luna mocks me from the shadows?”

Don't let me continue to endure this, goddess. Ten minutes of tears mingled with prayers later, I rose from my seat. Enough was enough. I couldn't remain weak like this. Crying wouldn't resolve anything. It was time to reveal my true self. I was Luna – resilient and steadfast. Even as Alpha Alex prepared to remarry, I remained Luna within this pack. My identity would not waver. I would give birth to the future alpha, safeguarding what was rightfully mine from that woman. I had to be strong for the sake of my unborn child. I was certain I could do it.