Luna Of The Cursed Alpha King Novels & Stories

I murmur to myself, triggering my mate’s questioning gaze. The Alpha King is standing in the middle of the room with his arms spread, causing the fabric of the long sleeves of his toga-like cape to flow towards the floor. “Future Alpha Blackwood, what an honor.” His clothing rustles when he joins his hands after welcoming us. “I see that you have been reunited with your future Luna. What a beautiful sight for my sore eyes.” “My Luna,” I comment, ignoring my father’s growl. “You can cross out the future, King Orestes.”

I pleaded with them, crying so hard. “You should have thought about that before getting so close to the Alpha King and confusing him. What did you think was going to happen? That we would allow a cursed thing like you to become the Luna of the Crescent Pack? No way! Life isn’t a fairytale, you dumbass bitch. You can’t be a slave one day, and wake up as a Luna the next,” he said at the top of his voice. So, this was all about the Alpha King? Did people detest me that much?

Realizing what he has done, he kneels down and begs, “I am so sorry, please forgive me for what I have done. He promised me that I would be King, and I would live forever. I would have never killed you. I promise.” Of course, he would say that. He knows I am about to end him. Lowering my head, I sigh and then raise my claws above his head before slamming them into his skull violently. As they pierce his skull, it makes a sickening bone crunching sound and then I hear someone come up behind me and I quickly turn around. Omega Larry looks me in the eyes and says, “My king, you just killed Alpha Jason. Was he the culprit after all?”

The great hall had become a battlefield of blood and prophecy. Arrows jutted from shattered pews. Obsidian banners hung in tatters, their silk soaked with ash and smoke. The marble floors were slick with blood. Torches guttered low, their light swallowed by haze as wolves fought tooth and claw—steel against fur, howl against scream. At the center of the ruin stood two figures the enemy had learned to fear. The Alpha King. And his Luna. Lucian’s wolf towered over the chaos, obsidian fur streaked dark with blood, eyes molten gold. He was the storm made flesh. Wherever he moved, bodies fell. Wherever he stood, the line held.

With the strongest body rumored to be blessed by the moon goddess as a werewolf, He was known to be a reincarnation of the Alpha King Sage I, the first Alpha King, and the founder of the werewolf kingdom. Many had called him names like the Tyrant Alpha King, for the royal palace has remained soaked in the blood of others since the death of the entire royal family. Treacherous ministers and nobles had been brutally murdered by the Alpha King. Commoners praised the Alpha King for his benevolent ruling, yet they couldn’t help but fear his name as a tyrant. And now, that same Tyrant Alpha King, was suddenly claiming me as his fated mate? That wasn’t even the worst of it, I heard the Alpha King h

In the deepest path beyond the lakes where light could not reach and where nothing but darkness resided. The waters slowly churned before they queerly parted as if it was obeying an invisible force. Then from deep within the cold lake coldness, he rose and one step at a time, elegant and unhurried, emerged a man of royalty and power. His golden hair clung to his skin and his eyes as blue as the skies glowed dimly under the dark water until they emerged from underneath. Charles, the First Alpha King had returned. He was regal, handsome and dangerous.

Ezra. His name hangs in the air, suffocating. The man I married. The man I thought I loved once, but now I do not even know what to call him. He is the Alpha King of the North, ruler of the Nightfall pack, and I, his so-called Luna. A title that means nothing in the face of what has happened to me. In the face of how he treated me. The tension coiling in my chest feels like a lie—a byproduct of what I thought was terror, but now... now it feels like something more.

The magical barrier itself wavered from the force of her power. Malakai struggled to his feet, staring in disbelief. "That's impossible. She was just a Beta." "Was," Luna growled, her voice deeper and layered with Alpha command. "Not anymore." Seraphine and The Silent One recovered, circling warily. They'd expected an easy kill. Now they faced a newly awakened Alpha with nothing to lose. "Round two, bloodsuckers," Luna snarled, baring fangs that could tear through steel. "And this time, I'm not playing nice."

It made the mark on my neck throb in a way that had nothing to do with Dante. I didn't know this man. I had heard of him like every wolf in every pack has heard of him. He's the Alpha King, ruthless. His own wolf is said to be cursed. "Why?" The word came out before I could stop it. Marshall’s eyebrow went up. "Why what, Luna Alba?" "Don't call me that. I'm no one’s Luna anymore." I straightened my spine, trying not to let my voice shake. "Why would the Alpha King care about an omega he’s never met before tonight?"

knew that he was right and that she would go to him. "You are..." He could see the realization in her eyes, and it pleased him to no end as he granted her a semblance of a smile and nod. "My name is Lucien Dreven, Alpha of Alphas and King of Werewolves. And you, my sweet- resilient bride will be my Queen and my Luna. We shall rule the Natus Kingdom together soon." And then he was gone just as quickly as he came- leaving her dazed and sure that her life would never be the same again... ***