Moonbound: The Alpha's Claim Novels & Stories

I hadn’t asked any questions other than for him to put it in writing. “John and Mary Moon are no longer in debt to Alpha Ernest Rock if their daughter, Isla Moon, follows through with the agreement made with said Alpha on this day….” Dated, signed by both parties, and here I am. Still not sure what that agreement is. Alpha Ernest goes inside of the office, and I am tempted to strain to see inside, too, but I don’t. I’ve never seen him before, the Alpha King, the head of all of the Alphas and all of the territories in our region, for thousands and thousands of miles. I’ve heard lots of stories about him, though.

Luna walked forward, naked and unashamed, the old tradition. She stopped at the altar. "I am here," she said. "As summoned." Lyra stepped forward, acting as Speaker. "Luna of Moonshadow," she intoned. "Once rejected. Once risen. Marked by the Moon. Heir to the Gate. You stand before the Council of Alphas to answer for your actions and to hear judgment on your claim." Luna's crescent pulsed. "What claim?" she asked carefully. Marros sneered. "Do not play ignorant," he snapped. "You have taken power beyond any single Alpha. Reshaped leylines. Defeated Selene. Bound gods. You have made yourself *indispensable.* That is a claim, girl. Whether you speak it or not."

As I left the hall, happiness flooded me because only would I see Damian, Donald, and Damon again, but soon, the stress of realm-hopping would ease. And handling the exchanges was daunting, yes, but it positioned me at the heart of this new era. So, I spent the next few days in the hotel, reviewing notes and pacing anew, this time with anticipation rather than fear. When the council finally called, I returned to the hall to meet the other Alphas. There were three of them, making four of us in total, Alpha Baro of the Shadow Pack, a grizzled veteran with a scar running down his cheek and eyes like shadowed forests, Alpha Garrick of the Moonridge Pack, broad-shouldered and boisterous, his pac

"It is an honor to meet you. I am the Moon Goddess, and I have been watching your progress with great interest." Alpha Wade was stunned, his mouth hanging open in disbelief. "The Moon Goddess?" he stammered. "Are you... real?" The Goddess laughed, the sound like the ringing of bells. "I am as real as the moon itself," she said "I am as real as the moon itself," she said. "And I am here to help you. You have shown great promise, Alpha Wade, and I believe that you have the potential to be one of the greatest Alphas who has ever lived. But you must overcome one final test, before you can reach your full potential."

Becca’s tea would have been good to taste tonight. Alpha Fauz's POV It was morning, I barely slept through the night. “I am not thinking about her today. I'm sure she would do well in her chambers,” I hummed to myself and also sounded a warning note to Finn. The Moon festival was around the corner. It was an annual festival where we celebrated eachother and worshipped our ancestors under the auspice of the full moon. More than this, the event serves as a front for political powers. New alliances are formed, boundaries are burnt, and mates are met. I had thought I would find myself a mate during this year's festival, but as it turned out, fate had it's plan.

As the spy vanished in shadows, Betha turned to the window and whispered to herself, voice dripping with fury. “You’re hiding from me, my prince. But you forget, I was born in shadows. And shadows always find their prey. I can only be your Luna, that title is mine” She smiled evilly. “I’m coming for you my Alpha” Back at Camp Ravenpine… Later that afternoon, groups were split into teams for shelter-building and fire-starting exercises. Kevin tried to mediate. “Okay, let’s all just survive today without killing each other.” “Agreed,” Sara smiled.

Without hesitation, she stepped forward, positioning herself as a shield, her protective embrace enveloping Lya. As her arms encircled Lya, the woman's voice carried a commanding yet composed tone, resonating with the weight of her position. "I am Allora," she declared, her voice laced with an undeniable air of authority. "I am the Alpha of MoonWar, and Lya is my daughter, the very future of our MoonWar Alpha lineage." Her words reverberated through the air, a resolute proclamation that left no room for doubt. In that moment, I found myself caught in the grip of conflicting emotions. The realization that I had unknowingly stood in the way of a connection that held great significance, not onl

Alpha Simon said, "Then it is fixed. Our Luna will take over Hamileja village. I will make papers soon and give it to Luna and Alpha to sign. Then we will do the next projects." " Okay." Alice said. She felt relaxed. Finally, she did something as she planned. Her goal was to destroy The Alpha of Rogues. Every time she was watching him, she wanted to kill him and his son. His pack too. She could not forget the way they sold her and the omegas who were looking at her for help. She could not help them at that time. But there were lots of omegas who needed help. 'One day I will save them and destroy you, Alpha Xander. It is the promise of the Luna of the Blood moon pack.'

Moon attempted to smirk, but his look was too anxious, as it darted between the younger Alpha and me. I scowled at Moon. “And I take it you picked something up, after you ditched me at our wedding?” “Someone,” Moon hissed, although his expression softened, as he forced himself to smile at the teenage Alpha. “Moon says that you’ll allow me to say my secret name.” The Alpha tilted up his chin with the same defiance as Moon had in the REJECT cell. “It’s Moth.”

Gamma Teddy went into play, and a string of dialogues crackled from the speakers. "Alpha, I want to thank you for standing with us to take out the Luna," a female voice spoke. A male voice, deeper and more commanding, replied, "We have the same objective—to take out both the Luna Queen and the Rogue Queen out of our way. But no matter what happens, my name cannot be spoken.""Yes, Alpha," two feminine voices replied at the same time.One of the women went on, her voice filled with desperation.