The Alpha King's Contracted Luna Novels & Stories

Although he looked like someone who wouldn't be dreadful, but I doubt that since he is the Almighty Alpha King. My gaze darted to the woman who was sitted beside the Alpha King. It didn't be more of a second for me to realize that she was the supreme Luna, judging from her outfit. She was dressed in a royal golden lace which has this blinking stones emanating from it, her diadem was decorated in red stone. Her aura spread fears and confusion into my system. My legs wobbled at her stare. "So, she's the culprit?" The Alpha spoke in a domineering tone, almost causing me to shrink below the earth.

She turned her face into Dante’s palm for a second, drawing strength from his certainty, before looking back at the Echo and the endless mirrors. “Then the waiting is over,” Luna declared, her voice now ringing with a new, undeniable resonance. It was no longer the voice of a girl who questioned her place. It was the voice of a woman announcing her arrival. “I am Luna, daughter of Alarick, the Last Alpha King. The hidden heir. The Silver Wolf.” She let her gaze sweep over the visions of potential futures—the glorious and the terrible. “The prophecy gave me a choice. I choose to reign.”

Kaelion had left hours ago to make the preparation for the Alpha King. The Alpha King was coming. Darian Rhys Draven. She had heard his name more than a few times in her past life—a name wrapped in both reverence and fear. The ruler of the Obsidian Moon Pack. The Alpha of Alphas. Ruthless, powerful, and untouchable. He was the embodiment of control and strength. No one defied him and lived to speak about it. And today, he was coming to bear witness to her becoming Luna to Kaelion—the very man who had orchestrated her death once.

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 midwives stood side by side with each other, their hands trembling as they contemplated on who was to carry the baby. Before then was the Alpha King, his gaze rigid, carrying a rogue emotion. He didn't stare at the midwives, nor did he care to soften his dark eyes at the sight of his newly born. They remained fixed on the weak woman whose news remained laid on a wool bed, her legs still spread apart, blood soaking her white dress. His wife. His Luna. She could tell what the Alpha King had in mind already even without her raising her head to meet his dark stare. Her vision became obscured with tears, wondering what will become of her child.

I couldn't let anyone out there find out about it. Fated mate ought to strengthen the pack, and when she becomes my luna, then I would take over from my father as the next Alpha probably when I have an heir even before his death. I ballad my fist contemplating on a lot of things. My wedding with Elena was going to be in a week's time, and I definitely couldn't let anything come in the way of the wedding. "We're here." I heard Daniel's voice, and I turned my gaze at him. I turned backwards and ket Amanda still unconscious. "Take her in, I'll wait here."

The warriors looked nervous. Apparently those words meant more than I realized. The woman folded her arms. "And why exactly is the Alpha King protecting a stranger?" Kael's silver eyes darkened. "Because I said so." The woman rolled her eyes. Actually rolled her eyes. At the Alpha King. I stared. Who was brave enough to do that? She noticed my expression and laughed. "I'm his aunt." That explained everything. "Lady Elena Nightshade," she introduced herself. I bowed respectfully. "Ayla Mooncrest."

SOMA The Alpha princes are powerful, but everyone, including them, has to respect the high priestess. Without Lilith, the Luna selection ceremony can’t be held. And an Alpha isn’t complete without his Luna. Lilith steps forward, and the crowd parts. I’ve seen her face on my cousins’ TVs so many times, but she’s more beautiful in person. Not only is she the high priestess, but she’s also the Alpha King’s most trusted advisor. According to rumors, she wields so much power that nothing ever goes past her knowledge in Shadowspire.

“I want to know who's behind this. We can’t let them get away with it. Not after everything that’s happened.” My teeth clenched in frustration, the anger bubbling just beneath the surface, but as I looked around, I noticed something unexpected. They weren’t afraid. They were smiling. “We’re with you, Luna,” one of them said, stepping forward with a determined look. “We’ve thought the same thing.” You’re right, the Alpha King can’t afford for this to go unchecked. But you’re doing more than anyone could ask. He’s lucky to have you.” they added. I started to speak, but Alex cut in, his voice filled with pride. “No, we’re all lucky to have her. Our Luna is stronger than anyone else could be. No

“I need my Luna to protect my flank in a way that goes beyond the battlefield. If this war is tied to some ancient destiny, you are the only one I trust to uncover the truth and keep it from the enemy. Find out why I am their target, Ellie. That’s your duty as the Luna now.” He kissed me, a hard, quick, farewell kiss that spoke of both desperation and love. Then, with a roar that shook the very foundation of the Hall, Alpha Angus Shifted. His great, coal-black Lycan form towered over the Betas, who immediately began to Shift as well, their bodies rippling into war forms. The Alpha King howled a deep, loud sound of challenge and war that travelled across the entire territory. It was the comma