Alpha’s True Luna

The moon hung heavy above the forest, casting silver light over the sleeping pack. The Alpha stood alone on the cliff’s edge, wind howling through his fur, his heart heavier than the stones beneath his paws. For seasons he had ruled through strength, not kindness — believing that love was a weakness. But when the new wolf arrived, everything changed. She carried the scent of the Moon Goddess herself, soft and pure yet filled with quiet power. Her eyes reflected understanding, not fear. She didn’t challenge him — she saw him. Each time she spoke, his rage dimmed. Each time she walked away, his chest ached. And though he tried to deny it, he felt the pull of the bond — the ancient mark of fated mates. When he finally faced the truth, the goddesses whispered in the wind: “The one you hurt will be the one who heals you.” And so began his redemption — not through control, but through surrender to the Luna who was always meant to stand beside him.