The Triplet Alphas' Luna

Selene's POV The soft light of dawn crept through the window, filling my small room with gentle gold and pink hues. Today was my eighteenth birthday—a day that felt both ordinary and full of secret promise. As I slowly woke up, I felt a curious warmth in my chest as I touched the glowing mark on my neck. I lived with the Giselle pack in a quiet, hidden pack house deep in the forest. My room was plain but filled with little treasures and memories from the past. The walls, worn with time, told silent stories of battles fought and nights spent under the stars. But this morning, there was something new: a soft, pulsing heat that grew stronger with each passing moment. It was gentle yet insistent—a feeling that made my heart beat faster. Down the stone corridor of the pack house, the sound of voices and laughter reached my ears. In the hall, the pack was busy preparing for my birthday celebration. These were my chosen family—wild, free, and loyal—and today they had gathered to honor my birthday. Their voices were full of warmth and excitement, and each greeting made me feel deeply loved. “Selene, wake up! It’s your special day!” boomed Jarek, one of the older, kind-hearted members of the pack. His deep, friendly voice carried both strength and care, and it made me smile as I got out of bed. I quickly got dressed in my favorite, well-worn clothes and joined the others in the hall. The room was lively, decorated with simple ornaments and lit by flickering torches and the soft glow of the moon through high windows. Long tables were laden with roasted meat and steaming bowls of herbal stew. The air was filled with chatter and laughter, and every face shone with happiness as they wished me a joyful birthday. "Happy Birthday, Selene!" They all cheered. I felt the love and unity of the pack wrap around me like a warm blanket. But even as I smiled at the happy faces and joined in the cheerful noise, the strange warmth in my chest grew stronger. It was not just the excitement of turning eighteen—it was something deeper and magical. I had made up my mind to leave the Giselle pack house when I turned eighteen, to find out who I really was. With a mix of curiosity and determination—and as everyone remained busy with the birthday party—I said softly, “I’ll be right back,” and left the bustling hall. That was the best time to leave, to understand the strange, burning feeling inside me. Outside, the forest spread out like a dark, inviting sea of trees. The trees were old and tall, their leaves whispering in the soft night breeze. Here, away from the laughter and chatter, the world felt calm and full of secrets. I looked at the Giselle pack house once more, the noise and excitement of my birthday party filling the air. Yet, I couldn’t resist the pull—the strange call of the forest whispering my name. I bid farewell in my mind, stepped away from the flickering lights of the pack house, and without a second thought ran into the dark embrace of the woods, following the rising heat in my body and the soft, persistent murmur of my name. As I ran, I thought of how the pack house had nurtured me. I was born into this world 18 years ago, as I had been told; I did not know who my parents were—only that I had grown up in the rogue pack house. I also recalled the old stories told by the elders. They spoke of the secret mark on my neck, hidden powers, and a great destiny ahead of me. For as long as I could remember, I had always wanted to know if the tales were true, as they seemed like mere legends—myths and fables. But now, the warmth in my chest made me wonder if there was truth to those stories. Could it be that this mark on my neck was a sign of something important, something meant just for me? The feeling was both exciting and a little scary. It was like standing at the edge of a deep, dark forest without knowing what lay ahead. Yet, even with the fear, I felt a stirring of courage growing within me. I had always been brave, even when life was hard, and this new, strange feeling only made me more curious about who I truly was. The night air was cool, and it mixed with the growing heat inside me. The forest around me seemed to whisper secrets in a soft, gentle language. The moon hung high in the sky, its light shining down like a quiet guide, and the stars twinkled as if they knew something I did not. I opened my eyes and looked up at the sky, feeling a sense of wonder and anticipation. Every star, every shadow in the forest, seemed to be part of a great, unfolding story—a story in which I now played a role. The night had deepened by the time I stepped further into the forest. The cool air wrapped around me like a soft cloak, and every step I took made my heart pound with excitement and fear. Still carrying the mysterious warmth from my birthday morning, I moved quickly along a narrow, winding path. Every rustle in the leaves, every snap of a twig, made me jump. But I pressed on, driven by a strange pull that felt as if it were guiding me toward something important. As I rounded a bend in the path, a burst of mixed scents hit my nose like a ton of bricks—an apple orchard, strawberry scent, vanilla scent, the scent hit me from left to right. My heart pounds in my chest and the back of my neck prickles with extreme awareness as I inhale it slowly. It soothes my body In a way I can't describe. Following the scent, I found myself in a small clearing bathed in silver moonlight. Standing in the center were three men, tall and striking, their presence filling the space with raw energy. These were the triplet Alphas of the Bloodfang Pack: Ronan, Kade, and Elias. “MATE”! We all whispered out to nature.