Mated To The Twin Alphas

23: The Sacrifice Of The Moon

The world was silent.

No wind. No sound. No heartbeat but my own.

I floated in a sea of silver mist, the fractured moon hanging above me like a dying sun. The edges of it bled shadow, and every drop that fell became a memory — a flash of Damon’s fierce golden eyes, Darius’s half-smile, the laughter we’d shared before everything fell apart.

Then the Goddess appeared.

She did not shine this time. Her glow was faint, her face pale and almost mortal. The silver veil over her hair shimmered weakly as if even divinity had limits.

“Selene,” she said softly, her voice echoing through the void. “You have reached the heart of the curse.”

I clenched my fists, my power flickering weakly between light and darkness. “You did this to me. You made me the balance. Why me?”

“Because only you could love them both,” she whispered. “And only love strong enough to break worlds could mend them.”

My throat tightened. “Then tell me how to save them.”

She looked at me for a long time — and her next words felt like a knife.

“To end the curse, one bond must be severed forever. One Alpha must die beneath the eclipse’s final light.”

The words hung in the air like thunder.

“No.” I shook my head. “I can’t choose between them.”

“You must.” Her voice trembled. “The balance is broken because two souls are bound to one Luna. You were never meant to belong to both. The shadow feeds on that fracture.”

Tears burned my eyes. “Then take me instead. Let me end it.”

The Goddess reached out, her cool hand brushing my cheek. “If you die, the shadow wins. The world falls with you.”

I fell to my knees, my power rippling through the mist. “There has to be another way.”

“Love always demands a price,” she whispered. “This is yours.”

The mist trembled — and suddenly, the void split open. I saw them — Damon and Darius — standing on opposite sides of a broken plain of light. The eclipse burned above them, fire and shadow swirling in the sky.

Damon’s aura glowed gold, steady and defiant. Darius’s eyes gleamed silver-black, his expression torn between fury and grief.

They both looked at me — and I knew they could see what was happening.

“Selene!” Damon shouted, trying to reach me, but an invisible wall of light stopped him.

Darius slammed his fist against it, his voice raw. “Don’t listen to her! There’s always a choice!”

But the Goddess’s voice echoed through the world:

One love. One life. The balance must be paid.

The power inside me ignited. I felt both of their marks burning — one over my heart, one over my soul — both demanding, both true.

The mist began to rise again, pulling at me, forcing me to choose.

My heart splintered.

I saw Damon — fierce, golden, loyal, the light that had anchored me when I’d almost lost myself.

And Darius — broken, brave, darkly beautiful, the shadow that understood every piece of me I was afraid to face.

How could I kill half of my soul to save the other?

The Goddess raised her hand. “The eclipse is almost complete. Decide, Selene. Or the shadow will decide for you.”

Lightning split the void. My power surged, uncontrollable, violent. The ground beneath me cracked open — white light on one side, darkness on the other.

I screamed, my body caught between both forces, and in that moment, I made my choice.

I would not kill either of them.

I would become the balance.

The light erupted from me like a storm, swallowing the Goddess, the moon, the world. I felt my body dissolve, my soul stretching between the two bonds — not breaking, but weaving itself through both.

Pain became peace. Light became shadow.

And in the space between, I heard their voices one last time —

Damon: “Selene, don’t—”

Darius: “We’ll find you—”

Then nothing.

Only the sound of the moon shattering into silence.

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When I opened my eyes again, the world had changed. The eclipse was gone. The curse was broken. The wolves were free.

But I was no longer Luna — nor mortal.

I had become the Moon’s vessel, half light, half shadow.

And far below, in the valley I once called home, two Alphas looked up at the sky — both alive, both marked — their bond to me still glowing faintly across the stars.

Because love, even divided, had rewritten destiny.