Mated To The Twin Alphas

10: The Moon’s Curse

By dawn, the world had turned cold. The forest outside the packhouse was silent, the mist thick as breath. It didn’t feel like morning — it felt like waiting.

Darius hadn’t slept. I could sense his restlessness even from across the hall, the pulse of his emotions flickering through the bond like a second heartbeat. Damon had ordered a lockdown until the next council meeting. No one in or out of the packlands.

The rogues weren’t the only threat now.

Something darker was watching.

I stood by the window in the Alpha’s study, staring at the horizon where the moon had set hours ago. The mark on my wrist still glowed faintly, a reminder of everything I couldn’t explain.

When Damon entered, I didn’t turn. “He’s not getting better.”

“I know.” His voice was low, rough from lack of sleep. “He hides it, but I can feel it too. The shadow’s inside him.”

I faced him then, seeing the strain around his eyes. “You said we’d find out what the Moon put in me. Maybe that’s how we stop it.”

Damon hesitated. “There’s one place that might have answers. The Lunar Archives.”

I frowned. “That’s a legend.”

“Not to my mother,” he said quietly. “Before she died, she told us the Moon’s mark wasn’t a blessing — it was a curse born from betrayal. Only the blood of the cursed can awaken it.”

“And you think that’s me?”

“I think…” He stepped closer, searching my face. “The moment you came into our territory, the moon shifted. The pull, the bond — it wasn’t just fate. It was prophecy.”

I shook my head. “Prophecy?”

He nodded. “An old one — about a moonborn girl tied to twin souls. Her light would unite them… or destroy them.”

The words hung between us, heavy and dangerous.

Before I could respond, the door burst open. Darius staggered inside, breathing hard, his skin pale as frost. “The rogues—” He gasped, gripping the doorframe. “They’re moving again. But not attacking. They’re gathering near the northern ridge.”

Damon’s posture tensed immediately. “That’s near the old ruins.”

Darius nodded, eyes darkening. “And they’re chanting something. Over and over.” His voice dropped to a whisper. “Selene’s name.”

The room went still.

I froze, the mark on my wrist burning so hot it hurt.

Damon moved to the weapons rack, already issuing orders. “We’re ending this before it spreads.”

But Darius shook his head. “No. They’re not attacking the pack. They’re… calling her. Like she’s their queen.”

I felt the world tilt under me. “That’s impossible.”

“Is it?” he asked, voice rough, eyes flickering between gold and that terrible black. “Because when they said your name, I felt it too. Like something inside me wanted to answer.”

Damon grabbed his brother’s arm, forcing him back. “You’re not going near them.”

But it was too late. The mark on all three of us pulsed at once — a surge of shared power that cracked the window and made the lamps flicker. For a moment, I saw a vision flash before my eyes — silver flames, two wolves bound in shadow, and a woman made of moonlight standing between them, weeping blood.

I gasped, clutching my wrist. Damon caught me before I fell. “Selene! What did you see?”

“The prophecy,” I whispered. “It’s real.”

Outside, a long, low howl echoed through the mist — not of a rogue, but something older.

Darius straightened, his voice low. “They’re calling for their Luna.”

And deep inside, the bond answered.