A search for his wolveless luna:and his missing luna

Chapters 1: The Chains of Fate Chloe's point of view When I heard them approaching, the sun had hardly risen. The small hallways of the slave dormitory echoed the slow, methodical footsteps of the guards. I knew their pattern really well. Like clockwork, Alpha Drake ordered his men to pick from us—his so-called "pleasures"—to meet his needs every three days. Today was the same, yet nevertheless my heart hammered more quickly than it had lately. I tried not to stare when the guards passed my bed. None of them would pick me. None of them did. I was the cursed girl—thin, delicate. For good cause, most of the other slaves seldom accepted my presence. Being cursed by the moon goddess meant that one was destined for pain; no one wanted my ill luck to find them. Still, I lowered my head in search of invisibility. Footfall stopped, and my blood ran cold. As the guards chatted in subdued tones, the atmosphere became tense. And then arrived the words I never would have considered hearing. "She." I searched nowhere. They were not, indeed, discussing me. Yes, there had been a mistake. But I knew there was no error when I felt the hard grasp of a hand on my arm yanking me from my bed. I was the one doing this. One of the soldiers snarling, "Get up," yanked me to my feet. You have been chosen by The Alpha. I stammered; the shock had left weak legs. selected me? Why, among all the other girls living in the hostel, me? The other slaves looked, some with hardly hidden sympathy and others with envy. None of it, though, I felt. All I felt was the frigid sensation of terror slinking up my spine. The guards walked me over the Green Piercing Pack's fortress's hallways, the rough stone walls pressing in around me like a jail. Outside, I could hear the pack laughing and the noises of training and conflict resounding. This location was not at all like the Red Moon Pack from where I had lived. Strength was all in this here. And I had none as well. My wolf moved weakly inside me as we got close to Alpha Drake's quarters. It served as a reminder of the curse I carried—that which had defined me for a lifetime of shame and rejection. Though most days my wolf was hardly visible, she sensed something in the air even in her frail condition. Something mighty. Something hazardous. I was shoved inside when the Alpha's chamber door opened, the force of the shove sending me sprawling to the floor. My heart pounding, I staggered to my knees trying to calm myself. Though my breath came in shallow gasps and my hands shook, I fought to let them notice my anxiety. Not now. Though the chamber was dark, I could sense the Alpha even before I saw him. α Drake. Alpha in all the packs most dreaded and merciless. I had heard the tales—how he had seized the Green Piercing Pack by coercion, how he ruled with an iron grip. And right now he was just a few feet from me. I raised my head slowly and fixed his. He was tall, strong, with broad shoulders and keen, apparently stone-cut features. His dark hair dropped just above his sight; those eyes, like a predator assessing up its prey, were icy, analytical. Then something unanticipated transpired. Our eyes locked and something inside me caught. If only momentarily, my wolf seemed to have awakened and murmured the one phrase I had never considered hearing. Mate.' Not at all. It cannot be occurring this way. Not to me either. Not beside him. Not with my curse, not with my weak wolf, I meant to have a mate. And yet here he was, in front of me, and the relationship was clear-cut. Alpha Drake's eyes flicked briefly with recognition, but it was gone just as rapidly. His face stiffened, and the tension in the room thickened like smoke. He continued, his voice harsh and deep, "You are nothing." Though I felt as though his words sliced through me like a knife, I stayed calm. I had heard something even more horrible. considerably more terrible. As if he were looking for something, he whirled around me, his eyes never leaving mine. "You think you're unique??" With a sarcastic tone, he questioned. "Because your wolf reminds you we are mates?" I inhaled hard, my throat dry. He knew even though I had not spoken a word on the link. He was naturally aware of this. He is classified as an Alpha. Strong, forceful, and well out of my reach. "Let me say this clearly," he said, his voice low and threatening. "You may be my partner, yet I reject you. You are feeble. fragile. unassuming. His exacting language hung in the air, weighty. Though I would not cry, my wolf whimpered inside me and I could feel tears burning at the rear of my eyelids. Not right in front of him. Not in front of the one person able to break me with a single phrase. His tone apathetic, he said, "I'll keep you alive, because it's my duty." You will never be my Luna though. You will never be anything more than this. He pointed to the frigid, dead chamber around us, now my jail. The weight of his rejection hurt my chest, but I pushed myself to stand straight. I wouldn't let him know how much his comments offended me. I have survived much more difficult times. I had to have strength. For me. for the young person I now carried. Not yet I had informed him. I was not sure I would. Not until I understood the kind of future ahead. Not until I found out whether I could shield the baby developing inside me. Alpha Drake turned his back on me, discounting me without a word. Already at the entrance, the guards were poised to whisk me back to the hostel. But something within me changed as I stood there. or it was my wolf, or the baby, but for the first time in a very long time I felt a spark of rebellion. Quietly, my voice barely above a whisper, "I may be weak now," I whispered, "but that won't always be true." Alpha Drake ignored my comments and turned away. I knew, though, he had heard me. And I vowed to myself at that very instant. I would survive this. I would get stronger. One day I would also discover a means to escape from this dream. The other slaves hardly turned to look at me when the guards brought me back to the residence. I stayed the cursed girl to them. But I knew things had changed as I rested in my bed that evening, my hand hovering defensively over my tummy. I was not only defending myself now. I was vying for my child. Regarding our future. Nobody, not even Alpha Drake, could take that away from me either.