Reborn as the Blessed Luna

Chapter 4: The Alpha Kings Girl

As I finally stepped out of the bath, Nana approached, holding the dreadful heavy veil that was meant to go over my head. Before she could place it on me, I grabbed her hands and moved them down firmly.

"Is there a veil that’s less heavy and easier for my eyes to see through?" I asked, trying to keep my frustration in check.

Nana looked around nervously at the other maids, stuttering as she replied, "The—the Queen has ordered me to guide—"

"Find me a lighter, easier veil, or I will leave without it!" I snapped, interrupting her.

Nana flinched, the crown and heavy veil slipping from her grasp. Before she could pick them up, I snatched the veil and walked toward the fire that had been burning since last night, throwing the dreadful thing into the flames.

Turning back, I saw that the maids had brought out new veils for me to inspect. I found a beautiful, lighter veil that allowed me to see clearly. Nana placed it on my head, along with the crown. I looked at myself in the mirror and saw a much better version of what they had tried to make me.

Stepping down from the stool, I turned toward the main doors of my room. I noticed one of the maids holding my doll, dressed in the same outfit as I was. With a warm smile, I took the doll from her, holding it tightly. She would now be named Mitchell, and I would learn how to reclaim my own name.

We walked to my father’s meeting room, and as soon as I stepped inside, I was met with the sight of a well-built man in armor. His fair complexion and bright blue eyes made my heart race, but his expression of distaste was off-putting. I remembered all the other men who had made me feel like they were candy in a*****e, just waiting for me to purchase them.

This candy of a man was going to be bought the hard way. With that in mind, we all bowed to the king, who seemed taken aback when he saw me.

“The veil is much better than the old dreadful one you used to wear,” he said, a bit surprised. “Are you trying to impress me or your future husband, my child?”

His question sent a cold shiver down my spine as I realized it might be common to marry within the family to preserve the bloodline of royalty in these times.

With as much grace as I could muster, I replied, "May I speak, Alpha King?"

He purred at my words, replying with a tone of approval, "You may, my child."

“As your daughter and heir, I wish to only show the best of you to my future. I thank you for your kind words, Your Majesty,” I said, bowing my head.

He quickly responded to my words, "Raise your head, my heir, and let us see you without your veil. Today, you are to meet your husband’s face."

I lifted my head, noticing the man who would be my husband had left the room. As I did what my father commanded, a large black and white wolf emerged from a room he could barely fit through.

As he approached, my father spoke again, this time with a hard laugh in his tone. “We will meet tomorrow at your birthday party, my child! Spare no time in granting our kingdoms union with heirs of your own!”

Upon hearing this, the wolf opened his mouth to grab me. I stepped back instinctively, making him snap his jaws shut in frustration.

“Seems my daughter prefers to be treated more like a maid than a princess, Alpha King Marcus. Take her away,” my father ordered.

His words distracted me for a moment, and the wolf took the opportunity to snatch me in his mouth. He moved quickly, carrying me out of the castle. As we rushed outside, I saw Leo waiting for me. His expression became one of fear when he saw the situation, but I didn’t understand what exactly he was afraid of—perhaps he saw a frightened child in me, too.

The wolf's canines pressed into my waist, and even though I wanted to be chewed to death for a moment, I had had enough of this barbaric giant wolf biting into me. With a sudden surge of anger, I reached for my brooch and stabbed the animal in the neck. He tossed me to the side, and I rolled until I regained control of my feet.

I looked around frantically for my doll, and when I saw it, I lifted my dress and ran toward it, still clutching my brooch despite the pain from the cuts on my hands and knees.

As I picked up my doll, the sound of bones breaking and rearranging themselves caught my attention. I turned to see the wolf transforming back into Marcus. When he was fully human, standing naked and holding his shoulder-length hair back, he looked at me with a mix of anger and admiration.

“Never has a woman been capable of inflicting harm on me as you have,” he said. “If you wish to be left alone until your childish behavior submits to my demands, then so be it. You have until the break of dawn to find your way to my castle or be damned to rot in my cellars.”

With that, he shifted back into his wolf form and darted into the dark forest, leaving me behind. Cleaning off Mitchell my doll I looked everywhere to see if I could find my way, but kept finding nothing to help me.

Walking in the direction I saw Marcus go, I started to feel a lot of body pain, it was already night time and I had been walking for a very long time, my body felt heavy and the clothes that were once soft and refreshing began to itch.

Suddenly a headache started and the pounding started to stop me from walking, dropping Mitchell I saw the bones of my left arm pop.

Fear consumed me as I watched my bone pop out of place, a sharp, agonizing sensation shooting through my body. The last time I had felt anything close to this was when I was a child. I had been riding my bike to school, completely unaware of the traffic light changing. I didn’t see the car until it was too late.

The impact threw me to the ground, and I remember the sickening crunch as the car sped away, leaving me broken and bleeding on the street. The driver didn’t even stop to see if I was alive. My assigned guard, who had been following me from a distance, rushed toward me. His face was a mixture of panic and determination as he scooped me up from the street. I screamed in agony as he carried me, each movement sending waves of pain through my body. It felt like forever before we reached the nearest emergency room.

The doctors quickly patched me up, but it was clear I needed surgery. My right shoulder had been dislocated, and my arm was broken in several places. Recovery was slow, and I had to rely on my left hand for everything. Being left-handed was a small blessing in the midst of all the pain, but my parents were adamant—I was never to ride a bicycle again. I didn’t argue with them. The trauma of that day haunted me for years.

But now, as I lie here, the pain from that childhood accident feels insignificant compared to the searing agony coursing through my body. Every nerve feels raw, as if my bones are grinding against each other with every breath I take. The memories of that old injury flash through my mind, but they only serve to remind me how much worse things are now.

The fear that gripped me then is nothing compared to the terror I feel now—because this time, I don’t know if I’ll be able to walk away from it.