Alpha’s Pink Luna

Chapter 2: Rose the wolf

My eyes widened at the sound of the voice — there was no one there, no face to match it. Just the sound echoing inside my mind.

I scrambled back against the headboard, heart pounding in pure horror. The little girl jumped at my sudden movement, fear flashing across her delicate face. But the moment she realized I was reacting to something unseen, her expression softened, and that wide, innocent smile returned.

I could barely breathe. My chest rose and fell too fast, my breaths shallow and uneven as the voice continued speaking inside my head.

The little girl crawled onto the bed slowly, hands raised as if I were a frightened animal. “My name is Didi,” she said softly. “I’m a Pumsky omega — your assistant, my Lady Mishka. We knew you weren’t well after your travels, but I didn’t think you’d forget who you are. The voice in your head… is she speaking to you kindly?”

Her words barely registered, but the voice in my mind did — sharp, feminine, and clearly irritated.

‘Great. A Pumsky. That means we’re being watched by her Queen. Be careful with that little one — they don’t know how to keep their mouths shut.’

Her tone was cutting and elegant, completely different from Didi’s gentle sweetness.

I swallowed hard. “She’s… nice,” I stammered, trying to calm both of them. “Just… unexpected. I need a moment to breathe. This isn’t something I remember.”

Before I could say anything else, the voice murmured again, smooth and commanding:

‘Tell her to leave us. I’ll catch you up on what’s going on. And if you don’t want me taking control, I suggest you do as I say.’

Without even thinking, I blurted, “Can I please be left alone for a while?”

Didi hesitated, worry crossing her small face, but she nodded politely. “As you wish, my lady.” She slipped off the bed, curtsied, and closed the door behind her.

The silence that followed was thick — until the voice returned, firmer this time.

‘I’m not going to hurt you, Mishka. Not unless you give me a reason to.’

Her tone was steady, but the chill that ran through me said otherwise. I curled into myself, pulling the blanket around me like a shield.

‘It’s fascinating,’ the voice continued, almost amused. ‘My original host died in that kidnapping. You were reborn here. That means the other girl — the one you remember — is the body where you died. And honestly, I pity whoever’s stuck with her. The original Mishka was a temper-tantrum child with no manners. I, her wolf, have far more class. You, however… you asked Didi politely. The original Mishka would’ve punched her for not being one of the Alphas she was obsessed with.’

Her words chilled me. Died?

The thought hit like ice water. I’d been murdered — in that cabin. The women hadn’t just beaten me. They’d killed me.

My pulse thundered in my ears. I wanted to scream, to wake up from this nightmare, but the voice only sighed softly, almost sympathetic.

‘You’ve never been normal, child,’ she said. ‘From what I can see in your memories, someone targeted your father — drove him to his addiction and used you as payment. I offer my condolences for such a tragic end. Yet, despite my selfish desire to keep you here in my mind, I am not heartless.’

Images flickered in my head — fragments of my old life, the tag on my car door, the needle in my father’s arm, the faces of the girls in the cabin. Every piece fell into place like shattered glass reforming into a weapon.

I couldn’t breathe. I didn’t understand why me, or what this voice truly was, but her words pressed on, smooth as silk and heavy as stone.

‘I’m your wolf,’ she said at last, her voice softening. ‘A pink wolf — rare and ancient. Let’s start with the basics. You are not human… but you don’t have much of a title to be proud of either.’

Her words made my mind spin. What time am I even in? Nothing looked modern—the walls, the dress I wore, even the air felt different, lighter, as if the world itself had gone backward. I didn’t know what to do, or what to expect next, but one thing was certain—

I was terrified of being ambushed again.

Images flashed before me: the cabin, the women’s, the pain. My pulse quickened, my breaths shallow. That’s when the voice spoke again, sharper this time, her irritation crackling through my skull.

‘You are a lady-in-waiting,’ she said, her tone edged with frustration. ‘And the rare Pink Omega wolf. Four Alphas have asked for your hand in marriage, as of this morning, I can hear their wolves speaking amongst one another, but only the Full Moon will reveal which one is your true fated mate. We are in the era of Kings and Queens now, not the world you once knew.’

Her words hit me like lightning—half explanation, half nightmare. It made some sense, but not enough to calm me. I had just survived one life, barely holding onto it, and now I’d been thrown into another—

one that spoke of destiny, wolves, and royalty.

I pressed my hands to my face, my voice trembling. “I didn’t ask for this… I just wanted my old life back.”

The silence that followed was heavy, like the air itself was waiting for me to accept something I couldn’t.

The wolf’s voice returned, steady and patient, though still carrying that strange power beneath every word.

‘You don’t have much time to stay in this state,’ she said firmly. ‘I’m here to help you. I can give you a chance that those in your past life couldn’t. All I ask is that you try. I’m sorry—that’s all I can offer.’

Her words didn’t comfort me much, but she was right. I couldn’t keep falling apart. I needed to know what I could do… even if I was terrified of finding out.

I took a deep breath and tried to sit up, still dizzy from everything that had happened. As I moved, her voice softened for the first time.

‘My name is Rose,’ she said, and there was a warmth in her tone that hadn’t been there before. ‘And I do hope one of these Alphas is fated to us. Their love could help us both—help you feel less alone… and help me find balance with their wolf.’

Hearing her name made something inside me shift. For the first time since waking up here, the voice in my head didn’t feel like an invader. It felt like a part of me that had been waiting—patiently, silently—for me to wake up.

I didn’t want to move. I didn’t want to do anything.

All I wanted was to stay on the floor and close my eyes, hoping that if I slept long enough, I’d wake up in my real life again.

Everything was too much — the pain, the fear, the confusion of dying and waking in a world that didn’t belong to me. The more time passed, the heavier it all felt pressing down on my chest.

Rose didn’t like it.

Without my permission, I felt my body shift, my muscles moving on their own. My legs straightened, my hands pushed against the floor, and before I knew it, I was standing — walking even — as if some invisible thread had taken hold.

She was in control.

“Stop—” I whispered, trying to fight it, but my limbs didn’t listen. Panic rose in my throat as I struggled against her, my mind clawing for control.

That’s when she growled — a deep, warning rumble that echoed inside my skull.

‘If you don’t want me in control, then get a grip!’ Rose snapped. ‘The Queen Mother is on her way, and she has a new attitude toward you — a good one, for once! She can help us make things easier, but only if you act like you deserve her attention!’

Her voice vibrated through me, both terrifying and commanding.

I clenched my fists, forcing air into my lungs, trying to reclaim even a fraction of my own strength. I didn’t know who this Queen Mother was, or what “attitude” meant in this world—but something told me that whatever came next, I had to face it standing on my own feet.