Alpha’s Pink Luna

Chapter 1: My favorite color is Pink

Reading the diagnosis over and over, I couldn’t even finish my favorite ice cream. I couldn’t think about anything except one question—how did I end up with a mass in my brain that causes random seizures?

The doctors said I was on the waiting list to have it removed, but deep down, I knew I might not survive the surgery. Still, I told myself to stay positive. Saying it out loud didn’t make it feel any more real, though.

Dad wanted to see me today after being gone for seven months. I wondered what kind of trouble he’d gotten into this time.

I tossed the half-melted ice cream into the trash. A sweet treat after bad news had seemed like a good idea, but my stomach clearly disagreed.

Stepping out of the ice cream shop in my worn jeans, anime T-shirt, and boots, backpack slung over my shoulder, I braced myself for a long day. The doctors had told me not to smoke, not to vape, and to try to stay healthy.

Honestly, after hearing this news, I wasn’t sure I cared about keeping any of those promises.

When I reached my car, I noticed something hanging from the handle—a small object I didn’t recognize. I removed it without thinking much of it and got in, starting the drive toward my dad’s apartment in the poorer part of town.

His apartment sat in a low-income hamlet that looked like a battlefield the moment you drove in. Getting out of my car, I headed up the cracked stairs to the second floor—his floor—only to find my dad slumped on the steps, wasted.

But what froze me wasn’t his empty stare. It was the needle still in his arm.

I turned to leave, but before I could take a step, a man stepped out of the shadows and pressed a gun to my back.

“Drive,” he said coldly. “You’re getting us out of here and paying off your dad’s debt in full, kid.”

My breath hitched. I didn’t argue. I walked to my car, climbed in, and tried to keep my hands from shaking as he slid into the passenger seat. A second man climbed into the back, his gun aimed right at me.

Today couldn’t possibly get worse.

I drove where they told me, the streets blurring into endless trees until we were deep in the woods. A small cabin appeared ahead, half-hidden by the forest, a dark lake shimmering behind it.

My blood ran cold. Whatever they planned for me—I didn’t want to know.

“Get out,” the man ordered, c*****g his gun. “In the cabin. Now, or you die in your car.”

I didn’t push my luck. I got out, my legs trembling, and walked toward the cabin. Inside, I saw other girls—silent, hollow-eyed—moving the same way I was being forced to.

And that’s when it hit me. I wasn’t just paying off my father’s debt.

I was the payment.

Being shoved inside, I didn’t even get a chance to speak before the door slammed behind me with a heavy thud. The sound echoed through the dim cabin, and for a second, I just stood there, frozen, trying to make sense of the shapes moving in the flickering light.

There were girls everywhere—sitting on torn couches, standing near the walls, their eyes dull and empty. I thought maybe they’d help me. Maybe we were all trapped here together, waiting for a way out.

But the moment I took a single step forward, everything changed.

They moved fast—too fast. Hands grabbed my hair, yanking me back. Another ripped my backpack from my shoulders. Someone else tore at my jacket, my pockets. I tried to scream, but a hand clamped over my mouth, smothering the sound.

“Stop—please!” I choked out, but my words were lost in the chaos.

Their faces were blank, mechanical, like they’d done this before. One girl hissed, “New one. Don’t fight. Makes it worse.”

My knees hit the floor. I tried to push back, but there were too many of them. Rings clinked, chains jingled, and the sharp sting of a slap sent my head spinning. They took everything—my phone, my wallet, even the small charm that hung from my keychain.

The room tilted. My heart pounded so hard it hurt. Someone struck me across the temple, and I felt warmth drip down my cheek.

The last thing I saw before everything went black was a pair of glassy eyes staring down at me—another girl whispering something I couldn’t understand.

Then the world went silent.

“My lady! Please wake up, my lady!”

A small, sweet voice reached through the haze in my head. Slowly, I blinked my eyes open, expecting to see the dark, broken cabin… but it was gone.

I sat up too quickly, and pain pulsed through my skull. My vision blurred for a moment before focusing on a little girl standing in front of me. She couldn’t have been more than eight or nine, dressed in a shimmering light-blue gown that sparkled like moonlight on water. Her curly blonde hair framed her round face, and her bright blue eyes looked at me with pure concern.

She smiled — warm, gentle, and almost unreal — and stepped closer, holding out a small vial carved in the shape of a green leaf. The liquid inside shimmered faintly, glowing like emerald light.

“Please drink this if your head hurts, my lady,” she said softly. “You’ve been resting for quite some time. I fear your wolf has finally awakened, but it harmed you in the process. We are truly sorry for the pain, but this will help it fade.”

I hesitated, staring at the vial in her tiny hands. My wolf? What was she talking about?

The last thing I remembered was being dragged into that cabin — the hands, the shouting, the pain — and now… this.

I took the vial carefully, my fingers trembling. “Where… where am I?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper.

The girl just smiled wider, her eyes glimmering like she knew something I didn’t.

“We rescued you from those thieves, my lady. Your carriage was ambushed by rogues—but don’t worry, you’re safe now.”

The little girl’s voice was so sure, so bright, that it made my spinning thoughts freeze for a moment.

“The Queen Mother herself has ensured your protection,” she continued, her eyes glowing with pride. “We must keep you safe from anyone who isn’t fated to you. Even though we remain in a difficult situation, preparations are already underway to help your wolf meet her fated mate at the Full Moon Ball!”

Full Moon Ball?

The words echoed in my head as I blinked, struggling to make sense of them. Carriage? Rogues? I’d been ambushed—again? None of it matched the memories burned into my mind.

I looked around, trying to anchor myself. The room didn’t look real. Everything shimmered faintly, touched with light. Gold, white, and soft pastel cream surrounded me—the walls, the furniture, even the delicate curtains that rippled like silk in a breeze I couldn’t feel.

And the bed… gods, the bed. The sheets were softer than anything I’d ever known, wrapping around me like a warm cloud.

For a second, I wondered if I was dead.

Or maybe I’d woken up inside some kind of twisted fairy tale.

None of this made any sense. I didn’t even know what this little green vial was, and the more I stared at it, the less real it all felt.

“What’s your name?” I asked quietly. “I… I’m afraid I don’t even know who I am or what’s happening.”

The little girl’s smile faded. Her bright eyes dimmed, like the light in the room had been pulled away.

Before I could say anything else, a sound—no, a voice—whispered inside my head.

It wasn’t hers.

It was older. Deeper. Familiar in a way that sent a chill crawling down my spine.

‘Mishka… you have finally awakened.’