The Luna's Deception: Alpha Ricardo's Fall

Power hungry

Many years ago, a peculiar blood moon was sighted, accompanied by silver-colored rain falling everywhere on Earth. The earth retained the scent of the rain, and all werewolves who inhaled it were instantly weakened.

The humans and other supernaturals remained unaffected by the rain or the red moon. Some shamans claimed the goddess was punishing werewolves for their sins, while others believed it was the enemies of the Goddess attacking her kind.

The cause of this strange occurrence was never explained, but after it happened, some alphas developed abilities that were not typical for werewolves. These abilities were divided into four categories: natural elements manipulation, shape-shifting into other creatures, monster summoning and control, and mass mind manipulation.

Among these, the mind manipulators were the rarest, with powers that continued to grow. They had control over the minds of various creations, not limited to werewolves. Ivanna was one of them, and at her age, she could already perform group mind manipulation.

After what felt like an eternity, the family sat, Ricardo walked in with the grace of a true pure-blood alpha. This time, his body was clean, and as the family rose, they also froze, watching the alpha make his way to his throne. He wore a white fur trench coat and black trousers but was strangely barefoot.

Seated with legs spread, he rested his right elbow on the armrest, tilting his chin on his molded fist. Like a lazy house cat, he sluggishly fluttered his lashes, although he could keep his eyes open for days without pain.

His special eyes glimmered like two colored diamonds under a full moon in a body of water. The left eye was vermilion while the right was bottle green. His arched eyebrows were low in indifference, like his ruddy lips that seldom switched between pale and red depending on his emotions.

His nose was straight and pointed, looking chiseled by a seasoned blacksmith. His face was oval, his strong jaws sculpted to perfection, forming a square shape. His neck was like a pillar with veins pumping to a beat only it could hear.

Alpha Ricardo Voss was every woman’s dream man. He never liked wearing upper garments, intimidating many male werewolves, especially when with females. His stomach was not only flat but like etched stone slabs pushed out from the inside.

If he stood, he always towered over a handful of men. His skin glowed like it was made of sun rays, often turning ashen when his vampiric side emerged. He surpassed the Greek gods described in books.

The two females in the room couldn’t stop staring, making the males uncomfortable. Gina unintentionally released her s*x pheromones, detected only by her mate, who felt offended but quickly blamed Ricardo’s vampiric charms.

Ivanna, however, was merely intrigued by Ricardo’s looks. She boldly gazed into his eyes, examining the unique orbs. Her confidence made Ricardo slant deeper into his fist. He hummed absentmindedly as his lips quirked.

“Come to me, child,” he summoned her with his free hand.

Ivanna didn’t bother moving because she knew she was not the one being addressed. She strutted confidently to the throne and was about to go on her knees when Ricardo stopped her.

“Don’t.”

She raised her head, locking gazes with him, fearlessly resisting the urge to look away. She only gazed at the ground when she curtsied.

Ricardo chuckled, impressed by her courage and manners. With his hand still outstretched, he said, “Closer.”

The low rumble of his husky voice pummeled in Ivanna’s heart. She smiled politely and walked nearer to the throne, giving Ricardo one of her gloved hands. He lifted her above the ground, sitting her on his right thigh.

Gina’s heart skipped two beats, witnessing this, and her deepest fears resurfaced. Rumors had it that Ricardo did that to children when he wanted to drain their blood.

Emerson, feeling her despair, embraced Gina’s hand, mentally comforting her. "My love, be strong for Ivanna," he mind-linked her.

Gina heaved out her uneasiness as she tightened her grip on her husband’s hand instead of her dress.

“So tell me, little miss, Gloria,” Ricardo started.

He slowly swiped his thumb from Ivanna’s forehead to the tip of her small nose. His brows tightened slightly because he didn’t get the response he was expecting. Usually, when he did this to special children, the type of power they possessed was immediately revealed, but for some reason, it didn’t work for Natalie.

To avoid inducing suspicions, he smiled, showing his spotless dentition. “Did your mother make you practice meeting me?”

Without hesitation, Ivanna nodded, then said, “My father and mother told me that you are very powerful and special.” She paused and assessed her parents’ expressions. “But they were wrong about something.” She looked back at Ricardo.

He raised a curious brow. “Wrong about what?”

Ivanna smiled cheekily. “They were wrong about you being cold and heartless.”

Ricardo’s smile instantly faded. He took his gaze to Ivanna’s parents. “You shared your cogitations about me with your children?” He asked the couple, but his eyes were on Gina.

Mothers were the ones responsible for the moral reasoning of children since they interacted and stayed with them more than fathers; naturally, Ricardo blamed Gina.

Before the couple could defend themselves, Ricardo continued, “Do you know that children are the most honest beings on earth?” He laughed shortly, lightening the mood of the room, then abruptly frowned coldly. “Maybe I am indeed not cold-hearted.”