His Goddess Luna

The Reign of Alpha Damon

"Damon, do you think your mate will show up later?" Lourde asked while doing his tie.

"Maybe or maybe not. I would not expect too much from her. She's too random, too difficult to guess,"

The commencement day will be held at eight in the evening, and it's already 6:30. His heart and mind were in turmoil. It seems like every emotion hidden in his inner self gradually showed up at this very event. The feelings of fear, nervousness, excitement--all at once mixed up together. Although Damon looks a bit tense he still manages to exude an authoritative aura, not yielding to his inner battle.

His chiseled jaw continuously moves as a result of his over-emotion. He looked himself at the mirror as he tried to put his hair in a heart style.

"Do you remember you're bet with your dad?" Lourde jokes, trying to lighten the heavy atmosphere.

"You know I always have my way, Lourde,'

Damon put some wax on his hair in order for each strand to be in place. He then remembers the bet he had with his father.

Once he will not have his mate until the ceremony wherein he will become the pack's Alpha, he is obligated to find a substitute Luna--which he personally opposes.

"DAD, why have you called me?" Damon inquired as he approached his father's workbench.

"Aha, I'm just worried about you, son. Hm, it seems like you still haven't found her," his father muttered, referring to his mate.

"So? What do you imply, dad? Let's get straight to the point, shall we?"

His father picked up some wine in the wine stall and poured some on his glass, offering Damon a drink. Out of respect, he accepts it.

"I have a bet for you, son. But, first thing first, don't take this from a negative perspective..."

Damon sipped his drink as he listened to his father's proposal. Everything appears to have been planned by his father and he is just waiting for a chance to release the set of plans for him.

"Once you're still mateless during the ceremony where you'll be proclaimed as alpha. You need to have Laya as your substitute Luna. Love can be learned, but a pack won't outlive without its balance. Therefore, if you're the alpha, then Laya is the most qualified Luna,"

DAMON shook his head, recalling every single word his father said that day. The current alpha is adamant about his choice of Laya as his luna. However, it appears that his father misjudged his aptitude while forecasting his fate.

A knock on the door interrupted Lourde and Damon, which made them pause a bit. After taking one last glance in the mirror, Damon opens the door since Lourde is still doing his hair.

"What are you doing here, fucker face?" Damon growled as he saw Leon in the door. He hasn’t yet forgotten about the inventions Leon had spread in the pack. A rumor of him being gay. A f*****g idiotic fiction of why he is still mateless.

"Tsk, I would not want to see your face, though. You made me paralyzed for three days. Good thing my wolf helps me heal quickly..."

“No one asked, fucker.”

"... You're father asked me to call you. Everyone is already gathered in the hall. They're waiting for you and that motherfucker who thinks he is a f*****g gold," Leon added while pointing his finger to Lourde who is now ready for the ceremony.

"f**k off, Leon. Unlike you, I am a f*****g gold. Watch me later, and all the girls will flock and line on me just to get my attention,"

Damon glared at Leon as he was about to say something in response to Lourde's comment, which made him close his mouth. If he will not stop them, they'll probably bicker until morning. That's a result of how fire and fire are put in the same room. The other person will be the one who will receive complete burnout.

"Let's go. You both are no longer kids-- stop acting like a f*****g kindergarten," Damon spoke as he made his way in the hall.

As the three of them entered the hall, everyone fell silent. The once-heavy bustle that they could hear outside had transformed into a haven of holiness. There isn't a single sound to be heard. Every person's attention is drawn to them.

Damon was skilled at controlling his posture and emotions. He appears to be at ease in the midst of the crowd, but his heart is throbbing loudly. As he steps in, he hadn't sensed his mate. No fragrant smell. No serotonin boosts. No mate. Not at all.

His hopes slowly crumbled bit by bit. Will she even come? That's the question that keeps reiterating in his head.

The ceremony begins with some words of welcome from his father. The acting presenter was saying something, but Damon's mind was elsewhere. Every time he was asked, all he did was nod and smile.

His mother most likely noticed him dozing off and pinched him on the hand, reawakening him to the real sense of the world.

"You look preoccupied, Dame. What's the matter? after the gamma's and beta's speech, it'll be your turn. Prepare and focus," her mother reminded him with a mix of concerned-serious discourse.

"And now let's proceed to Damon, our main event for tonight," the acting host speaks, giving him the floor.

He stands up with complete confidence and exudes an air that commands the pack members to listen to him.

"Silverling Pack, good evening. We've assembled here for a reason. First and foremost, I'd like to thank you all for coming here tonight. To begin with, I've been a little late in becoming the pack's successor and alpha. Some people regarded me as unsuitable for the post. Then, tell me what the qualities of an alpha and I'll apply..."

"Kidding aside, as your alpha, I will do everything in my power to preserve what we have battled for years. All I ask is that we work together to achieve unity, integrity, and dignity as we strive for a brighter future. We may encounter wars and foes along the way, but what matters is that we fight together, dead or alive."

A loud cheer followed after Damon gave his speech.

"Now, as a tradition of our pack. Damon needs to spill out his blood in this preserved bottle--as a symbol of commitment to his new position as alpha. Having Silverling pack as a witness that he can and will shed blood for the sake of his pack,"

Damon picks up the blade and slices his wrist allowing the blood to drop on the bottle. Each pack alpha has to go through this process. Their blood is mixed all together and preserved for the next alpha.

"I would like to give a toast to our newly appointed alpha. Alpha Damon, here's my toast to you. Wishing you a journey of victory in your reign," his father spoke while raising the toast.

Everyone applauded after the toast. They're cheering and chanting as a form of celebration.

"Silence! Before we resume our festivities. I'd like to ask Alpha Damon to select his mate."

Everyone fell silent once more, and whispers began to spread across the hall.

'He's mateless?'

'Is it okay to choose someone who isn't his mate?'

'Will the moon goddess allow this?'

'Perks of being the Alpha, phew'

"QUIET! RESPECT!"

After his father shouted angrily, the ruckus subsided. But it seems like there's a different reason why the auditorium became silent. The white smoke suddenly enveloped the hall, and the blinding light covers the whole place. Like some powerful being just descended from the heavens.

Everyone was awestruck while others are covering their eyes.

His father, with a trembling voice, commands the whole pack to pay respects to the uninvited visitor.

It seems like the guest is way more dominant than lycans. Damon has never seen his father shake like this before, not with enemies or lycans—the superior being. The guest radiates unrivaled authority, and he never felt such a strong power in his 23 years of existence. Damon, with blurred vision, decided to bow his head. He was then unable to see who had arrived because of the smoke that has engulfed them. Makes him wonder if the visitor is a man or a woman.

"Who just arrived, Mom?" Damon asked as they go back to their formal position.

Damon's mother looked very nervous that she even stuttered,

"T-that's the moon goddess. She only visits the lower realm when someone violates the rule,"

Moon Goddess? Violate the rule? Is it because his father wants him to have someone who isn't his mate? Damon fixed his gaze on the now visible visitor. His gaze was locked on the most gorgeous woman he had ever seen in his whole life. A girl seems to have in her teens yet. Her long hair cascades in waves, and her eyes glitter. The girl's physique is unmatched, and her facial expression is calm, like that of an innocent angel. Damon was bewitched by the girl's charm, which is very unlikely.

"Welcome to Silverling Pack, Moon Goddess,"

Damon's father restlessly welcomes the goddess. The goddess scanned the area and stopped at Damon's post.

"You were waiting for your mate. Don't you?"

Damon nods in response to the moon goddess' question. Her voice is so authoritative that you can't help but respond.

“Were you going to choose someone as your mate a while ago?”

“No, moon goddess. I will wait for my mate as I am afraid to violate the rules,” he replied in a very casual manner.

"Good, because you are my daughter's mate,"

The moon goddess revealed the most surprising news. It's like a bomb was detonated and no one was expecting it. Damon, and probably the entire pack, are taken aback by the occurrence, as everyone appears to be in a vulnerable state.

'I'm her daughter's mate? A goddess? Is that even possible?'

Damon was rendered immobile by the moon goddess's word. Damon tried hard to digest, but it simply resulted in a lump on his throat. He tried pinching himself to be sure it wasn't a dream, only to discover it's not.

Damon's father's eyes expand, and her mother's surprised emotion is apparent, which is unusual because the luna is far more stable and well-oriented.

"Is this some kind of joke?" Laya's question came out of nowhere. Everyone was stunned and silent, but she had the audacity to ask.

"Do you think I'm joking?"

The moon goddess inquired. Her voice has the coolness of steel but the sharpness of a blade.

"Wait, I knew you. You were the girl who was crying days ago because of Damon,"

Someone behind the moon goddess pecks her head as she points her index finger towards Laya. She was the girl Damon was admiring a while ago. Her rosy cheeks give a little color to her pale skin. Damon became a bit keen on the girl's every movement.

"Selene, introduce yourself to your mate,"

The moon goddess spoke softly to the girl. Like she's talking with the most precious jewel in the world.

"W-wait, moon goddess, can we do it privately. We must let these people go first," his father interrupted.

The moon goddess scanned the frozen-like people who were looking at them silently. No movement and even breathing is heard. Perhaps, out of fear and nervousness, knowing that the maker of destiny, the creator of mate-pairing, arrived in their place without notice.

"I request everyone to take their leave."