The Alpha’s Secret Luna
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Chapter 9: The Alpha’s Secret Luna
I didn’t cry.
Not until I was alone.
The moment I stepped into my small room and shut the door, the tears fell — hot and angry, burning trails down my cheeks.
I pressed my back against the door and let myself slide to the floor, gripping my knees tightly to keep from falling apart.
I was done.
Done with silence.
Done with waiting.
Done with being invisible.
Lucien loved me. He admitted it. I saw it in his eyes, heard it in his voice, felt it in the way his fingers trembled when they touched my face.
But fear still ruled him. The prophecy still chained him.
And I couldn’t live in fear anymore.
If I was going to be his Luna, then I needed to be strong enough to stand beside him — not hide behind him like a secret.
Even if it meant walking alone.
Even if it meant breaking both our hearts.
A knock came on my door just before dawn.
I didn’t answer.
Another knock. Then silence.
“Aria …” His voice was low, rough, like he hadn’t slept either. “Please. Just open the door.”
I didn’t move.
A pause.
“I’m not asking to be forgiven,” he said. “I just need to see you.”
That broke me.
I opened the door.
Kael stood there, dressed in black, his eyes bloodshot, his hair a mess. His Alpha mask was gone — replaced by the man I saw only when we were alone. The man who once kissed me like I was oxygen and he’d been drowning for years.
“I shouldn’t have said what I did,” he murmured.
“Which part?” I asked, voice sharp. “The part where you said you didn’t want to love me, or the part where you said I might destroy you?”
He winced.
I stepped back. “Come in.”
He hesitated, then entered quietly, as if my room were a sacred space he didn’t deserve to enter anymore.
I sat on the edge of the bed.
He didn’t sit.
He stood there, like a man on trial.
“Tell me everything,” I said. “All of it. The prophecy, the curse, the reason you’re hiding me like I’m some forbidden mistake.”
Kael took a breath.
Then another.
Finally, he spoke.
“My great-grandmother was a seer,” he began. “She had a vision right before she died. She said the Alpha who finds his true mate… would also find his ruin.”
I frowned. “That could mean anything.”
“She was specific,” he said. “She described you.”
My heart stopped.
“What?”
“She said the girl with healing hands. The girl with sorrow in her eyes. The one who walks with wolves but belongs to the moon. She would bring love… and death.”
I swallowed hard. “Love and death?”
Kael nodded. “She said I would fall in love with you. And the moment I claimed you publicly — truly claimed you — something would be set in motion. Something irreversible.”
My stomach turned. “Something like what?”
“She didn’t say. Only that claiming you would unlock something powerful. Dangerous. And that the pack would suffer for it.”
Silence filled the room like smoke.
“And you believe it,” I whispered. “You believe I’m the one who’ll bring destruction to your pack?”
“No,” he said quickly. “I believe the prophecy is real. But I don’t think you’re the danger. I think someone else is. Something else.”
I looked up at him, confused.
“What do you mean?”
“There’s something else going on, Arabelle. Something dark. Rogues aren’t just attacking by chance. They’re being sent.”
“By who?”
“I don’t know yet. But I feel it. And I think… I think claiming you is the trigger they’re waiting for.”
I stood slowly. “So you’re not just afraid of me. You’re afraid of what happens after me.”
“Yes.”
I nodded, lips pressed together tightly.
“Do you want me?” I asked suddenly.
Kael blinked.
“That’s not—”
“Answer me.”
His jaw clenched. “More than anything.”
I stepped closer. “Do you love me?”
He didn’t hesitate. “Yes.”
“Then stop hiding me.”
His eyes darkened.
“Aria—”
“No. No more excuses. No more prophecies. No more waiting for disaster. I’m your mate, Lucien. You either claim me… or let me go.”
The silence was deafening.
His eyes searched mine.
And then he said the one thing I didn’t expect.
“I don’t know if I’m strong enough to lose you.”
Tears welled in my eyes. “Then be strong enough to fight for me.”
He moved forward, slow and careful, until our faces were inches apart.
“I want to,” he whispered. “More than anything. But if I lose you… I’ll burn the world down.”
My lips trembled. “Then let it burn.”
And just like that, he kissed me.
Not gently. Not softly.
Desperately.
Like a man on fire.
His hands tangled in my hair, my fingers gripped his shirt, and we kissed like we’d run out of time.
Because maybe we had.
The bond flared between us — wild and unbreakable.
I felt it in my bones. In my soul.
This was more than love.
It was destiny.
It was destruction.
It was everything the prophecy warned about.
And still, I didn’t care.
Because for one moment, I was his.
No secrets.
No shame.
No fear.
Just us.
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