I am the Alpha King's Luna

Chapter 2: An Alpha's Proposition

Chapter 2: An Alpha's Proposition

(Amelia's POV)

I couldn’t breathe.

This couldn’t be happening.

Here I was, sitting on what had to be the most expensive bed in all the Eastern Territories, staring at none other than Alexander Stone, the Alpha King of the East.

And there, on his neck, was the undeniable evidence of my drunken mistake.

My bite mark.

His green eyes sparkled, flicking to mine as he leaned casually against the door. He wasn’t scrambling to cover it up or demanding an immediate explanation. No. He looked amused.

“What’s the matter, little healer?” he drawled, his voice smooth as honey but laced with mockery. “You won’t disown your handiwork, will you? Or…” His lips curled into the faintest smirk. “Do you have something else in mind?”

My brain was frozen. I stared at him, unable to form words. My thoughts were stuck in a swirl of panic and confusion.

Alexander wasn’t the least bit concerned. Taking his time, he strode further into the room, the hard muscles of his chest flexing slightly with each step. He sat on the edge of the bed, one hand pressed against the mattress to support his weight.

The dent his body made on the bed brought his scent closer—cedar and peppermint, crisp but intoxicating. I tensed, unwillingly drawn towards it.

He tilted his head slightly, the movement casual but deliberate. Almost predatory. “Surely you haven’t forgotten who I am?”

The corners of his lips twitched. Not into a smile, but something sharper. His gaze held mine, the smirk on his face widening when I didn’t answer.

Of course, I hadn’t forgotten who he was. How could I?

His voice rumbled low, pulling me out of my daze. “What’s wrong? Did the Alpha King suddenly seem less impressive when you sobered up?”

I stiffened, the heat rising in my cheeks. His teasing tone was making this even worse. My palms curled into fists against my skirt.

His words forced my mind back to five years ago. Back to when we shared the same halls at Werewolf Academy.

Alexander Stone.

He had been everything. The star student. The untouchable golden boy. The untamed but brilliant future Alpha King.

Beautiful she-wolves from packs with legendary bloodlines had hovered around him back then. He had always been surrounded by them—daughters of Alphas and Betas, all vying for his attention.

I hadn’t been one of them.

Back then, my devotion had been solely on Dominic.

I couldn’t forget the moment Lucas—Dominic’s Beta—had casually teased me about Alexander during lunch in the cafeteria.

“What about him, Amelia?” Lucas had said, jabbing a thumb in the direction of Alexander, who had been showcasing some insane combat skills on the training field. “Look at that. An actual demigod. Doesn’t it make Dominic look like... just a really fit guy?”

I’d waved him off, my loyalty blazing. “Dominic doesn’t need to compete with anyone. To me, he’s the best.”

Lucas had laughed, shaking his head. “Stubborn, as always.”

The memory felt so distant now, a fragment of the devoted fool I had been.

And now, here I was, facing the Alpha King who had outshined every other wolf I’d ever known. My supposed mate.

How cruel the Moon Goddess must be.

But the larger question clawed at me, refusing to let go.

Why hadn’t we felt this connection years ago?

Cora had been silent when I stood feet from him back then, my wolf passive as if he were just another Alpha in training. There had been no pull, no bond.

So why now?

I barely noticed when Alexander’s hand waved in front of my face. “Amelia,” he called gently, his teasing edge softening just slightly. “Are you frightened?”

His words startled me. I tried to shake off the trance, my gaze darting to his wrist and the faint veins running up his forearm. My voice came out shaky.

“I’m not frightened,” I lied, swallowing hard.

“Good,” he replied, leaning back just a little. But the intensity in his gaze never wavered. “Because your heart is pounding hard enough to wake the neighbors.”

I straightened, desperate to salvage this disaster with even the flimsiest effort. “I-I can help heal your bite mark!” I stammered, the words tumbling out in a rush.

My wolf groaned in exasperation, clearly unimpressed by my attempt. I plowed on.

“And… and I could offer free medical care for your warriors! As compensation!”

Alexander’s eyebrows rose, his smirk sneaking back. He was thoroughly entertained by me, no hiding it now.

“Medical care... for my warriors,” he repeated, drawling the words slowly like he was tasting them.

I wish the bed would swallow me whole.

“Little healer,” he murmured, his voice taking on an edge of indulgent condescension, “do you know who runs the largest healing network in the east?”

My mouth opened and closed, no excuse coming to mind. His words cut deeper because they were right.

Alexander’s wolf stirred through the bond, pleased. And he let me feel it.

From the warmth running under my skin, I could tell my wolf’s counterpart—Logan, it seemed—enjoyed my flustered embarrassment far too much.

Heat blazed up my cheeks, and Cora gave a pathetic little whimper in my mind.

He could feel that too, couldn’t he?

Alexander chuckled low, shaking his head slightly like I was a child caught doing something adorably dumb. For someone so intimidating, he had a way of making me feel small without even trying.

But then his smile faded. Slowly. His sharp green gaze pinned me down like I was a rogue who needed scrutinizing, and the mood of the room shifted.

“All jokes aside,” he started, his voice still soft but steady, “do you understand the gravity of this situation?”

I froze. My heart, which had been beating so fast, almost came to a dead stop. All the self-consciousness, the awkwardness from earlier—replaced by dread.

His jaw tightened slightly, but his tone stayed even as he began piecing the story together for me.

“As Alpha King, I stand in a position not just of power, but of intense scrutiny. Everything I do sets an example for the packs beneath me. The northern wolves have grown restless.”

That last sentence sent a chill through me.

“The Northern Territories are watching for anything they can twist to their benefit,” he continued. “I have no doubt that there were eyes on us last night. Too many pack members frequent that club regularly. Rumors are…” He paused, his lips curling faintly. “Persistent. And dangerous.”

I gripped the sheets tighter, my nails digging into the luxurious fabric.

This wasn’t just my shame anymore. It was a mess far reaching beyond me, beyond Alexander, and we both knew it.

“And,” he added with a calm that felt sharper than any anger, “when it involves something as significant as a mating bond, the speculation could spread to every major pack in the territories.”

Speculation? He said it almost casually, but we both knew there was nothing casual about this. Mating bonds weren’t just gossip material. They were alliances, power plays. The foundations of prominence among the werewolf hierarchy.

Alexander leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on his knees as he studied my face.

His eyes didn’t soften, but his voice dropped another octave. Cool. Serious.

“We need to deal with the situation immediately.”