Reincarnated To Be His Luna

Eclipsed Desires

Isabella, a wizard of the Crescent Moon territory, possessed not only various powers but also the ability to receive future flashes of individuals she selected. Despite being aware of William having his mate by his side, her intense love for him drove her to continuously use her powers to aid him.

On this particular day, as he geared up for the most challenging battle of his life, Isabella harnessed her power and received a flash-a grim vision of someone stabbing William's bare back, resulting in his demise. This ominous revelation compelled her to trail him to the battlefield.

"Why the hell are you here?" William bellowed at the sight of Isabella, her form covered in the blood of the vampire.

"I was concerned for your safety," Isabella replied in a baritone.

Despite quivering under the weight of William's menacing glare, she remained vulnerable, her tender heart having beat for William for ages.

"Who do you think you are, a mere wizard? Why the hell are you concerned, and do you honestly believe you can protect me-the strongest Alpha?" William declared it with arrogance.

His excessive pride and overconfidence in his exceptionally formidable power, which manifested at a much younger age than typical for a strong werewolf, were evident.

"No, that's not..." Isabella attempted to explain beseechingly, only to be ruthlessly silenced by William.

"Shut up, you sorceress!" William yelled, tightly gripping Isabella's shoulder.

"We were merely friends when I was young and carefree, but now we've matured, and let's be clear-we're in different leagues. While I appreciate many things about you, like the way you always helped me, Penelope is my mate. Cease the delusion that you can have me. Do you get it?" He said it coldly, his sharp nails pressing into her shoulder.

After issuing a stern warning, he released Isabella with a jerk and walked out. Isabella stood there, watching him depart, tears streaming down her face.

She was always caring for him wholeheartedly, yet he consistently ridiculed her for harboring feelings towards him. Despite being wounded by him on numerous occasions, she continued to extend help, whether directly or indirectly.

"Whether you accept it or not, I'm your only well-wisher, William. Please, keep yourself safe," Isabella said tearfully from behind, observing William's resolute and proud departure, his grip firm on Robert's severed head.

Stepping out of the throne room, he encountered his pack relentlessly battling numerous enemies. Some werewolves were wounded, and a few had succumbed to the fight.

His sudden emergence, presenting the vampire king's severed head with blood still dripping, elicited immense joy from the entire werewolf army. In stark contrast, the vampires, confronted with this grisly display, instantly lost their motivation to continue the fight.

The two sturdy guards, initially occupied with Liam and Penelope, faltered in their focus. Seizing the opportunity, the werewolves mercilessly dismantled the monstrous guards, limb by limb.

Amidst the chaos, numerous vampires, gripped by fear, sought to escape the clutches of the deadly wolves, yet their attempts were in vain. Hindered at every turn, each vampire was halted, and one by one, they met their demise.

With the battle concluded, numerous pack members were left exhausted and injured, while only a few had succumbed. This marked a significant triumph for the werewolves, as they had successfully eradicated the vampire menace from their territory.

As the victorious pack members made their way back to their homes and the pack house to rest and recuperate, William veered off in another direction, lost in contemplation.

"William, where are you going?" Liam gripped his shoulder from behind and asked.

William turned to find Liam, Penelope, and Jeremy, all wearing puzzled expressions. Giving them a penetrating look, he shrugged off Liam's hand and replied, "That's not something you need to worry about."

Before William could make his way, Jeremy intercepted him again, saying, "But William buddy, you're beat up. Your wound needs attention, and you also need time to recuperate. Take some rest."

William released a deep breath, closed his eyes, and harnessed all his powers together, healing all his injuries in the blink of an eye. He appeared fresh.

"Is that okay now? Could you all please leave me alone?" William said it brusquely, disappearing from the scene.

Liam, Penelope, and Jeremy exchanged knowing looks, sharing a collective sigh that spoke volumes. A subtle communication passed between Jeremy and Penelope through a shared gaze, and with a nod of understanding, she swiftly trailed after William.

'I had a hunch he'd end up here.'

Penelope spotted William at the edge of the cliff overlooking Cherry Mountain, near the mesmerizing Red Water Falls. Choosing deliberate steps, she closed the distance and gently wrapped her arms around him from behind, providing a silent, reassuring presence.

"Why are you letting Isabella's actions get under your skin? You know she's overly superstitious and genuinely cares about your safety," she murmured softly in his ears, prompting him to squint his eyes in an attempt to quell his emotions.

"Regardless, she's just a wizard. How dare she act coy and follow me all the way to the battlefield?"

"William, my love, you were a bit too harsh with her. Despite your strength as the mightiest werewolf and a formidable warrior, wizards possess a different kind of power-they can defeat their enemies without even lifting a finger," Penelope whispered soothingly in his ear.

William remained arrogantly defiant, justifying his actions, but Penelope knew how to handle the strong-headed Alpha. She tamed him within moments.

"Alright, what's on your mind?" William relented, turning around and enveloping Penelope's waist in a tight, protective embrace with his muscular arms.

"Offer an apology to Isabella and display some humility. Don't forget, the Crescent Moon pack owes a debt to wizards in our territory."

William chuckled. "Apologies from Alpha William? Keep dreaming," he said, playfully squeezing Penelope's cheeks.

"But......"

"Shut the f**k up. Do you know what happens when you misbehave?" He interrupted sharply.

Attempting to persuade William, she was met with the suppression of her words as he sealed her lips with his own in a deep, intense kiss.

William and Penelope's lips engaged in a fervent dance, their tongues intertwining like vines in the jungle. A primal energy surged through them, heightened by the untamed sounds of the wilderness, creating the perfect backdrop for a passionate exploration beneath the moonlit canopy.

Two green eyes shimmered from a distance behind a tree, tears forming as they watched the intimate moment between Alpha William and his mate.

It was Isabella, who, despite breathing a sigh of relief after William's triumph over the vampires, couldn't escape the persistent vision of his impending demise. Helpless against the yearnings of her heart, she clandestinely followed William, grappling with her emotions as she silently observed him mating with Penelope.

Isabella squeezed her eyes shut, allowing tear drops to fall, and turned around in silence, her hand clutching her heart over her left breast.

"William, now that you have Penelope by your side, I shouldn't worry. I hope no danger will touch you," she whispered to herself, continuing her journey through the woods.

After covering a considerable distance, weariness settled in, and she settled against a massive Banyan tree. With her head resting on her knees and her eyes closed, Isabella sought solace in the quiet embrace of the forest.

A minute later, she jolted, her eyes reopening with a sudden realization, and she mumbled, "How could that be?"

For the first time, she experienced a flash without her intention or using her power-a vision that unsettled her to the core. It was the same unsettling flashes, but now she witnessed something peculiar.

"No, this cannot be unfolding," she muttered, rising swiftly and advancing towards William and Penelope with purposeful strides.