The Alpha Blessed Luna

CHAPTER 3: WHERE DANGER LIVES

I continued running hopping that Pink would stop if she sensed the danger of where I was going.

I didn’t remember leaving the pack grounds.

Only that at some point, the walls had begun to close in on me… the air too heavy, too thick with everything I refused to say out loud. My feet moved before my mind could catch up, carrying me past the gates, past the guards who didn’t dare stop me, and straight into the one place no wolf entered unless they had nothing left to lose.

The Wild Forest.

“Emily!”

Pink’s voice cracked behind me, sharp with panic, with something dangerously close to fear. I heard her footsteps pounding against the earth as she chased after me.

She was not letting go.

It was one of the reason I loved her.

“Emily, stop!”

I didn’t.

I couldn’t.

If I stopped, I would have to feel everything all at once. The betrayal. The humiliation. The way his voice had sounded when he told me to leave… like I was nothing.

Like I had always been nothing.

She caught up just at the edge of the forest, her hand grabbing my arm, forcing me to turn.

Her eyes were already wet.

“What happened?” she demanded, her voice trembling. “You left the Alpha’s chambers and—Emily, you look—”

She couldn’t even finish it.

Good.

Because I couldn’t say it.

My throat tightened as I pulled my arm free, gently but firmly. I couldn’t meet her eyes for long. If I did, the truth would spill out, and I wasn’t ready for that.

Not yet.

Maybe not ever.

“I’m fine,” I said.

The lie tasted bitter.

Pink shook her head immediately, tears spilling over now. “No, you’re not. Don’t do this. Don’t go in there.”

Her gaze flickered past me, into the dense, shadowed forest where even the light seemed afraid to linger.

“You know what’s in there,” she whispered. “The Krackans… they don’t spare anything. Not wolves. Not Lycans. Nothing.”

I knew.

Of course, I knew.

Every child in the pack grew up on stories of what lived in this forest. Creatures that didn’t just kill… they devoured. Left nothing behind but silence.

And worse—

“No shifting,” Pink added, her voice breaking. “You won’t be able to shift in there. You’ll be human the entire time. Please, Emily… don’t do this.”

For a moment, I hesitated.

Not because I was afraid.

But because she cared.

Because she was standing here, crying for me, while the man I had just saved couldn’t even offer me a single ounce of respect.

“I just need space,” I said quietly.

“Not like this,” she begged. “Anywhere but here.”

I swallowed hard, forcing my expression to remain steady even as everything inside me fractured further.

“I’ll be fine.”

Another lie.

This one worse than the first.

“Emily—”

I turned away before she could say anything else.

Because if I stayed, I might break.

And I couldn’t afford that.

Not in front of her.

Not where anyone could see.

So I walked into the forest.

And I left her there.

I knew she was crying.

Not because she was weak.

Not because she wanted to cry.

Because she saw how vulnerable I was.

The deeper I went, the quieter it became.

No birds.

No wind.

No life.

Just the sound of my own footsteps and the dull, persistent ache in my chest.

I didn’t know how far I had gone.

Didn’t care.

My thoughts spiralled, looping back to the same moment over and over again.

“I never asked for that.”

How could he have said that to me.

“Did he ask for Lady Mars?”

Then I remembered even the worse thing he said.

“I wanted a lover… not a warrior.”

Each memory cut deeper than the last.

Yes I may not have the curves that Lady Mars has.

I was never a weretouched.

I stopped eventually, my breathing uneven, my hands trembling slightly as I pressed them against my face.

Why did it hurt this much?

I had faced death countless times. Fought enemies stronger than me. Stood my ground when others would have run.

But this…

This had brought me to my knees without even touching me.

A bitter laugh almost escaped my lips.

So this was what it meant to be mated.

To be tied to someone who could destroy you without lifting a hand.

I lowered my hands slowly, forcing myself to breathe.

Think.

I couldn’t stay here.

No matter how much I wanted to disappear into the darkness, I wasn’t stupid. The Wild Forest wasn’t a place for grieving.

It was a place for dying.

The Krackans wouldn’t care about my heartbreak. They wouldn’t hesitate.

And without my wolf…

I was vulnerable.

Exposed.

Human.

My jaw tightened as I reached for my sword, pulling it free from its sheath. The familiar weight grounded me slightly, anchoring me to something real.

Something I understood.

Steel didn’t lie.

Steel didn’t betray.

“I just need to get out,” I muttered to myself, my voice barely more than a whisper.

Find another path. Another place. Anywhere but here.

I took a step forward—

And froze.

A sound.

Soft.

Almost nonexistent.

But it was there.

Behind me.

Slowly, my grip tightened on my sword as I turned, my senses sharpening instantly despite the storm still raging inside me.

“Show yourself,” I called, my voice steadier than I felt.

Silence answered me.

Then—

A presence.

It didn’t approach.

It simply… appeared.

One moment, the space between the trees was empty.

The next—

He was there.

Tall.

Imposing.

Wrong in a way that made every instinct in my body scream at once.

Recognition hit me like a physical force.

The Lycan King.

Meka

My breath stilled.

So this was the source.

The one who had sent death to my mate.

His gaze locked onto mine, cold and calculating, as if he had already decided how this would end.

“Well,” he said slowly, his voice deep, carrying an unsettling calm. “This is… unexpected.”

My grip on my sword didn’t waver, though my pulse thundered in my ears.

“You shouldn’t be here,” I replied.

A faint smirk touched his lips.

“Neither should you.”

The air between us shifted, heavy with something dangerous… something inevitable.

His eyes darkened slightly as he took a step forward.

“You interfered,” he said, his tone sharpening. “My assassins were precise. Efficient. They do not fail.”

My heart pounded harder, but I stood my ground.

“They did tonight.”

Something flickered in his expression then.

Interest.

“And that,” he continued, his voice lowering, “makes you a problem.”

I felt it before he said it.

The intent.

The certainty.

“You saved him,” Meka said. “You ruined my plan.”

The forest seemed to close in around us, the shadows deepening, pressing closer as if they were listening.

Waiting.

His gaze hardened, all traces of amusement gone now.

“And for that…” he finished, his voice turning cold as ice, “you must die.”

For a brief moment, the pain in my chest faded.

Replaced by something else.

Something sharper.

Clearer.

Purpose.

Slowly, I raised my sword, the blade catching what little light filtered through the trees.

If this were how my night would end…

Then I wouldn’t go quietly.

Not for him.

Not for anyone.

“Come and try,” I said.