The Alpha Blessed Luna

The night still clung to my skin, thick with the scent of blood and iron, when it all began to feel real. Not during the fight. Not when the assassins came. Then, there had been no room for feeling. Only instinct. Only him. Only Cally. I had sensed them before anyone else did. I knew somehow they were coming for him. I knew they were going to make him pay for all he stood for. It started as a ripple beneath my ribs, a sharp, uneasy pull from the bond that tied me to him. Being mated to an Alpha was never quiet, but this… this was different. It felt Urgent. Like a certain violence. Like something was reaching for him through the dark. I remember freezing mid-step, my breath catching as my wolf surged forward inside me. I could sense the danger. Not near me. Near him. Near my beloved Cally. “Cally…” I whispered, though he was nowhere in sight. Then the wind shifted, and it hit me. Strangers, I could have sworn I had never seen them before in our territory. Not rogues. Not ordinary wolves. But Lycans. My heart slammed hard against my chest as realisation set in. The Lycan King didn’t send warnings. He sent death. And tonight, death had come for my mate. By the time I reached the Alpha quarters, chaos had already begun. Guards lay scattered, some of them were unconscious, some bleeding, some… not moving at all. The doors had been forced open, splintered wood hanging off broken hinges. The metallic scent of blood was so thick it coated my tongue. A low growl built in my chest as I stepped inside. They were already there. Three of them. No… four. Tall, broader than any wolf I had ever seen, their forms caught between man and beast, eyes glowing with a cold and merciless intelligence. They weren’t rushing. They weren’t panicking. They were hunting. And at the centre of it was Cally. He was fighting them off, but even as strong as he was, I could see it. The strain. The blood on his side. The slight stagger in his footing that only I would notice. He was losing. My vision blurred red. I didn’t think. I didn’t hesitate. I shifted mid-stride, bones cracking, muscles tearing and reforming as my wolf burst free with a roar that echoed through the room. One of them turned just in time to meet me as I slammed into him with full force, sending him crashing into the far wall. The fight exploded after that. Claws. Teeth. Blood. I moved like something wild and untamed, something unrecognisable even to myself. Every instinct I had sharpened into one singular purpose: to protect him. To protect the very one I love. I was ready to kill anyone and anything trying to destroy my love. I found out that they were Lycans. One lunged at Cally from behind, and I intercepted, tearing into his arm before he could land the blow. Another tried to flank me, but I spun, jaws locking onto his throat, feeling flesh give way beneath my bite. I heard Cally’s voice once, shouting my name, but it barely registered. The bond pulsed wildly between us, feeding me, driving me harder, faster, stronger and deadlier. One by one, they fell. Not easily. Not cleanly. But they fell. The last one hesitated. And in that moment, I saw it. Recognition. Not of me as Emily. But of what I was willing to become. He retreated. Not out of mercy but out of warning. This wasn’t over. Not by a stretch. Silence came slowly after that. Heavy and suffocating. I shifted back, my body trembling as the adrenaline drained from my veins. There was blood everywhere, some mine, most not. Blood streaked across my skin as I turned to him. Cally. He was still standing. Barely. The moment our eyes met, something inside me broke loose. I crossed the space between us without thinking, my hands reaching for him, checking, searching, needing to make sure he was still here. Still alive. “I’m fine,” he said, though his voice was rough and strained. “You’re bleeding,” I shot back, my voice shaking despite myself. “So are you.” “I don’t care about me.” “You fought well.” His smile could not hide the pain from the injuries. “We defeated them,” I smiled back. His gaze softened then, something unspoken passing between us. And for a moment… just a moment… everything else faded. The others arrived soon after. Guards. Elders. Pack members. Voices filled the space, overlapping in relief and shock as they took in the aftermath. Questions were thrown around, but most of them died when their eyes landed on me. On what I had done. “It was her,” someone said. “She saved him.” “Our Luna saved the Alpha.” I didn't know if Alpha Cally would love them singing my praise, but I was sincerely glad I saved him. I knew if I were not there, he would have fallen. Gratitude came in waves after that. Words, nods, hands reaching out in thanks. I barely registered any of it. My focus stayed on Cally as they helped him back to his chambers to be treated. I underestimated how badly hurt he was. He was not walking comfortably as they led him to his chambers. I followed, of course. How could I not? Time passed in fragments after that. The healer was called. Wounds were cleaned. Orders were given. I asked the healer to attend to Cally first. At that moment, I didn’t feel that I was injured. My adrenaline was still running high. I stayed back just enough not to interfere, but close enough that I could still feel him through the bond. It had calmed now, settling into a steady warmth that reassured me he was okay. Eventually, I stepped away. Just for a moment. To breathe. To think. To let everything that had happened catch up to me. The Lycan King was not joking. I could remember his laughter as he threatened to take over our pack. We were the last pack not yet conquered. And I was not going to allow anyone to change that status. Our pack has housed all different species, even the Weretouched and the Therians. The Omegas and the Betas. I stayed out for a while, then I remembered Cally. I needed to see him before I leave. I want to know how he was feeling after the attack. When I returned to his chambers, it was quiet. Too quiet. The door wasn’t fully closed. Just slightly ajar. I didn’t think anything of it at first. I should have. I pushed it open gently, my heart already easing at the thought of seeing him resting, safe, alive because I had made it in time. “Cally…” I started softly as I stepped inside. And then— Everything stopped. The world. My breath. My heart. He wasn’t alone. Lady Mars. She was in his bed. Close. Too close. Their bodies tangled in a way that needed no explanation, no clarification. The air in the room felt thick, suffocating, like it was pressing down on my chest, stealing what little breath I had left. For a second, I couldn’t move. Couldn’t think. The same bond that had burned so fiercely just moments ago now twisted painfully inside me, sharp and disorienting. This… this didn’t make sense. I had just— I had fought for him. Bled for him. Saved him. My fingers curled slightly at my sides as something cold crept in beneath the shock. He hadn’t noticed me yet. Neither of them had. And somehow… that made it worse. Because it meant this wasn’t an accident. It wasn’t a moment of confusion. It was real. My throat tightened, but no sound came out. No scream. No accusation. Just silence. Heavy. Breaking. As the truth settled in. And for the first time since the fight, since the blood and the violence and the desperate need to protect him… I felt something far more dangerous r ise within me. Not fear. Not even anger. But something quieter. Something sharper. Something that whispered. Why would Cally do this to me?