Chapter 2
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POV: David
The prophecy whispered through David Knight's dreams like smoke through a cracked window.
"The Void Luna shall rise from ash and scorn..."
He woke with a gasp, his chest heaving, silver-gray eyes snapping open in the darkness. The penthouse was silent except for the distant hum of Manhattan far below. Moonlight streamed through floor-to-ceiling windows, painting silver stripes across his bare chest.
"...to love the Cursed King is to be reborn."
David sat up slowly, running a hand through his dark hair. The words echoed in his skull like a curse because that's exactly what they were. A curse. A warning. A promise of destruction that had haunted him since the night his father died and the prophecy had been revealed.
"Sir?"
A knock at his bedroom door. David recognized the steady rhythm immediately. Ethan Wolfe, his Beta, his second-in-command, his most trusted ally.
"Enter."
Ethan stepped inside, his square jaw set with professional concern. He was dressed in a crisp suit, his buzz-cut hair impeccable, his brown eyes alert despite the early hour. "The pack is ready for the morning briefing. We have reports from the border patrol. Nothing unusual."
David swung his legs out of bed, not bothering to hide his bare torso. "And the gala arrangements?"
Ethan hesitated, just a fraction of a second. "Proceeding as planned. The event planning team has selected a designer for the staging."
David didn't look at him. He walked to the window, his broad shoulders rigid, his reflection staring back at him with hollow eyes. "Who?"
"A woman named Amora Sinclair. She's independent, rising in the industry. The team was impressed with her proposal."
Amora. The name meant nothing to David. He nodded curtly. "Fine. Let them handle it. I don't need to be involved in the details."
"Of course, sir."
Ethan lingered. David felt his Beta's gaze on his back. He didn't turn around.
"Is there something else, Ethan?"
A pause. "You haven't been sleeping well. The pack is starting to notice. The warriors ask questions."
David's jaw tightened. "Tell them to mind their own business."
"Sir, with respect"
"I said, tell them to mind their own business." David's voice was ice, the cold command of an Alpha who had no patience for concern. He finally turned, his silver-gray eyes hard as steel. "The pack follows. They don't question."
Ethan bowed his head. "Of course, Alpha King."
The title hung between them. Alpha King. Leader of the Shadow Moon Pack. CEO of Knight Global Holdings. One of the youngest billionaires in history. Powerful. Feared. Untouchable.
And utterly alone.
"The gala is in three weeks," Ethan continued, his voice carefully neutral. "The guest list includes several rival packs, human politicians, and the Witch Queen's representatives."
David's eyes narrowed. "Selene is sending representatives?"
"Diplomatic ones. At least officially."
"Unofficially, she's testing our borders. She's looking for cracks." David walked to his closet, pulling out a perfectly tailored black suit. "She won't find any. We're stronger than ever."
"Your enemies grow bolder, Alpha King. The prophecy has reached them. They believe the Void Luna will rise soon, and they'll do anything to capture her before you do."
The Void Luna. The woman who was destined to be his mate. The woman who would destroy him if he loved her.
David laughed. It was a cold, hollow sound. "She won't rise, Ethan. I'll make sure of it."
"Sir?"
David pulled on his shirt, his movements sharp and deliberate. "I've spent years preparing for this. Every moment of every day, I've trained, fought, and built my empire to be strong enough to survive the prophecy. I will not let some mythical mate destroy everything I've built. I will never love anyone. It's that simple."
Ethan's brow furrowed. "But the Moon Goddess"
"The Moon Goddess is a force of nature, not a ruler of my soul." David turned, his expression utterly cold. "She speaks of fate. I speak of choice. And I choose to reject the mate bond before it even forms. I will not be weak. I will not be vulnerable. I will protect my pack with steel, not love."
Ethan said nothing. He didn't need to. David knew his Beta disagreed. They'd known each other for twenty years. They'd bled together, fought together, survived together. And through it all, David had never let anyone close.
That was the point.
"Prepare the briefing," David ordered. "I'll be there in ten minutes."
Ethan nodded and left, his footsteps silent on the marble floors.
Ten minutes later, David stood in the pack's war room, a sprawling space in the bowels of Knight Global Holdings that doubled as Shadow Moon territory's command center.
The walls were lined with monitors showing security feeds, pack territories, and financial reports. His warriors stood at attention, their eyes gleaming with supernatural awareness.
David took his place at the head of the table. The warriors bowed their heads.
"Report," he said.
One of the warriors stepped forward. "Alpha King, the Blood Fang Pack has mobilized near our eastern border. They claim it's a training exercise. We believe they're testing our defenses."
David's eyes narrowed. "Magnus Blackthorn is bold. Has he forgotten our last treaty?"
"Likely he believes the prophecy makes you vulnerable, sir. He thinks you're distracted."
David leaned forward, his knuckles white on the table. "Let him think that. We're not distracted. We're prepared. Double the border patrol. If any Blood Fang wolf crosses our line, I want them alive for questioning."
"Yes, Alpha King."
Another warrior spoke. "Selene's representative has requested a meeting. She wants to discuss trade agreements."
"Trade," David said flatly. "She wants to trade information. She's looking for weaknesses."
"Should we meet with her, sir?"
David considered it. Selene Nightshade was the Witch Queen, a powerful and manipulative force who had been circling his kingdom for years. Meeting with her representative was dangerous. Refusing would provoke her.
"Set the meeting," he said finally. "But make it clear: any treachery will be met with annihilation."
The warriors nodded, their faces grim. They knew the stakes. They'd been at war with the Witch Queen's forces for years. The gala was as much a trap as it was a celebration.
After the briefing, David retreated to his office—a massive corner space with windows overlooking Central Park. The room was austere, functional, and utterly cold. No personal photos. No sentimental objects. Just a desk, a computer, and the weight of a kingdom on his shoulders.
Ethan entered without knocking, something only him could get away with.
"Sir, about the gala."
David didn't look up from his papers. "What about it?"
"I think you should attend."
David's pen paused. "I don't have time for parties."
"Attending the gala would make a statement. It shows the human world our strength. It reinforces our alliances." Ethan paused. "And it gives you a reason to be seen. The pack needs that. They need to see their Alpha King present, powerful, untouchable."
David set down his pen. "You're trying to get me out of this office."
"I'm trying to get you out of yourself," Ethan said frankly. "You can't hide forever. The prophecy will come whether you fear it or not. You might as well face the world with your head held high."
David stared at his Beta for a long moment. Ethan was right. The pack needed him to be visible, confident, unshakeable.
"Fine," he said. "I'll attend the gala. But I won't stay long."
Ethan nodded, hiding his satisfaction. "I'll inform the event team."
David turned back to the window, his reflection, a ghost in the glass. The city sprawled beneath him—millions of lives, thousands of stories, all moving forward without any awareness of the supernatural war that raged in their shadows.
He'd built this empire to protect his pack. He'd sacrificed love, friendship, and his own humanity to become the perfect leader. He couldn't stop now. He couldn't afford weakness.
"Never love," he muttered to his reflection. "Never love anyone. That's the only way to survive."
The words felt hollow, even to him.
Later that night, David stood on his private balcony, the city lights glittering below. The wind was cold, biting against his skin. He didn't feel it. He'd stopped feeling much of anything years ago.
His phone buzzed. A message from Ethan: "Gala event designer confirmed. Name: Amora Sinclair. She'll be at the gala to oversee the staging. Do you want to meet her beforehand?"
David stared at the name. Amora. It meant nothing. It was just a woman doing a job.
"No," he typed back. "I don't need to meet her."
He pocketed his phone and looked up at the moon. It hung full and silver, a reminder of the goddess who had cursed him with destiny. His wolf stirred restlessly, sensing something David refused to acknowledge.
Mate, the wolf whispered. Soon. Our mate is near.
David silenced the voice with sheer will. "There is no mate," he said coldly. "There is only duty. There is only the pack. There is only my kingdom."
The moon offered no answer. It never did.
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