The Alpha king’s chosen Luna

Chapter2

“What have I become?” Olivia asked, her voice trembling as she stared at Roman.

He didn’t look away. His eyes were calm, but something deeper moved behind them.

“You have shifted”, he said at last, his voice low but steady, “more than a wolf. You carry the power of moon goddess”

Her heart skipped.

“The moon Goddess?” She whispered.

She expected fear, or relief, or something solid. Instead, confusion stormed inside her.

“Yes,” Roman said, stepping closer. “That’s why the blood moon rose. You summoned it. You summoned the spirit.”

“You’ve changed, Olivia. You are no longer that weak girl. And you are not just a wolf either.”

She swallowed hard. Part of her wanted to run, to hide and pretend none of this was real.

But even the thought of escape made heat rush beneath her skin, fire racing through her veins, reminding her there was no turning back.

“ I don’t understand,” she said. “Why me? Why now?”

Roman shook his head slowly. “I don’t know either. But you must learn to control the power, otherwise the power would control you.”

Olivia clenched her fist. Energy thrummed through her chest, her arm, her entire being. It was thrilling and terrifying.

Meanwhile Derek stormed into Claire’s territory, fury burning in his eyes. He demanded answers the moment he entered the chambers.

“You said the rogues were just going to confirm if her powers had already awakened in the forest and not hurt her,”he roared, pacing.

Claire seated, far too calm.

“I did not mean to hurt her,” she said coldly. I only wanted to see if her powers had awakened. It was her sister’s fifth anniversary. It was the perfect time to test her.”

Derek stopped pacing.

“Her powers have awakened.”

Claire's expression changed. “What do you mean her powers have awakened? The rogue said she couldn’t even fight back.”

“Her powers awakened, she shifted during the spirit calling rite for Lysandra’s anniversary,” Derek snapped. “And she summoned the moon.”

Claire went still.

“Do you mean the blood moon that rose last night?”

“Yes,”Derek replied. “It was her doing.”

Since stretched between them.

“If she has truly awakened,”Claire said slowly, “then she will become the next Luna. The power she carries cannot be contained. You must decide what to do, Derek. We must remove her now, or else she will grow beyond our control.”

“You will not lay a finger on her,” Derek said firmly.

Clare stood abruptly, her fist clenching.

“Stop being stupid, Derek. Get rid of those feelings you have for her. We sacrificed too much to come this far. Don’t ruin it.”

“We will find another way to overthrow Roman,” Derek said. “But Olivia will not be touched.”

“Olivia, Olivia, Olivia,” Claire mocked. “ What is wrong with you? Do you think she will forgive you when she finds out the truth? That you knew about her sister’s death? That she was the true Luna and not Lysandra? That you are a spy in their territory?”

Her voice hardened.

“You will become her greatest enemy.” So as I said, get rid of those feelings. She is our enemy.

The doors burst open.

Three council members of the palace entered.

“ Olivia is our enemy,” one of them said calmly, “but she cannot be killed yet. It would raise suspicions.”

“We must create confusion between them,” another one added. “Wait for the public declaration. She will soon be declared the next Luna by the priestess. After that we move.”

“Every step we take must be good but not to hurt Olivia,” Derek turned and left to the palace.

Their plan was simple.

Convince the pack that Olivia’s power would weaken the Alpha and not strengthen him.

Turn doubt into division and division into downfall.

Back at the palace, the court chamber was heavy with tension.

The council stood gathered. Olivia’s mom stood beside them. The moon priestess stepped forward, silver paint glowing on her forehead.

Roman sat on his throne and Olivia stood at the center of the gathering.

The priestess raised her voice.

“The new Luna fated to the king is Olivia Ashford.”

Silence crashed over the court chambers.

“Fated?” she whispered. “Luna? How is that possible? Roman was my sister’s husband.”

Her voice shook.

Roman’s jaw tightened. His eyes flickered towards her, then away.

“You” he began. “She is Lysandra’s sister.

“Yes,” the priestess said firmly. She stepped closer, as though commanding the wind itself to listen.

“She is the key, without her, the pack will falter. Without her, generations will end. Do not deny what is destined.”

The words hit Olivia harder than she expected. This wasn’t about power. This was about survival.

Roman closed his eyes briefly.

She could see the struggle inside him. Duty against grief and loyalty against memory.

When he opened them again, they were darker.

“What if I can’t?” he asked quietly.

“You must,” Olivia’s mother said sharply.

“For the pack. For all of us. This is not a choice of heart. It is a choice of survival.

Olivia’s chest tightened.

She didn’t want him to feel forced.

She didn’t want to be accepted because of fate.

The moon priestess turned to her.

“You are the Luna of this territory. You have shifted fully. You carry the ancient power of the moon goddess. You will stand beside the king and protect this land.”

She turned back to Roman.

"If the Alpha refuses, he risks not only the throne but the future of the pack. If he accepts he gains truth, loyalty and a great power that will hold this pack for generations.”

The court chamber felt smaller and heavier.

“The decision you make,” the priestess said, “will determine the future of the shadow fang pack”.

The priestess lowered her hands.

For a moment, no one moved.

Then she turned without another word and walked out of the court chamber, her silver marking gliding faintly under the torches.

And every eye turned to Roman.