His Possessive Luna

The Gold Moon Pack

William's POV

I wasn't supposed to be here.

Gold Moon doesn't attend Claiming Ceremonies. We haven't in decades — not since my father decided we had nothing to gain from parading ourselves in front of packs who either fear us or want something from us. I told my council the same thing when they raised it this year. No interest. Not worth the exposure.

Then came the dream.

Snow, endless and untouched, and a scent I couldn't place — something that pulled at me the second I woke, like my body remembered it even if my mind didn't. I saw myself standing in a clearing, another wolf across from me, jet-black and broad enough to be dangerous even at rest. And between us, something neither of us could look away from.

I didn't see her face. Just the pull. A pull strong enough that I was on a jet within two days, ignoring every objection from my Beta, my mother, my own good sense.

"You're aware this makes no sense," my Beta, Marcus, said on the flight over. "We skip this Ceremony for a decade, and now you want to show up unannounced, days late, because of a dream?"

"I know how it sounds."

"I don't think you do. If this is what I think it is—"

"Then it's what it is," I told him, and he dropped it, because he's known me long enough to recognize when I've already decided something.

We land, and the Green Valley Beta himself meets us at a private strip — a courtesy, I assume, or an attempt to keep our arrival quiet, given how badly this must complicate the timing for everyone. He's tall, sharp-eyed, exactly as capable as his reputation suggests.

"Alpha William. We weren't expecting Gold Moon this year," he says, careful.

"Neither was I, until recently," I answer. "I understand my arrival is unusual. I'll keep my presence as quiet as your comfort requires."

He studies me a moment too long before nodding. "We'll arrange proper introductions tonight."

I already know why he's uneasy. Blood Moon is here. Has been for days. And if my instincts are right about that dream, I'm about to walk directly into whatever mess that's already created.

Jane's POV

Dad tells me over breakfast, without much warning, that Gold Moon has arrived — late, unannounced, and that their Alpha will be formally welcomed tonight.

"Gold Moon wasn't even attending this year," I say, confused. "I thought they'd decided against it."

"They changed their mind," Dad says, distracted, clearly still working through what this means logistically. "Alpha William apparently had some kind of vision pointing him here. Wolves take those seriously, especially from a bloodline like his."

A vision. My stomach drops before my brain even catches up to why.

I already know why.

I spend the rest of the day pretending to care about anything else — my friends, the leftover birthday gifts scattered around my room, Mom fretting over table arrangements for tonight's dinner — but my mind keeps circling back to the same dream I had weeks ago. Two wolves. One jet-black with grey eyes, unmistakably Xavier. The other black too, but with icy blue eyes and gold fur along his neck, snarling at him across a clearing that never made sense to me until now.

I didn't understand it then. I do now, and I hate what it means.

By evening, I'm standing beside my parents again, dressed for another formal welcome, my stomach in knots for reasons that have nothing to do with nerves this time. Xavier's here too, somewhere in the crowd — I haven't spotted him yet, and part of me is grateful for that, because I have no idea how I'm supposed to explain any of this to him.

Alpha William Gold steps into the hall, and the second I see him, I understand exactly why my wolf reacted the way she did days ago, before I even knew who he was.

He's tall — not quite Xavier's height, but close — lean in a way that reads controlled rather than delicate, sandy blond hair, and startlingly pale blue eyes that lock onto mine the moment he crosses the threshold. There's none of Gabriel's smugness in him, none of Xavier's dangerous stillness either. Something calmer. Measured.

And the pull hits me instantly — that same unbearable tug I felt the moment I saw Xavier at the airport, except this time it comes with an entirely different feeling underneath it: recognition, not surprise. My wolf already knew him. She's known him since that dream.

His eyes widen slightly when he sees me, just for a second, before he catches himself and smooths it into something more composed. He knows too.

Dad steps forward to formally greet him, introductions moving the way they always do — polite, careful, performative. When it's my turn, William takes my hand properly, none of Gabriel's theatrics, none of Xavier's practiced indifference. Just a quiet, steady grip, and a look that says he's as thrown by this as I am.

"Jane," he says, testing my name like he's been waiting to say it. "It's a pleasure."

"Likewise," I manage, though my voice comes out thinner than I mean it to.

Across the hall, I catch movement — Xavier, stepping into view for the first time tonight, and the moment his eyes land on William, something in his expression goes utterly still. Not confused. Recognizing. His jaw tightens the way it did at the airport when Gabriel first touched my hand, except this is worse, because William isn't some minor annoyance he can dismiss.

He already knows exactly who Gold Moon is to me.

I feel the air shift before anything happens — Xavier's aura pressing outward, sharp and sudden, enough that a few nearby wolves flinch and step back. William doesn't step back. If anything, he straightens, meeting it head-on, his own aura rising to match — not aggressive, but unwilling to yield either.

Two of the most powerful Alphas alive, and I'm standing directly between them, my own wolf pulling toward both at once like she can't decide which direction is home.

Dad notices the tension a beat too late, stepping smoothly between the two men with the kind of practiced calm only a Beta who's spent years managing volatile egos could manage. "Gentlemen. Perhaps we save any... discussions for another time."

Xavier's eyes stay locked on William a moment longer before he forces himself to look away, and I swear I can feel the effort it costs him.

William turns back to me, voice low enough that only I catch it. "I think you and I have quite a lot to talk about."

I don't answer. I don't know how to.

Because somewhere behind him, Xavier is already walking away — and I have a feeling tonight was only the beginning of a problem I have absolutely no idea how to solve.