The Alpha's Luna Is Mine

Her Health

Aethelwulf POV

Why does this look more like a trap to me than an entrust? I shrugged my shoulders slowly, letting the thought settle but not fully trusting it, then closed my door behind me with a quiet click that echoed slightly in the silent room. I should have a good sleep first, tomorrow I will figure out if there is more to this.

Something about the way Preston spoke, the timing, the urgency, it all sat wrong with me, like pieces of a puzzle that didn’t want to fit naturally. I walked back to my bed, dragged my polo off my body and threw myself onto it, landing with a loud thud that shook the mattress slightly under my weight.

The room was dark, thick with silence, only the faint sound of the wind pressing against the windows breaking it slightly. Darkness covered my vision almost immediately as my body finally gave in to rest. But there was more to it this time, I wasn’t sleeping, or maybe my body was, but my mind wasn’t sinking properly into rest, my soul felt suspended somewhere between reality and something deeper, something heavier.

The tattoo on my chest and back began to burn like brimstone, slowly at first, then sharper, like fire being traced under my skin. I tried to scream but I couldn’t, my throat locked, my body refusing every command I gave it. I stood up slowly, feeling lighter than ever, almost as if gravity had forgotten me. I walked to the door, turned back to look at the bed, and saw my body still lying there in a sleeping position, calm and unmoving, like I had been separated from myself.

My chest and back tattoos ignited with a red light, faint but growing stronger, spreading across my skin like something alive. My fangs elongated immediately, sharp pressure forming in my jaw as if something was forcing them out. Red veins crawled upward from my arms to my neck and face, visible beneath my skin, pulsing like they carried something foreign.

I could feel my eye colour shifting into black, deeper than darkness itself, like something had replaced the natural colour of my vision with void. Everything sharpened around me, every sound, every breath, every distant movement of air. I could hear it clearly now, the call of the priest, deep, ancient, echoing somewhere beyond the physical world.

“Jakowaza!!!” The voice became even louder, vibrating through space itself.

I turned toward the door without hesitation, my movements no longer fully mine, and walked out. With the speed of lightning I left the Alpha mansion, moving through space in a way that defied normal limits. Walls were no longer barriers, distance was no longer real, everything blurred as I ran.

I could see the forest ahead, tall trees stretching endlessly upward, thick leaves swaying gently, but none of them touched me as I passed through them, deeper, deeper, until the atmosphere changed completely and I reached the ancient hall hidden beyond normal reach.

The air there felt heavier, older, filled with pressure that pressed against my chest even in this state. Shadows clung to corners of the structure, moving slightly even when nothing was there. I stepped forward and stood in front of him.

“Yes, boss,” I replied as I stood before him.

His presence alone made the space feel tighter, like reality itself was bending slightly around his authority.

“They got their spell. They’ve awakened Nicolas.”

The words landed heavily, and for a moment there was silence before it broke.

“How did they do that? I used an unusual spell on the tomb, the chronicles of the key were burnt, I…” Quinton was already trying to argue, his voice rising with frustration and disbelief. He always spoke like he could reverse reality by questioning it enough times.

“It is no use telling me what you think you did. For your information, they smashed through whatever you think you created. Go and study more…” Alice said sharply, cutting through his sentence without hesitation.

She was the most impatient in the crew, always quick to respond, always ready to challenge anything that sounded uncertain. Quinton, however, wasn’t the type to let anything slide. He turned toward her immediately.

“Then you should try being of use here. You weren’t added to this crew just to use your fangs, you know,” he snapped back.

That hit her immediately. Her expression shifted, her body tensing, and she dashed toward him without thinking.

“You can try to raise your filthy hand on me, I bet you won’t recognise your beautiful face for a week at least,” he threatened in a low, controlled voice, soft but dangerous enough to make the air between them tighten.

“We’re not here to argue. What are we going to do?” The priest asked calmly. His voice never rose, never rushed, yet it always carried authority that made everything else feel unnecessary.

Silence followed immediately.

“We all know that Nicolas is the end of Genesis. He is here for revenge, nothing more than that. We succeeded in locking him inside the tomb for a whole century, but this time he is not just returning for destruction of bodies, he will create hell itself. He is our end if we do not act fast. Our goal right now is simple, destroy him forever,” I stated, my voice steady, controlled, carrying the weight of certainty. Everyone paid rapt attention.

“But first, we all have to disguise ourselves. Avoid going out during sunlight, he will easily detect us. Avoid turning anyone, and for any reason, do not feed on uncertain blood. Sucking human blood once a month is more advised than doing it regularly,” I continued, my tone firm, making sure every word was absorbed.

No one interrupted this time. Even Quinton remained silent, though I could feel his frustration burning under his restraint.

“With all these being said, what’s the solution?” Alice asked again, pushing as always, unable to let silence remain.

I took a slow breath. She had always been a problem in discussions like this, always trying to provoke answers like urgency alone could create strategy.

“The same way the solution to bring down Adolf Hitler did not come in a day, do you think the solution to bring down Nicolas will come in minutes?” Quinton asked before I could respond, throwing her question back at her.

She opened her mouth again, ready to argue, ready to turn it into another unnecessary exchange.

“No. I am not here for this. Boss, I will be on my way,” I said firmly to the priest, cutting through everything. He nodded once, and I turned and walked out of the room.

“Alpha Aethelwulf!”

I jerked up from the bed, the rays of light hitting my eyes immediately and almost blinding me. The sudden brightness felt aggressive, like reality itself was forcing me back into place.

“Alpha Aethelwulf!” The voice came again, clearer now, but still unfamiliar in tone.

Who the hell is calling my name like that?

I dragged myself up from the bed, still disoriented, turned to my left, and realized I only had my pants on. I picked up the polo I had dropped on the floor, pulled it over my body quickly, smoothing it down as I regained awareness, then walked to the door and opened it. I stared down at the guard standing outside.

“Hello sir, the Alpha of Goral Pack and the Alpha of Water Bloom Pack are here to see you. They claim you have an appointment with them,” he announced.

I narrowed my eyes at him immediately, irritation already rising in my chest like heat building under pressure.

“Do they have an appointment with me or with Preston?” I asked, my voice low and sharp.

“With you, sir,” he replied.

I nodded slowly, already feeling my patience thinning further.

“I will join them shortly,” I responded.

He bowed slightly and left. I shut the door with more force than necessary.

I walked into the bathroom and took a quick bath, the water hitting my skin helping to clear my mind just enough to function again. After drying off, I wore a long sleeved black shirt, black underwear, and black pants. Everything felt heavy today, like the day itself was already resisting me.

Then I walked out of the room. Preston wants to stress the living daylight out of me.

With a deep frown on my face, I walked into Kiera’s room, expecting at least to see her sitting up, maybe even conscious by now. But instead, she was still lying there exactly as before, pale and unmoving, like a body carved from silence itself.

“What?!” I asked no one in particular as I rushed toward her bed. She looked even paler than last night, her condition worse than I expected, her skin almost lifeless under the dim light of the room.

“Greetings Alpha Aethelwulf.”

I turned sharply and saw Tasha coming out of the bathroom.