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ALAYNA’s POV (After Alayna’s mother leaves the clinic and Alayna is alone) My breath fogs the phone’s screen as it rings, each chime sending sharp, electric jolts through my veins. My fingers are trembling as I clutch the receiver, my knuckles whitening. It is ridiculous, really. What am I even doing? But then I remind my self of the reason. The reason for this call. Ezra. His name hangs in the air, suffocating. The man I married. The man I thought I loved once, but now I do not even know what to call him. He is the Alpha King of the North, ruler of the Nightfall pack, and I, his so-called Luna. A title that means nothing in the face of what has happened to me. In the face of how he treated me. The tension coiling in my chest feels like a lie—a byproduct of what I thought was terror, but now... now it feels like something more. Rage. I will be his Luna no longer. For years, I have let Ezra dictate my life, my choices. For years, I have been a shadow of the woman I coul
Last Updated : 2025-03-01The Alpha King’s Hated Mute Luna EIGHT
ALAYNA’s POVThe entire clinic shakes, debris falls from the ceiling and the floor beneath my feet trembles, as if the earth itself is cracking open to swallow everything whole. Then, as quickly as the chaos had come, it stops, leaving in its wake an eerie silence.I stand in stunned silence, the phone still in my hand, the cold steel of the receiver seeping through my fingers.What just happened?Quickly, I run towards the clinic door and throw it open. Black smoke starts seeping into the hallway and I see a nurse running past, her eyes full of fear.I grab her arm. “I think there was an explosion….from there,” she says, pointing straight ahead towards the suffocating smoke. Then she runs towards it.I blink. That…that is where the banqueting hall is.My fingers grip the edge of the door, my knuckles white from the force. And then I hear it, screams. Screams of people in pain, people in shock and people in fear.I have to help them!I slip the phone into my dress pocket and start tow
Last Updated : 2025-03-02The Alpha King’s Hated Mute Luna NINE
ALAYNA’s POVIt is not Ezra.A tidal wave of relief crashes into me like a tsunami and I sink onto the cold, tiled floor.Thank you…thank you Goddess of the Moon. It is not Ezra…thank you, thank you.Around me, the chaos continues. In the far corner, a nurse is suturing a deep gash in a man’s leg. A young woman beside her is being hooked up to an IV even as she cries in pain. I can hear the soft hiss of an oxygen mask being adjusted on another patient’s face as he moans. Yet, despite the urgency of it all, despite how wrong it is, I feel relieved. And grateful. Grateful that the man on the stretcher is not Ezra.Then I hear Mother’s voice, as clear as day, cutting through the chaos of the clinic.“A man with a golden eye was seen fleeing the banquet hall just before the explosion,” she tells one of the nurses, her tone casual, like she is gossiping about the weather. “Tall, thin and lean. Might be from an enemy pack.”I freeze. Golden Eye.Grabbing the handle of a nearby medical cart,
Last Updated : 2025-03-02The Alpha King’s Hated Mute Luna TEN
ALAYNA’s POV "What are you doing?" Ezra growls, snapping me back to reality and I look back up into his eyes once more. His eyes are dark, filled with something I cannot quite place. And before I even realize what I am doing, I let go of his tuxedo and quickly pull away. My legs betray me—they buckle and down I go. Thud, right on my butt. How graceful. Ezra peers down at me, cocking his head to one side. Then his eyes narrow and something flickers in his irises. Amusement? Pity? No, probably not pity. He just... looks at me like I am a ragdoll. Maybe I should give him the finger. “Don’t move,” he orders, scooping me up without hesitation and lifting me effortlessly from the stone courtyard. I wince at the sudden shift in position, the weight of my body feeling heavier than ever, my legs dangling beneath me. Ezra strides forward and the soft clink of his boots echoes against the paved stones. Soon, the mansion looms ahead. It is Ezra’s home and its towering stone structure and i
Last Updated : 2025-03-03The Alpha King’s Hated Mute Luna ELEVEN
EZRA’s POV This was not meant to happen. I stare down at Alayna, my hands gripping her wrists as she lies beneath me, her body tense. She is so small, so delicate, that it catches me off guard every time. I had not meant to do this. I never meant to pin her down, to bring us back to my room, my bed. But then her scent pulled me in. That sweet, intoxicating scent of hers that has always driven me mad with hunger and heat. It fills the room, and makes everything else fade into the background. My senses heighten, sharpen. My breath quickens. More than that, there is an overwhelming desire to touch her, to hold her face in my hands and run my thumb along her lips just to know how they feel. She is so beautiful. Long auburn hair spreads out beneath her beautiful face. Big emerald eyes. Soft, natural features that no one could distrust. The façade is so good, so convincing that I should not even doubt her. But I do. “You’ve never even seen the birthmark on her thigh either, h
Last Updated : 2025-03-04The Alpha King’s Hated Mute Luna TWELVE
ALAYNA’s POV The moon hangs high in the sky, casting a pale silver glow over the garden maze below. Its light filters through the window and the sheer curtains sway gently in the breeze. The night feels unsettling as if the calm is only a facade for something darker just out of reach. I sit alone on the window sill of my own bedroom, my knees tucked under my nightgown and drawn up to my chest, staring at the moon. Thoughts of Ezra fills my mind. No one has ever touched me the way he did. The dominance as his lips devoured mine, the way he demanded full authority over my body as he thrust his tongue within me...they rattle me to the core. And without realising it, I find myself pressing my thighs together, trying to ignore the throbbing that is beginning to form. Why did he do that to me? Why did he touch me like that, why did he make me want him, need him only to push me away? My brows furrow and I grind my teeth, a bad habit I have when I am stressed out. Does he suspect me of bein
Last Updated : 2025-03-05The Alpha King’s Hated Mute Luna THIRTEEN
ALAYNA’s POVThe line goes dead.Father…The phone slips out of my hand and falls to the carpeted ground with a soft thud. I stare at it, trying to force my mind to find something, anything, to hold onto as my breath comes out in shallow gasps, fogging the air. The room around me changes horribly and an invisible cloud of fear begins to seep through the walls. It comes for me. Clutching my abdomen, I bend over and put my head between my knees. Purple dots dance behind my eyes. I am going to vomit. I am going to faint.NO!!!Now is not the time to panic! I force myself to think. I have to get to Father. I have to get to him now!I wipe away the tears on my face with the back of my hands and rise from the floor, swiping the phone off the ground. Then quickly, I hurry towards my wardrobe and yank out the bottommost drawer before shoving the phone beneath the pile of fabric. It should be safe here, no one is going to rummage through my underwear and bras. I think.I slam the drawer shu
Last Updated : 2025-03-06The Alpha King’s Hated Mute Luna FOURTEEN
ALAYNA’s POV(A few days later)I stand in front of the mirror, my reflection a broken version of the girl I once knew. A tiny vial rests in my hand, dark red liquid swirling around inside. It came in a parcel this morning, just as Golden Eye said it would when he called the night before. An unmarked box, wrapped in plain brown paper, with no return address.“Poison him.”The weight of Golden Eye’s words rests heavily in my mind as I turn the vial over and over, my fingers trembling. Ezra…Maybe I do love him. I had sworn to, the day I married him. I had told myself that in time, perhaps he too would come to love me. And even though he never has, even though he keeps hurting me over and over again, I still cannot bring myself to hurt him.Yet, here I am, holding his death in my hands. I know the consequences of refusing. I know the dangers that loom if I do not carry out this task. But the thought of seeing Ezra’s lifeless body… it tears me apart.I cannot do it.A sharp knock on the d
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The Alpha King’s Hated Mute Luna FORTY SEVEN
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The Alpha King’s Hated Mute Luna FORTY SIX
ALAYNA’s POVThe prisoners had breached the mansion grounds before I even reached it.I push through the shattered front gate of the mansion, once the pride of the Northlands. Now, it groans like a dying animal beneath the weight of chaos.The grand arch that used to gleam with carved wolf sigils is scorched black. The night is truly filled with filth. The stars labour through thick smoke, mixing with the moans of the wails and the fast-spreading crackle of flames.The front lawn is littered with debris and torn banners, the crest of the Nightwalker pack trampled into the mud like it was never worth the blood it took Ezra to earn. The air is thick with fear, not just the scent of it but the sound, too. Screams. Pleading. The sharp crack of whips.I cross into the grand foyer and freeze.The portraits lining the walls, of past alphas and their victories have been slashed to shreds. Miniature marble statues
The Alpha King’s Hated Mute Luna FORTY FIVE
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The Alpha King’s Hated Mute Luna FORTY FOUR
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The Alpha King’s Hated Mute Luna FORTY ONE
Those we love don’t go away,They walk beside us every day.Unseen, unheard but always near,Still loved, still missed and very dear.-Author unknown-ALAYNA’s POVThe morning sun is cruel this morning.Its light slants through the window in thick, golden shards, making everything too warm, too bright. I sit at the edge of my bed and stare at the new maid incredulously. What madness is this?“She poisoned you,” the maid repeats with arms crossed around her chest, looking as if she is bored out of her mind.The around me tilts and I have to palm my head to stop the spinning.“No, Sarah couldn’t have done that. She would never do that.”“Well she did, Luna. The guards drew the confession out of her. She’s in the dungeon now, punished for the murder of your chi
The Alpha King’s Hated Mute Luna FORTY
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