Being The Luna of The Dark Alpha Wasn’t That Bad!Chapter 1
“Luna Dowager Silverfang, I accept becoming Auron Blackwing’s fated mate.”
My words fell into the silent castle like a heavy stone.
My grandmother, Moira Silverfang was the Luna Dowager of the Silverfang Pack. Yet, she didn’t even lift her head after what I just said. Her gold spoon tapped softly against the porcelain cup while she sipped her tea with calm, perfect manners.
“You must be joking,” she finally said, raising her cold eyes to me.
“Our pack will enjoy the story. The other packs will love the fairytale. You will wear the ring, smile like a good Luna. But do you understand what happens behind closed doors?”
She held my gaze without blinking.
“You will be nothing but a vessel … just someone to carry the heir. Nothing else.”
“I know that, Luna Dowager. I accepted it,” I answered quietly.
She tilted her head, almost in disgust.
“So this is your plan. You are willing to share a bed with that monster, only to become a Luna you will never truly be?”
I met her stare and didn’t look away.
“Didn’t you once try to make me the mate of that eighty-year-old Alpha whose last Luna died from wolfsbane poisoning? I’m only making things easier for you … selling myself to the highest bidder.”
Auron Blackwing was the infamous Dark Alpha from the south. That man was once feared to become the future Supreme Alpha of all packs. He had been released from the silver prison only three months ago. Every pack heard the news.
They called him the Monstrous Alpha.
And now … I was going to be his Luna.
His pack needed a pure fated binding to protect their bloodline. But my father’s precious daughter, Gwyneth Silverfang, refused. She cried like her world was ending. She always had the privilege of saying no.
Unfortunately, I never did.
The Luna Dowager leaned back slowly.
“Are you doing this because you want attention? Trying to prove something?”
“No,” I said.
“I’m doing this because you need the Blackwing Pack. And I’m the daughter no one remembered until you needed me to mate the Dark Alpha.”
She studied me with cold calculation.
“This could work,” she murmured.
“A noble sacrifice. The people will love it. Our pack’s power will rise again. Yes … very good.”
“But I want something in return,” I said.
Her eyes narrowed. “Excuse me?”
“I want half of our packs, the Silverfang Pack’s heirlooms, and fifty million golden coins.”