HEARTS OF DIVINE RUIN (The MoonGoddess and The AlphaKing)

Chapter 21 - The Night

---- The wedding night-----

That night had been anything but ordinary. 

The grand hall had been filled with beings and smaller gods from all corners of the supernatural world—vampires, witches, fae, and wolves. They had all gathered under a single banner, a single cause: to strip the gods of their power. 

It was said that the gods, the ancient ones who had once been revered, were now seen as nothing but corrupt figures who had manipulated the balance of the supernatural world for their own gain.

The wolves, in particular, had suffered the most. Luna's kind had meddled too much, interfering in the natural order. They had created chaos, driven packs into wars, and destabilized the once-thriving wolf world. 

The elders, once called gods, had grown distant, disconnected from the world they were supposed to protect. Their greed and thirst for power had poisoned everything.

The wolves had stopped turning to the gods for guidance long ago. 

They had sought out witches, made pacts with vampires, anything to break free from the chains the gods had wrapped around them. The last straw had been the decision made by the supernatural council—a collective agreement to strip Luna, the last remaining ancient wolf goddess, of her divinity - Destroy the only connection left with the Elder gods , after all in their eyes they were nothing but dead souls . No one knew what would happen once she was stripped—whether she'd survive the ritual or be destroyed along with her powers.

The hall buzzed with anticipation, a cauldron of greed and hidden agendas. Some were there to witness the downfall of the wolf kingdom, believing the loss of their goddess would lead to their collapse. Others hoped to seize her power in her moment of vulnerability. A few were simply here to watch the drama unfold—morbid spectators savoring the end of an era.

Behind the scenes, however, the real puppeteers lurked: The Three Young Moon Gods—Luna's own kin, whom she had once saved from Lucifer's wrath. It was their hands that had set this plan in motion, whispering poison into the ears of the other wolves, stoking their hatred until rebellion was inevitable. They blamed everything on the Elder Gods, knowing she'd remain oblivious until it was too late. And tonight, in this very hall, they had drawn her into the trap.

Alex's presence at the wedding was an anomaly. 

He hadn't wanted to be there, not amidst the pack, not in the halls steeped in memories of a life he'd abandoned. Though still the Alpha King in name, Alex had long distanced himself from pack politics. His Beta, Charlie, managed most affairs, allowing him to lead a solitary life, haunted by the ghosts of his past—his failures, the loss of his mate, the destruction of everything he had once fought for.

But tonight, he had been dragged back into the fray.

The bride was Davina—his former mate. Years had passed since their separation, but she was happy now, set to marry Theo—Lucifer himself. Despite the lingering pain, Alex bore no grudge. He had made his peace with their past and had come to offer her his blessings, to show her that there was no resentment left in his heart.

The hall was grand, filled with representatives from every supernatural faction. But the joy and celebration in the air were like a mockery to Alex's turmoil. He didn't belong here, among these power plays and alliances. He was about to slip away quietly when his father intervened, pulling him aside into a private chamber.

"We need you, Alex," his father said, voice heavy with something unspoken.

Alex frowned, a knot of unease twisting in his gut. He had no intention of getting involved in pack matters, but the urgency in his father's tone made him pause.