The ill fated lovers (the Alpha king and his Queen luna)

I

Silence woke me.

I glanced over at the bed where Ethan still slept soundly, his chest rising and falling with the peace only a child could know. In just a couple of weeks, he'd turn 10. Time flies, doesn't it? I still remember when I found him.

- Five years ago -

"Just a few more steps, and we're free," I reminded my wolf, though we both knew it was a lie. Exhaustion tugged at my every muscle. Four days without food, and my entire existence had been reduced to running, fighting, and surviving.

"Maybe if you didn't steal their food and slaughter a few of their friends, they'd let us go with a thank-you basket of stars and moon?" my wolf teased dryly.

I nearly laughed, even as my body screamed in protest. "So what if I took them out? They wanted to sell me! I'm not some discounted item at a market!" I rolled my eyes, pushing forward despite the ache in my bones.

My gaze fell on the border of the Blue Stone pack territory—no guards in sight. Odd. But I knew this place, knew its Luna. I'd saved her once few years back , and she wanted me to join her pack, but I'd disappeared before she could wake. Packs were cages for someone like me, and I had no intention of becoming a prisoner.

Growing up in the wilderness had made me strong—cold, perhaps, but strong. No one ever loved me, no one cared if I survived, and no one ever fought for me. So I learned to fight for myself. It wasn't long before every pack had me on their radar, not as a person, but as a prize. Some hunted me for the fame that came with killing me, others wanted to make me their weapon, and the rest? They just wanted to sell me. What am I, an exclusive product at some back-alley auction? Ridiculous.

I remember stalking the Luna that night, her life hanging by a thread. I could've easily let her bleed out, left her to the wolves—or worse. But I didn't because she was pregnant . In fact, she looked more fragile than me, like a gust of wind could break her. Still, I made sure she returned back to her pack breathing. And what did I get for it? Rumors. Whispers about an Alpha looking for a girl—13 years old, forest green eyes, hazel brown hair.

"They wanted to thankyou , you dummy " Daeliah , my wolf replied .

That was the last time I left anyone alive who knew what I looked like. I didn't make that mistake again. After that, if you saw my face, you didn't live to tell the tale. It was an unspoken rule, and the Luna was the only exception.

As I crossed into their territory, my wolf stirred, sensing something foul. "This doesn't feel right," she murmured, but I kept moving.

The sight ahead stopped me in my tracks. Bodies lay scattered across the once-flourishing meadow, blood painting the grass in shades of horror. Pack members, rogues—everyone dead. The beautiful pack houses burned, smoke filling the air.

I could have turned back, but my conscience wouldn't allow it. The Luna... she reminded me of a mother I never had. I had to make sure she was safe.

I masked my scent and snuck toward the Alpha's wing, avoiding detection. I didn't have the energy for more fights. Death had always been a close companion, and it was ironic how at just 14, I had claimed so many lives. But this fight wasn't mine. Not yet.

As I neared the house, the air grew foul—three distinct scents, none of them good. One was familiar: the rogues. Another belonged to the Blue Stone pack. But the third? It was rotten, the stench of decay making my wolf recoil in disgust.

Pushing through, I heard a scream. The Luna. I raced up the stairs, and there she was, surrounded by five rogues. Their eyes—completely white, void of any life. The Luna lay battered, close to death, and at her side... a boy. Her son. 

"That's the child," my wolf said, her eyes locking onto the boy. She had taken a liking to him because, in a life filled with death and destruction, he and Luna were the first we had saved—he even while still in his mother's womb.

Her eyes locked onto mine, then shifted to the boy. I understood her plea instantly. He was innocent, but soon wouldn't be if those rogues had their way. 

A growl erupted from my throat, primal and furious. In a blur, my wolf took over. It was over in seconds. The rogues dropped like flies, their lifeless bodies sprawled around me. My eyes flickered from red back to green, and I felt the sting of new injuries across my body.

I extended my hand to the boy. His tiny fingers trembled as he took it. We walked toward his mother, her life fading fast.

"You're late," she whispered, managing a smile , as if she knew i will be there . "Take him... please, protect him like you did for me."

With her last breath, she handed him a pendant and gave me a photograph. Confused, I stuffed them in my pocket and grabbed the boy. He was reluctant to leave but i dragged him away knowing that it will be her last breath any second now and i don't want a child to witness the death of his mother .

I carried him as he fought me ,clawing his wolf's nails on my back , his tiny fists punching in helpless fury . I knew he is blaming me for leaving his mother there to die , not helping her but I said nothing. It was easier if he blamed me than himself. knowing it will be better if he blames me than on himself. 

The Alpha's anguished howl echoed as we left. She was gone and soon he was too .

- Present -

I slipped quietly out of bed, leaving Ethan to his peaceful dreams..He still hates me for what happened five years ago. I can see it in his eyes, the resentment. If not for his mother's last words, he probably would've left by now.

Stepping outside, the cold morning air bit at my skin as I settled on the sofa, phone in hand. It was 5 a.m., and my inbox boasted 597 unread messages. I chuckled. Guess I've been slacking.

Did I mention my profession?

"I'm Night, the deadliest assassin alive."

I kill on demand. It's what I'm best at—taking lives. People pay, and I deliver. It's not noble, but it keeps Ethan fed and in school. Plus, I'm good at it. Survival in this world isn't free, and I've been fighting for mine since birth.

A few months ago, things nearly spiraled out of control. The Alpha King of the wolves almost tracked me down. I killed his royal guards before they could touch Ethan or me, but I was left with injuries that almost did me in. I don't kill pack wolves unless they attack me first. But this time, I had no choice.

"Nothing is worth someone's life," my wolf murmured.

"I know. But we need to survive," I replied.

"There are other ways," she insisted.

"They'll come for us eventually. We can't keep running. I have to be ready to fight."

She fell silent, and I continued scrolling. As I scrolled through the emails, one subject line caught my eye: "$50 million." The target? None other than the almighty Alpha King himself, Alexander Valencia Anderson.

I grinned. This was going to be interesting

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