The Luna Who Died Loving Her Alpha

A warrior pushed open the wooden doors of the council chamber, carrying a small box wrapped in plain cloth. “Captain Stormwolf,” he said cautiously, “your mate sent something again…” At the mention of my name, Aldric’s expression instantly turned cold, his wolf stirring with irritation. “From now on,” he said, voice laced with disgust, “throw away anything she sends.” Daxon frowned slightly, sensing the tension. He stepped closer and patted Aldric’s shoulder. “It’s been moons already,” he said quietly. “What happened to your father… wasn’t Nymera’s fault. She lost her wolf that night too. She’s a victim as well.” Before Aldric could stop him, Daxon untied the cloth and opened the box. Inside sat a transparent crystal jar. The moment everyone saw what floated within it, a collective gasp filled the chamber. Aldric’s hand trembled. The jar slipped from his grasp and shattered against the stone floor. Inside… A perfectly formed wolf pup fetus, preserved in clear liquid. Its tiny features were fully developed. But what made everyone’s blood run cold… was the faint, eerie smile stretched across its small face. Even after hitting the ground, the tiny body bounced slightly, then lay still. An elder healer reacted quickly, kneeling down and carefully gathering the fragile form into a clean cloth. After one glance, he frowned. “This is not real,” he said gravely. “It’s crafted… not born.” Aldric’s face darkened with fury. “Another one of her tricks,” he growled. “She’s trying to get my attention again.” But I never sent that. The warriors exchanged uneasy glances, disturbed by the gruesome display. Some looked uncomfortable, others quietly agreed — perhaps thinking it was a cruel prank gone too far. Daxon sighed again. “Nymera doesn’t seem like someone who would do this,” he said carefully. “You’ve been away from the pack house for weeks. Maybe you should return and talk—” Aldric scoffed harshly. “What’s there to talk about?” he sneered. “This is a threat. She’s warning me… threatening to abort my heir.” His eyes filled with cold contempt. “She’s a liar. She’ll fabricate anything to escape blame — even using pups.” His voice turned colder. “Even if she is pregnant, I will never let her keep it. Someone like her… doesn’t deserve to carry my child.” A sharp pain tore through my chest. “I feel sick every time I see her face,” he continued. “Right now, we focus on the victim. Find her identity. Close this case. As soon as possible.” I hovered silently beside him, my soul trembling as tears slid endlessly down my face. So… in his eyes… I wasn’t even worthy of carrying his pup. Then who was? His perfect, lost love? Aldric seemed to recall something. He kicked the crafted fetus aside into the trash basket without another glance. Then he reached for the mindlink stone at his wrist, removing my name from the block he had placed on our mate bond. His voice turned icy as he spoke through the link. “Now you’re sending fake pups to threaten me? You’re becoming a monster in my eyes, Nymera.” His words pierced deeper than any blade. “Stop acting like a mad liar. Even if you die… you won’t get my attention.” But I was already dead. And I never lied. The mutilated body they were investigating… Was me.

My husband gathered the warriors from the investigation unit into a tight circle. A large wooden board stood before them, covered with parchment notes and charcoal sketches of my reconstructed remains. Important clues were marked with red ink and pinned with silver needles. “The bloodline tracing is complete,” one warrior reported. “Her scent and blood do not match any rogue wolves or known criminals. She does not appear to belong to any outlawed pack.” “We also checked reports from nearby territories,” another added. “No pack has reported a missing pregnant she-wolf matching her age or description.” A warrior frowned, troubled. “She’s been missing for days. Why hasn’t anyone searched for her?” “Didn’t she have family? A mate? A pack?” Aldric tapped the board thoughtfully, circling the word ‘pup’ written beside the notes. “We can’t identify her yet,” he said calmly. “But if we find the pup that was cut from her womb, we can trace the bloodline. The Moon Goddess’ bond will lead us to the father… and then to her identity.” Tears blurred my vision. I crouched beside the trash basket where he had thrown the crafted fetus. My trembling hand reached for it… but passed straight through. I could never touch it. Our pup… The child you once longed for… The very clue you were searching for… Yet you threw it away like worthless trash. Aldric turned back to the board and circled another phrase: ‘Dismemberment Site.’ “There wasn’t much blood in the drainage tunnels,” he said. “The body was dumped there after the killing. The dismemberment happened elsewhere — somewhere the murderer felt safe.” “That place could still hold scent traces,” one warrior added grimly. “Find it,” Aldric ordered. “It’s our best lead.” Then he circled another note: ‘Left Ear — Missing.’ “We searched the tunnels thoroughly,” a warrior said. “But we didn’t find her left ear or several other pieces. The killer kept them.” Aldric frowned slightly. “Why keep those?” another warrior muttered. “Maybe there was a mark… something that could reveal her identity.” Aldric’s eyes fixed on the words ‘Left Ear.’ He went still. I instinctively raised my hand to my left earlobe. There… a small red mole. Aldric used to pinch it playfully whenever he held me close. He once told me it made me easy to recognize… even in a crowd. But now… he only frowned, unable to connect the thought. “The murderer cut open her womb while she was alive,” another warrior said, voice grim. “Then filled it with that strange powder and kept her alive for days before killing her. That kind of cruelty… suggests deep hatred.” “Poison powder… revenge…” One warrior hesitated before glancing at Aldric. “Captain Stormwolf… could this be revenge against us? Perhaps rogue dealers we captured before? They might be targeting someone close to us… to send a warning.” Another warrior shook his head. “That doesn’t make sense. None of us have a missing pregnant mate. And surely, her family would have reported her disappearance.” Aldric’s eyes widened slightly. For a moment… something seemed to click. Then he shook his head, dismissing the thought. Aldric… Did you remember when I told you I was pregnant? You thought I was lying. You believed I was jealous of your lost love… trying to win you back. You missed another clue. Among all the warriors here… who would rogue wolves hate the most? You. If only you had gone home. If only you had looked at me once more. The scattered clues might have led you straight to me. Aldric exhaled slowly and began issuing orders. “Split into teams. One group checks nearby territories for missing pregnant she-wolves. Another searches for the primary crime scene and missing body parts. The last team visits healer halls across the region — look for records of injured pregnant wolves.” The warriors quickly dispersed. They also summoned elder bone-readers — skilled healers capable of reconstructing faces using bone structure and leftover tissue. My skull had been crushed beyond recognition, but with moonstone powder and healing clay, they could rebuild my face and match it against pack records. It would take time. Aldric rubbed his temples, exhaustion visible in his posture. Just then, the mindlink stone at his wrist glowed faintly. His expression softened instantly. “Jay… I’m scared…” Her voice. Soft. Fragile. Selene. “Where are you?” Aldric asked gently. “Alright… stay inside. Lock the doors. Light the candles if you’re afraid. I’m coming now.” His voice held a warmth he hadn’t shown me in years. He severed the link and glanced outside. Night had already deepened. The moon hung high above the pack grounds. “Everyone, return to your quarters,” he said. “We continue tomorrow.” A wave of despair swallowed me. Aldric was known for working without rest during investigations. Sometimes he would remain in the council hall for days. I never dared disturb him. Yet one frightened call from her… and he abandoned everything. It became painfully clear. In his heart… I would never compare to her.

I drifted after my mate until we reached an old dwelling at the edge of the woods. It was the house he once lived in before our bond was sealed beneath the full moon. Strange… I had never known he still kept it. Not until I died. Not until my soul was already slipping between worlds did I learn that another woman had been living there all along. Virelia Bloodwyn. His former mate. The one he once called his lost, everlasting love. Three moons ago, she had been taken by rogue wolves who dealt in forbidden powders. Aldric had been the one who rescued her from their grasp. Since then… he never truly let her go. And I… I never knew he was still coming here. A sharp ache twisted through what remained of my spirit. So this was where he vanished to on the nights he did not return to our den. Not for duty. Not for war. But for her. He arrived faster than any wolf should have been able to run, nearly breaking through the door as his voice called out into the quiet house. “Virelia?” The only other time I had heard that kind of fear in his voice… was the night his father’s life was taken by a rogue blade. Inside, she was curled by the hearth, small and trembling like a wounded fawn. The moment she heard him, she rose and threw herself into his arms. And he caught her. Stiff at first… then slowly, he held her. One hand moved through her hair, steadying her like she was something fragile and precious. “It’s alright,” he murmured. “I’m here now. No one will touch you.” Virelia clung to him, tears soaking into his cloak. “You were gone so long… I thought they’d come back for me,” she whispered. “I was at the council hall,” Aldric said softly. “The elders brought the remains from the sewer tunnels. I had to see the truth myself.” At that, Virelia’s grip loosened slightly. “The case?” she asked carefully. “Yes,” he answered. “The victim was pregnant. It looks like revenge. But we still cannot name her.” “A pregnant she-wolf…” she whispered. “How cruel…” Her voice trembled. But her eyes… lingered too long on his. Too curious. Too calm. Aldric did not notice. He rarely noticed anything when she was near. “The murderer cut her womb open,” he continued quietly, as if speaking to ease his own mind, “took the pup, and left something unnatural behind. We believe it is tied to those rogues from three moons past.” Virelia gasped. “Have you found them?” “Not yet,” he said, brow furrowing. “But if they’ve returned… they may target you again. Stay within these walls. Do not wander.” “I will,” she said immediately, soft and obedient. Then, as if carefully stepping over a blade, she tilted her head. “Jay… does your mate not object to this? You come here often… to keep me safe. Does she not resent it?” At the mention of me… something in him changed. The warmth in his expression froze. A shadow passed through his gaze. “If it weren’t for her,” he said coldly, “my father would still be alive.” Silence followed. Then he exhaled and turned away, as if closing a wound that still bled. “Enough of this. Rest.” But Virelia reached for his sleeve again. “I’m scared,” she whispered. His voice softened instantly. “Don’t be,” he said. “I will stay until you sleep.” And so he did. I hovered near the doorway as he sat beside her bed, speaking in low tones meant to soothe nightmares. The same voice that once called me his Luna… now belonged to someone else’s comfort. The same hands that once held my face beneath the moonstone vow… now brushed her fear away like it was sacred. And I finally understood. I had never truly stood beside him. Only behind him. Always behind her shadow. But Aldric… The woman you are protecting so fiercely… Is not as fragile as you believe.

The next day, Aldric traveled with a warrior from the investigation hall to the healer temples of the city. They went from one great hall of healing to another, where elder healers kept records of expecting she-wolves—those carrying pups beneath the blessing of the Moon Goddess. They searched for any trace of a woman whose condition matched the victim’s remains. By the time they reached the second-largest healer hall, dusk had already fallen. Torchlight flickered along stone walls as Aldric stood over the parchment records, flipping through names and pregnancy logs, his brow tight with focus. A young attendant healer nearby murmured as she checked a scroll. “Nymera Anderson… why has she not come for her moon-check? It has already passed her appointed day.” Aldric paused for a heartbeat. The name brushed against something faint in his mind… but he dismissed it just as quickly. Common name. Nothing more. The truth was—those records belonged to me. The same day I had gone for a blessing of my womb. The same day I had been told my life was slipping away. I was no rogue. No criminal. I only wished to bear his pup beneath the Moon Goddess’ blessing… but even that was taken from me. The attendant healer frowned, scanning further. “That strange incident three moons ago… I think she might be tied to that same matter…” Before she could finish— A mindlink flared violently through Aldric’s mark. “Captain Stormwolf! We have a lead!” He cut the link instantly and turned away. On the stone desk behind him, the very next parchment held my registration seal. One step more… just one more page… And the truth would have opened before him like a moonlit path. That I was innocent. That I had never lied. That his father’s death… was not my doing. But he never saw it. He left. And rode back to the pack stronghold without looking back. — That night, something dark was delivered to the Alpha’s hall. No footsteps were heard. No scent was traced. Only a single object left upon the stone floor like a curse. A bloodstained message carved into hide: [Guess who I am? Hint: Baby doll.] The hall fell silent. Even warriors who had survived rogue wars felt their skin crawl. Aldric frowned deeply as he read it. Annoyance rose first… then contempt. Without hesitation, he pulled out his mindlink stone and severed my name from the blocked bond again, sending his voice through the link like a blade. “Nymera. Enough of your games.” No answer. Only silence. He tried again. Still nothing. Frustration sharpened his expression. He sent another message, colder this time. “Do you think I will ever forgive you for this? Never. Not in a thousand moons. You only make me hate you more.” Daxon stepped forward slowly. “This may not be her doing,” he said carefully. “We should at least investigate—” “Waste of time,” Aldric cut him off. “It’s her trick. Nothing more.” He turned away sharply. “I will check the rogue cartel records. Do not involve me in her matters.” But Daxon did not move. Something in his gaze had changed. He gathered a few warriors and went to the outer refuse pits beyond the pack walls. For hours they searched through discarded waste, until at last they found the strange doll Aldric had thrown away. Daxon turned it over slowly. Then his thumb pressed against a hidden seam. A faint click. The air shifted. A sick, rotting scent burst out like something sealed for too long beneath blood and earth. “By the Goddess…” one warrior staggered back. The doll split open. And inside— A perfectly formed pup, preserved in a horrifying state. Fresh. Unnatural. Still. Daxon’s face went pale. He did not speak at first. Then he rose suddenly, clutching the evidence. “Aldric!” He rushed back to the hall where Aldric stood among scrolls and clan records. “Something is wrong with Nymera!” Daxon’s voice shook. “That doll you threw away… it wasn’t fake. It contained a real pup!” The hall went dead silent. Aldric’s expression darkened instantly. “What did you say?” Daxon stepped closer, forcing the truth out. “A newly formed pup. Preserved. Hidden inside that thing.” For the first time… uncertainty flickered in Aldric’s eyes. “A real… pup?” he repeated slowly. Daxon nodded grimly. “We cannot trace where it came from. But Aldric… when was the last time you actually saw your mate?” Silence. The words struck deeper than steel. Aldric opened his mouth— But nothing came out. Just then— A warrior burst into the hall, breathless, face pale as ash. “Captain Moonshield! Captain Stormwolf! There is a woman at the gates!” “She says… she is reporting a missing she-wolf.” He swallowed hard. “A pregnant she-wolf named Nymera Anderson.” “She has been missing for seven days.”