Alpha Kingsley’s POV
I can’t believe I gave that order.
What came over me?
The Royal Consort robe.
Really?
That robe was meant for my true mate, my Luna.
The woman I would fall in love with and rule beside.
The woman who would stand at my right hand, feared and respected, strong enough to command storms and silence a room with just her presence.
And yet… I had ordered it for Olivia.
“Does she deserve it?”
Even though I am cursed, bound by the Moon Goddess to remain single and alone for all time, a part of me still longs for true love.
True love.
The words felt strange on my tongue.
The Alpha in me hates it.
It despises and sees it as a weakness.
A flaw and a crack in armor not meant to be entertained or tolerated.
But the quiet part of me, the part I buried deep in my heart centuries ago, still yearns for that weakness called love.
A cruel irony.
The Moon Goddess gave me strength, power, and longevity… then cursed me to watch anyone I care for wither away.
Every woman who ever came close either left, betrayed me, or died.
The last one…
I exhaled sharply, forcing the memory away.
Her blood on my hands.
Her lifeless eyes.
The prophecy whispered in the temple that night:
”The Alpha who dares to love shall drown in ashes.
His Luna shall rise… only to fall.”
Since then, I built walls.
Stone.
Iron.
Ice.
I became untouchable and cold.
Or so I thought.
Then the image of Olivia appeared in my mind, and I caught myself smiling without realizing it.
Wait.
She is my fated mate.
My Luna, according to the old wolf traditions and the Moon Goddess’ sacred order.
But why?
Since I’m cursed by the moon goddess.
But the question remains…
Do I love her?
The thought hung in the air like smoke.
No.
It’s too soon.
I just feel a soft spot for her because of the mate bond.
That’s it.
The bond.
Argon’s influence.
Instinct.
Biology.
Nothing more.
And the kiss earlier? This story is hosted at g.com.
Animalistic possessiveness, jealousy and nothing emotional.
Nothing real.
“Coward,” Argon scoffed.
I ignored him.
Any man in my position would be tempted.
Even an ancient Lycan like me still has needs.
And this mate bond is not making it easy.
Yes.
That must be it.
My Luna must be strong.
Brave.
Fierce.
A woman who can rule beside me with power and authority.
A woman who can make enemies bow without speaking twice.
Not fragile and not someone without a wolf.
“Our mate is not weak,” Argon growled.
“She’s stronger than she seems. I sense something ancient in her. Something dominant.”
I didn’t reply immediately.
But he was right.
There is something about Olivia.
Something beneath the surface.
When I first met her, I sensed it—like a shadow wrapped in silk.
Controlled.
Hidden and waiting.
Her scent carries more than jasmine and wildflowers.
There’s an undertone… something old.
Neither dark nor light.
Ancient.
And her eyes…
Sometimes when she looks at me, I feel like I’m the one being studied, measured and judged.
She doesn’t have a wolf.
That alone makes her vulnerable in our world.
A wolf defines status, strength, dominance.
Without one, you’re incomplete.
“How does she fight? How does she command fear? How does she survive in this cruel world without a wolf?” I muttered quietly.
“She’s not ordinary,” Argon said.
That I agreed with.
There was that moment in the gym.
When I released my aura in anger.
Everyone felt it.
Even David struggled to keep steady.
But Olivia…
She flinched, yes but she didn’t break.
She endured it as if her body refused my dominance instinctively.
As if something inside her wouldn’t bow.
That memory unsettled me.
And then there was the black magic residue at the West Wing.
The faint energy lingering at the borders.
For a split second in the gym, before anger clouded me, I felt something similar around her.
It was not corruption or dark but it smells like power.
My heart reacts strangely when she’s near.
Not just lust.
Not just possession.
Something deeper and dangerous.
But the logical part of me resists.
I can’t fall for her.
No.
She’s here for politics.
To strengthen my image for the Lycan council chairmanship.
To show stability.
To silence rumors about my curse.
That’s all.
No strings attached.
I need to focus.
Start with the wolf conference.
Then I realized.
I never told her about the wolf conference the main reason I went looking for her in the first place.
I stood up abruptly.
For someone I claim means nothing to me, I seem to think about her too much.
I walked back toward my chambers.
When I reached the door, I paused.
Hand on the handle, I listened.
Silence.
I opened it slowly and there she was.
Sleeping peacefully on my bed.
Her breathing soft and steady, rising and falling in a strange but beautiful rhythm.
A rhythm that somehow matched mine.
Light spilled across her face, giving her skin a faint silver glow.
Too perfect and calm yet dangerous.
I watched longer than I should have.
My heart softened against my will.
The urge to touch her arose, the need to brush hair from her face.
To kiss her forehead.To lie beside her and pull her close.
To protect her from the prophecy, To protect her from me and any other danger.
I took three steps forward and stopped.
No.
I can’t.
If the curse is real… if the prophecy is true…
Then loving her could destroy her.
I clenched my fists.
Better she sees me as a cold and ruthless Alpha.
Better she doubts me and she never fully trusts me.
That way… when the storm comes… She might survive it.
I turned quietly, closed the door softly.
And walked away.
Even as I left, one truth echoed inside me:
For someone I claim not to love…
I am already afraid of losing her.