Not Just A Luna; I Am Alpha!

Silas

“My Lord, we confirmed that the Lycan is a woman and also the alpha of the Silver Moon Pack. She is also the mate of the alpha of the Red Moon Pack, and we’re now working on taking us down.” Said Drake, “In my order, we attacked the Lycan in her territory with the help of the rogues that I was friends with,” he added, and anger arose in me.

“Who gives you the right to do as you please without informing me beforehand?” I asked.

“I’m really sorry about this, my Lord. I just want to test her abilities.”

“And what did you find out?”

“Nothing much since her warriors are strong and strictly follow all her instructions. They were well organized and synchronized,” he answered. Of course, they are. They managed to get their hands on me without me seeing it coming.

“The next time you do this without my permission, you will have to answer to me. You know very well my stand on this. We are family here, and everyone is valuable. Sacrifices needed to be made, but at the expense of winning and not testing the waters.”

“This is not going to happen again, my Lord.”

“It should be!” I shouted. “One of the council members did this before, and you were here when he explained it to me and warned him not to let it happen again.” Drake bowed his head and couldn’t look at me. “You said it. The Lycans’ warriors strictly followed her order. Where did that lead them? To their victory!”

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“What?” I exclaimed, “What happened to her?” I asked, trying to hide my worry. I didn’t want him to get any idea about who the Lycan was in my life. I think nothing happened to her since I didn’t feel anything the whole time.

“The former gamma of the pack shielded her with his body, so he was the one we hit instead,” he replied, sighing in relief internally. Yes, she’s my enemy. But I didn’t want anything to happen to her. Damn this bond, and I can’t do anything about it.

I could reject her if I wanted to, but I couldn’t find the courage to do so. The first time I smelled her scent and saw her get out of the diner, I knew that I was already hooked on her. And I’m sure that I am going to kill whoever it is that harms her in any way.

“Your actions have consequences, Drake. The alliance with the rogues was meant to serve our interests, not to spark chaos and retaliation. The Silver Moon Pack is a force to be reckoned with, and we can’t afford to give them any idea about our plans. Next time, exercise more caution, or the consequences will be severe.” Drake was unaware of my connection to the Lycan, but he nodded stoically, masking any hint of remorse if there was any.

“I promise to be more cautious in the future, my Lord,” he replied with his head down as I tried to conceal the storm of emotions within me. I am determined to navigate the complex web of the mate bond I had with her. But while I can’t think of a better way to get her as I continue our plan, I need to be careful not to show my affection towards her, especially in front of any members of my coven or kind.

I paced in my private chamber after I left Drake in the hall, my thoughts consumed by the revelation of my unintended bond with Chassy. She has a beautiful name. Chastity is very unique, and I think it fits her perfectly. Conflicted emotions swirled within me, torn between the obligations of my position as the vampire leader and the unexpected tethering to a powerful Lycan. The dilemma weighed heavy on my shoulders, threatening to unravel the carefully crafted image of authority and control I projected.

In an attempt to understand the depths of our bond, I sought guidance from a vampire whom I trusted, discreetly consulting him, who held ancient wisdom. It was the following day after I tasted her lips. I kept thinking about her, and my mind was in chaos.

“I sense the complexity of your predicament,” Carlile said.

“Yes, and I know that I am in deep trouble. But I don’t know what I will do. You’re my friend, and you know me well. I mean more than my brother knows me.”

“And I can tell that you will easily fall into the Lycan,” he commented. I nodded because I already knew that the first time I saw Chassy. “You have been my friend for a very long time, and I am thankful that you gave me a chance to live in peace with my family. You are lucky; your mate is a Lycan and can live longer than mine,” he added.

Because of what he said, I looked at him and saw loneliness and longing. His mate is a human and died a long time ago. His relatives frequently stop by where he is currently living alone. They managed to have a son and a daughter, and they knew who and what he was, even up to his great-great-grandchildren. He provided cryptic insights, emphasizing the rarity and significance of a bond between a vampire and Lycan. “All I can assure you is that being with my mate is the best thing that happens to me. If after we got married and I died, I would be very happy dying. It was just so sad that I am still alive, and all I can do is reminisce about the time we spent together,” he added, and that ended our conversation.

As I grappled with the revelation, a sense of urgency pervaded my actions. I decided to keep the bond a closely guarded secret, understanding the potential repercussions within both the vampire and Lycan communities. The delicate balance of power and alliances hung in the balance, and I knew that the revelation of my connection to Chassy could tip the scales in unpredictable ways.

The dilemma intensified as I pondered the implications of our intertwined destinies. I even questioned the very fabric of fate that had woven our lives together, wondering if our bond held the key to a greater purpose or if it was an unanticipated twist of cosmic irony.

Despite the internal turmoil, I maintained a stoic exterior, a mask of composed authority that concealed my tumult within. The weight of leadership pressed upon me as I navigated the intricate dance of diplomacy, ensuring that my decisions aligned with the greater interests of the vampire community.

As my bond with Chassy continued to exert its influence, I found myself caught in a precarious position. I couldn’t deny the magnetic pull drawing me toward her, a force that transcended the boundaries of our respective species. Yet I remained resolute in safeguarding the delicate equilibrium that kept the supernatural world from descending into chaos.

In the silent moments of contemplation, I grappled with the realization that my fate and Chassy’s were inextricably entwined. The lines between duty and desire blurred, challenging the very core of my convictions. The journey ahead promised a delicate dance between loyalty and yearning, a dance that I, as the enigmatic vampire leader, was forced to navigate with measured steps in the shadows of the supernatural realm.