The Alpha’s Wrong Luna Chapter 07

The Alpha’s Wrong Luna Chapter 07

Darien’s figure appeared in the twilight—cold, steady, striding toward me.

“Lucien. Time to go home for dinner.”

I blinked and ran straight to him.

Logan watched that light draw closer.

Then he laughed.

Not a mocking laugh. Just a laugh that sounded like something inside him had been hollowed out, leaving only bitterness.

“Darien,” he called out, his wounded arm still bleeding, his voice wrecked.

“…Take care of her.”

—

The day of the blood contract, the whole Greywind territory was draped in silver wolf banners.

I stood before the altar in a white dress dyed with moongrass, listening to the low, blessing howls of the surrounding pack.

When the altar doors opened, a night wind rushed in, carrying the scent of pine and wildflowers from the forest.

Darien stood in front of me, his wolf-fur cloak making his face look even sharper. In the moonlight, his pupils glowed a faint silver-gray—the mark of a Moonspeaker.

He looked at me, his throat bobbing. After a long pause, he finally got out: “Pretty.”

I couldn’t help smiling. “That’s it? You’re not exactly a silver tongue.”

He thought about it, then added with extreme seriousness: “Really, really pretty.”

The Omega standing nearby almost cracked up.

Our days were gentle and uneventful.

Darien would get up before dawn every day to go on patrol. But before he left, he always made breakfast and left it warming by the fireplace.

Funny thing—a pack Alpha with serious cooking skills. Everything from the Northern territories to the Western plains—he could whip it up like it was nothing.

Sometimes I got lazy.

When he came back early from patrol, I’d still be lying around on the wolf-fur blankets.

So he’d just pick me up himself, brush my hair, dress me—and halfway through, he’d stop and stare at me.

Then the next second, he’d be kissing me.

The leather curtains would fall, hiding whatever was happening on the bed.

My palm would press against his strong, shifting muscles. Sometimes, when he went too hard, I’d bite him.

I broke the skin on his collarbone. It bled a little and left a shallow scar—like the marks mated pairs carve into each other.

In the hottest days, the young wolves in the territory couldn’t help stripping off their shirts and jumping into the Moon Scar River.

But Darien stayed fully dressed, his collar buttoned all the way up.

The others liked to tease him: “Our Alpha’s gone all proper since he got a Luna. Guess he’s been tamed.”

When summer came, I started feeling queasy.

At first, I figured I’d eaten too many berries in the heat. I drank stomach-soothing potions for three days, but nothing helped.

Darien panicked. He brought the pack’s oldest Moonseer right to our den.

The Moonseer checked my symptoms, his old face breaking into a smile. He bowed toward the crescent moon outside the window.

“Congratulations, Alpha. Congratulations, Luna. This is the sign of new life—about two months along.”

Darien just stood there, completely frozen.

I called his name twice before he snapped out of it. His voice shook. “What… what did you say?”

The Moonseer repeated it.

Darien turned to me, his lips pressed tight—and his eyes actually went red.

His voice cracked. “We’re… we’re gonna have a pup? That was fast.”

He made a low sound and buried his face in my lap. “Just one litter, okay? I hear birthing pups hurts like hell. One’s plenty.”

I just laughed and ruffled his hair.

—

News about Logan Blackrock came through Seline.

She came to visit me that day, bringing a dozen new summer outfits and a bag of dried sour berries.

She said a bard she’d met recently had brought them back from the southern territories.

I noticed her ears go pink but didn’t call her out. I just took the berries.

We chatted a while, then she paused. “Did you hear? Logan got dead drunk a few days ago and fell off a cliff upstream on the Moon Scar River.”

My hands paused on a berry.

“Oh. Is he okay?”

“Broke his leg. The Moonseer says it’ll heal but he’ll limp. He might not even stay Alpha of Blackrock after this.” Seline rested her chin on her hand like she was talking about some random stranger.

I popped a berry in my mouth and squinted at the sourness.

When I searched my heart, I found nothing there. Not a ripple.

“Good?” Seline’s eyes curved in a smile.

“Good,” I said. “Give me another.”

Seline stayed and played for a while.

When she got up to leave, I caught her sleeve. “So when are you bringing that bard to meet Mom, Dad, and me?”

Seline’s face flamed red.

“Don’t talk crazy! We’re not even together yet!”

“Ohhh,” I drawled. “Not together, huh? Then why is some bard willing to follow you around every single day, with no title, just orbiting you like a lovesick planet?”

Seline couldn’t get out of there fast enough.

That evening, Darien came home and found me laughing on the fur couch. He asked what was up.

I told him about Seline. And then, almost as an afterthought, I mentioned Logan.

He didn’t even pause while changing his clothes. Just said, “Mm.”

“Aren’t you going to ask how I feel about it?” I knew he remembered the past life too, so I teased him.

Darien walked over, bent down, and kissed my forehead.

“You were smiling when you said it,” he said. “So you don’t feel anything.”

I looked up at him.

“Darien.”

“Yeah.”

“You did a really shitty job brushing my hair today.”

“…I’ll practice?”

“Don’t bother,” I said, pulling him down by his collar and leaning close to his ear. “I even like the ugly stuff from you.”

Outside, dusk had fallen. The torches in the territory swayed in the breeze.

And every day after this, I knew, I’d be just as happy.