My Dead Hunter Husband Is the Supreme Alpha Chapter 01

My Dead Hunter Husband Is the Supreme Alpha Chapter 01

My Hunter Husband Died, and I Returned to the Wolf Pack in My Second Year.

My sister Seraphina Vance became the Luna of the Supreme Alpha, and I was contracted to the young border Alpha, Sebastian Cole.

Sebastian despised me for being a half-breed, far less noble than my pure-blooded sister.

He kept my sister’s portrait by his bedside, while I spent every day tracing the grain of my husband’s longbow.

Then, one day, while sorting through the trunks I’d brought back from the mortal settlement, I came across a wolf-fang pendant.

Sebastian picked it up idly, but the moment his thumb brushed the etched runes along its curve, all the blood drained from his face.

I snatched it back, checking the carving for cracks, before finally lifting my eyes to his.

To my surprise, his expression had turned savage, his stare fixed on me with a predator’s focus:

“A keepsake from your husband?”

I nodded, correcting him: “My latehusband. From the mortal world.”

His eyes blew wide, his voice rough at the edges, as if his throat had gone dry:

“Didn’t you tell me he was human?”

I frowned. “What are you playing at? Can’t a human own a wolf-fang pendant? He was a hunter, for the gods’ sake.”

My late husband had left behind almost nothing—only this, his most treasured wolf-fang pendant.

He stared at me as if I’d grown a second head, raking his gaze over me, as though only now realising my expression wasn’t some practiced act. Then he let out a strange, bitter sound that might have been a laugh:

“You have no idea who he really was, do you? You actually think he’s dead…”

“What?”

I hadn’t caught that, leaning in to ask again.

But then, as if some thought had struck him like a physical blow, he lunged forward, ripped the pendant from my grip, and hurled it straight into the hearth.

He even kicked a few extra chunks of coal into the flames for good measure.

By the time I moved, the wolf fang was already blackening, heat rippling off it in waves.

I glared at him, fury scalding my throat.

In the firelight, he seemed to exhale a breath he’d been holding for years, his usual frost returning to his features:

“You are my Luna now. You are not allowed to keep keepsakes from anyone else—least of all a human’s.”

Blind with anger, I sank my teeth into his wrist.

Rarely, he didn’t retaliate.

Instead, he bore the bite, the copper tang of blood blooming between us, and strode off toward the Sanctuary for the Round Table conclave.

I knew he was going to see my sister Seraphina.

All the wolves knew Sebastian carried a torch for Seraphina.

And Seraphina returned the spark—they were meant to be a matched set.

Unfortunately, after the Supreme Alpha Dominic Blackwood returned to the Sanctuary, the Moon’s Guidance bound him and Seraphina together.

The Moon told Dominic that Seraphina was his fated Luna.

And when Dominic saw her face, he went still, as if the air had been knocked from his lungs.

Some whispered Seraphina looked exactly like the she-wolf who’d once dragged the Supreme Alpha from the brink of death at the border.

Dominic and Seraphina sealed a blood pact.

Sebastian could no longer voice what lived in his chest.

Hearing the rumours, Dominic’s jaw tightened.

My family dared not offend the Supreme Alpha, terrified of being caught in the crossfire, so they spun a careful lie:

“The Moon guides Sebastian to bond with Elena Vance of the Blackwood line—not Seraphina.”

Dominic’s expression smoothed, and Sebastian let out a breath that sounded like surrender.

And so I, abandoned and raised in a mortal settlement, was dragged back into the fold by my kin.

Only they hadn’t expected that I’d married in secret—and that my husband was a hunter, the natural enemy of the wolf packs.

My family was livid; Sebastian was disgusted.

In the end, he decided to take me as his Luna regardless.

On the night we sealed our pact, the moon hung fat and silver in the sky. His voice was ice:

“You will bear the title of Luna, but you will never have my heart.”

The night bit cold, my stomach hollow.

I realised then that not all mates were like Domi—some were carved from Sebastian’s bitterness.

But the husband who’d been good to me, who’d warmed my bed and my heart—he was already gone.

I cut the last thread of hope with a blunt nail.

That night, he drank until he couldn’t stand.

That night, I lay awake in this strange, stone den, the scent of unfamiliar pelts choking me.

The next day, in front of Sebastian, I placed my late husband’s urn on the table and declared:

“Alpha, rest assured—I will not pine for your affection.”

He faltered, then replied, stiff as a board: “Good! That’s for the best!”

But I’d lied to him.

Domi had been torn apart by a beast while hunting—his body never found. I had no ashes of his, only a handful of pipe tobacco ash I’d scraped from the hearth.

The one he loved reigned in the Sanctuary; the one I loved lay rotting beneath the earth.

If anything, he was still the luckier one.

A sharp pang twisted in my chest.

Sebastian returned late that night.

He came to me again.

He stared at me for a long, suffocating stretch, before finally speaking:

“You really do look like your sister.”

I said nothing, wondering what game he was playing now.

When I stayed silent, he shifted, awkward, clearing his throat before producing a Moon-Tear Berry from his sleeve, offering it to me.

“I remember you like these. Try one.”

My heart gave a traitorous flutter.

Moon-Tear Berries—those silver fruits that clung to the cliffs of Moonlight Peak, ripening only under a full moon. Precious beyond measure.

The first time I visited Seraphina, four entire platters of them sat untouched on her table.

I’d stared at them for longer than I cared to admit.

When I was with Domi, he used to steal them for me, risking the climb. They were so rare I hated to waste them, worried he’d snap an ankle on the rocks—so I’d scold him between bites, nibbling each one as if it were made of gold.

He’d wrap his arms around me, laughing, promising to wait, that one day he’d pile a table so high with Moon-Tear Berries I’d grow sick of them.

But I never saw that day.

Maybe my gaze lingered too long, because Sebastian grew flustered and snapped.

“Typical half-breed, scraped off the streets—never seen a proper treasure in your miserable life.”

“Those were gifted to the Luna by the Supreme Alpha himself.”