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The Alpha's Little Luna

‘MATE!’ My wolf Jax’s howl ripped through me the moment his eyes locked on the little girl hiding behind my Beta’s legs. I froze. A pup? Surely the Moon Goddess wouldn’t bind me to a pup. I’m no pervert. Yet Jax was relentless: Mercedes of Silver Moon was destined to be my Luna. Zane, torn between his confusion and the powerful pull of the mate bond, chooses to accept his fate and wait for her to come of age. He patiently builds a solid friendship with Mercedes, nurturing their bond and spoiling her rotten as she matures. As she blossoms into a stunning young lady, Glary, the Alpha of Silver Moon's son, becomes obsessed with her. He wants Mercedes for himself, offering her the title of Luna of their pack and resorting to cruel tricks when she refuses. Then, he and his father decide to use force to make her abandon Zane and agree to their terms. They conspire against her father, the Beta of the pack, and sentence him to death. Mercedes faces an impossible choice: mate Glary or witness her father’s execution. But they have made a grave mistake. They have underestimated Zane's deep love for Mercedes, a love that burns as fiercely as his wolf. He will protect her — his heart's true desire, his destined mate. No one will take her from him…
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Chapter 1

Alpha Zane of the Midnight Moon pack realized that the girl found by his pack's Beta within their territory was destined to be his mate.

But Mercedes was underage, originating from a neighboring pack with an Alpha of questionable personality. Zane knew he had to wait until her eighteenth birthday before claiming her as his Luna. Eventually, Alpha Ahri of Silver Bow, permitted the mates to meet and form a bond.

In the meantime, Zane ensured that Mercedes was properly trained for her role in his own pack. He regularly visited her in her pack, showering her with lavish gifts while teaching the young girl how to excel as his ideal mate.

The two became inseparable. Alpha Zane was the center of the little girl's life as she blossomed into a beautiful, skilled woman. However, disaster struck them unexpectedly.

Jealousy overtook Glary, Alpha Ahri's son, and he resorted to all kinds of malicious tactics, with the help of Mercedes' best friend Clarita, in an attempt to drive a wedge between the mates. In response, Alpha Ahri abruptly terminated the arrangements with Alpha Zane to gain access to his mate at Silver Bow. Consequently, Mercedes was confined within her home, forbidden to travel to Midnight Moon.

To force the girl to accept his son as her mate, Alpha Ahri went so far as to accuse his own Beta, Mercedes' father, of disloyalty and treachery towards their pack, accusations that carried a death sentence. Under pressure from the Alpha's threats against her family's lives, the woman was forced into two impossible choices: either accept Glary or face losing those closest to her forever. And that was when Mercedes feared being at the mercy of the Alpha family.

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'Alpha, quickly, you really need to check this out,' my Beta exclaimed in the mind link.

I snapped out of my concentration, becoming utterly annoyed by this sudden interruption that couldn't have come at a worse time.

Damn it, I really didn't need this, my desk was overflowing with weeks of backlog I needed to catch up on. I was still working myself to death here.

'What's up, Jace? I'm in the middle of some important paperwork,' I explained while trying to conceal my irritation. 'Is it something you could manage on your own?'

'Nah. You won't even be able to fathom what I'm about to tell you. This is something no pack has ever come across before,' he replied.

For the first time, I heard shock, no, panic in Jace's voice.

He is my best friend. As pups, we literally took our first steps and spoke our first words at the same time. Later on, we went through combat training side by side as well. And I'd never heard him sound scared before. Jace was always fearless with a solution to any problem that arose, he never hesitated to take immediate action.

His appearance was his biggest advantage, Jace radiated a commanding presence that nobody dared to test. No one had the balls to question or disregard him, his word could only be surpassed by mine. This dynamic had never been breached before now. Our friendship ran deep enough for him to feel confident in how to observe critical situations and handle them accordingly. We were completely in sync.

The request for my presence in the field indicated that World War III might be approaching. In any case, he managed to get my full attention.

'Tell me about it. And it must be really worth it now that you've distracted me from my work,' I grumbled, but asked for details, nonetheless.

'You won't believe it until you see it, man. This is the weirdest thing I've seen since living in a pack. And that's my entire life,' he continued, still overwhelmed by what was happening at his side.

As I gazed at the heap of documents cluttering my desk, all I could think about was killing that Beta if he was wasting my time. I slammed my fist down on the desk.

'Keep me in the dark one more minute and I swear to you, today is the last day your head is on top. I don't have time for nonsense,' I bellowed angrily into the mind link.

'Zane, a pup has crossed our pack borders. She said her name is Mercedes and Silver Moon is her pack,' he finally explained.

His words froze me in horror.

Damn it, Silver Moon was more than fifty miles from here, how in the world could one of their pups end up on my territory? It's impossible, someone must have brought her here.

Was she banished by her own parents? This situation demanded my personal investigation, Jace was right. And once I'd gathered more information, it might be necessary to involve Alpha Ahri or even the Werewolf Council ... though I knew they wouldn't take kindly to this news.

'Keep her there, I'm on my way,' I instructed urgently before leaving my office with a sense of utmost priority to resolve the issue at hand. Once I was outside the packhouse, I swiftly stripped off my clothes and shifted into my massive black wolf, Jax. Carrying my clothes in his snout, we headed towards the eastern border which was about five miles away. Using all our available speed, we knew that it wouldn't take us much time to get there.

At high speed, I zoomed past tall trees and jumped over bushes and stumps until I abruptly came to a halt halfway. There was a peculiar, strange scent lingering in the area that didn't belong to any of my pack members. I followed it to a clearing deep in the woods, where the tire tracks left behind showed recent human activity.

Inhaling deeply several times confirmed what I had suspected all along.

Members from Silver Moon, the girl's pack, had sneaked into my territory without permission or prior warning. I was sure I hadn't permitted any outsider to enter my pack in the last few months.

This served as evidence that someone intentionally brought the pup to my pack, rather than it being a mere coincidence of her getting lost.

Things were taking a strange turn.

Over recent years, I haven’t come across any discussions regarding human traffickers or abductions in the Alpha chat group. Additionally, there were no inquiries about swapping pack members or surrendering trespassers either. Thanks to our united efforts in this area, rogues were no longer posing as much of a threat to packs anymore.

A quick assessment showed that members of Silver Moon had entered my territory illegally and left a pup behind. I decided to continue on my way. As relayed by my Beta, the girl was still in high spirits and chatty despite her unfortunate circumstances. Perhaps she could tell us more about those who left her here so that I could report back in full detail to Alpha Ahri.

As I neared the clearing where my Beta, the Head Warrior, and two warriors were waiting for me, a shiver ran down my spine. Immediately, an alluring scent of honey-strawberry wafted towards me, urging me to seek it out. I picked up my pace as I traced the scent that led directly to my pack members.

As I stood with them in wolf form, the air around me suddenly crackled with energy.

Jax’s eyes blazed, twin embers of possessive fire. The scent of honey and strawberries, which had been a pleasant undercurrent, suddenly intensified, flooding my senses, becoming the only thing I could smell. It was intoxicating, drawing me closer, pulling me toward its source.

‘MATE! MINE!’ Jax bellowed, the sound vibrating through my very bones.

He clawed at our mind wall, desperate to break free, to reach the source of the intoxicating scent that now dominated our senses.

I fought to regain control, my own mind reeling from the intensity of my wolf’s reaction. Frantically I scanned each man, my eyes searching for any sign of recognition, any hint of the bond Jax was screaming about.

But It was a futile exercise. No, none of them was my mate and I'm damn sure not gay.

No, definitely not me.

As I shifted my gaze downward, I suddenly caught sight of a small head peeping out from behind Jace's lengthy limbs. A girl was hiding there, but her curiosity got the best of her, causing her to bend to watch the scene. Our eyes collided and the bond fell in place.

My mate!

I stared into the most mesmerizing silver orbs that had ever captivated me throughout my twenty years on this earth. The girl's eyes were like polished marbles, absorbing every detail around her with intellect and eagerness. Her ponytail was neatly tied back without any stray strands , while her infectious smile beamed brightly with joy.

'MATE!' Jax whispered again, this time more like a lovesick puppy.

Moon Goddess, seriously? What are you about?

My heart pounded in my chest as the reality of the situation washed over me.

The world seemed to narrow down to just her, and an overwhelming surge of protectiveness coursed through my veins…

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