Violet: Luna of The One-eye Alpha

MERRIN’S POV

The storm outside matched the chaos inside me.

Rain struck the palace windows in relentless silver streaks while thunder rolled across the dark sky like a warning from forgotten gods.

I was pacing again.

Like a caged wolf.

Like a king who had lost control of his own throne.

“Damn it…”

Her name burned in my chest.

Violet.

I slammed my fist into the marble wall.

The pain was satisfying for a moment.

Then the restlessness returned.

Ten years.

Ten years I had waited to crush her.

To watch fear break the defiance in those storm-colored eyes.

So why the hell did I feel like something inside me was being pulled toward her instead of away?

I grabbed the contract on my desk.

Her signature stared back at me.

Small.

Hasty.

Desperate.

Stupid.

And beneath it — her phone number.

I picked up my phone.

Dialed.

Two rings.

Then her voice.

“Hello?”

It was softer than I remembered.

More fragile.

Yet stubbornly alive.

“You have fifteen minutes to reach Wolves-Heaven Palace,” I said.

Silence.

Then a breath that sounded too controlled to be real.

“It’s late,” she said carefully. “The palace is far. I can come in the morning.”

I leaned back in my chair.

“My patience is not scheduled.”

Another silence.

“I need at least thirty minutes…”

“You have fifteen.” My voice hardened. “If you waste one second, consider your family dead.”

I ended the call.

The phone felt heavier in my hand afterward.

I hated the tightening sensation in my chest.

I hated it.

—

Nolan burst into my chamber minutes later.

“Alpha!”

His boots echoed against marble.

“What now?” I asked coldly.

“Spies from the Cave-Ocean pack were spotted near the eastern border.”

I didn’t turn.

“Deal with them.”

“You are not listening to me.”

I exhaled slowly.

Slowly.

Then turned.

“What part of ‘deal with them’ is unclear?”

He hesitated.

“Is this about Violet?”

The name detonated inside my head.

“Do not speak her name,” I said quietly.

My Alpha voice was calm.

Deadly calm.

Nolan bowed.

But I saw the confusion in his eyes.

Good.

Let them be confused.

“Prepare the warriors. If the Cave-Ocean pack tests us tonight, I want them to remember that Wolves-Heaven does not forgive trespass.”

I paused briefly.

“I already called Violet. She will be here in fifteen minutes. We are not going into this battle alone.”

Nolan paused.

“Alpha… you called a woman to join us in battle?”

“I don’t care,” I said, turning away, my voice hard and unyielding. “She will come. Or her family will die.”

“The Luna-Light pack is far away… she can’t possibly make it in time.”

I smiled faintly.

“Then let her fly.”

He opened his mouth to speak again, but I silenced him with a sharp glare.

“Ready the warriors. I will not repeat myself.”

“Yes, Alpha.”

He turned to leave.

Then I spoke once more.

“Tell the guards to open the gate when she arrives.”

Thirteen minutes later.

Chaos sounded outside the palace.

Shouting.

Metal clashing.

Guard commands.

And then…

Her scent.

Wild roses after rain.

My body reacted before my mind did.

I walked out.

Red hair.

Soaked clothing clinging to slender shoulders.

Swollen ankle.

Breathless chest.

But those eyes…

Storm. Fire. Defiance.

“I’m here,” she said, voice trembling only slightly. “Please… don’t hurt my family.”

Something inside my chest tightened painfully.

I ignored it.

“You talk too much,” I said.

She blinked.

The doors behind us suddenly slammed shut. The sound echoed through the empty hall, sealing her inside with me.

I could hear her heart beating fast.

“You should have stayed gone ten years ago,” I said quietly.

“You should have stayed away from my sister.”

A strange laugh escaped my lips.

“You have no idea what you’ve done, Violet…”

I turned away and walked out quickly, like a wounded lion trying to hide its pain.

She followed me outside. “Wait…”

“Dress her for war,” I told Nolan as I walked past him, my voice low and cold. “She will stand there and dance. Nothing more.”

My lips curved faintly.

“She is here to entertain me.”

“What?” Violet said sharply behind me.

“You heard me,” I replied without slowing down.

“You’re taking me to war?”

“Consider it part of your employment.”

Her face lost color.

“Merrin… please. If this is revenge, just kill me. Taking me to war is madness.”

I stopped then stepped closer.

I lowered my voice.

“I don’t want you dead.” Her lashes trembled. “Death is mercy.”

I smiled slowly.

“I want you alive. And suffering.”

Her fingers curled slightly at her sides.

“You will never have that satisfaction,” she whispered.

“We’ll see.”

I turned.

“Make sure she carries no weapon.”

The warriors nodded.

Violet’s voice rose behind me.

“How am I supposed to defend myself in a battlefield without a weapon?”

I didn’t look back.

“Figure it out.”

***

The battlefield waited like a breathing beast.

Cave-Ocean pack warriors stood scattered and unprepared.

Pathetic.

Their Alpha knelt within minutes.

“Please!” he shouted. “Those at your border were travelers, not spies!”

I tilted my head.

“You know I am the ruthless one-eyed Alpha and I dislike weaklings.”

Steel slid slowly from its sheath.

“Fight me,” I said softly. “Let us see if travelers bleed differently.”

Thunder answered.

The war began.

My soldiers moved like shadows of death.

And among them…

Violet.

Pale silk clung softly to her body. A gold war helm rested above her storm-colored hair.

She danced.

Not like a warrior.

But like something tragic and beautiful that did not belong to this world.

Her eyes were closed.

No weapon.

No defense.

The wind carried her movements.

Arrows screamed past her.

Steel clashed loudly.

Blood fell on the ground.

Yet she did not stop.

She kept dancing.

The only music was the clash of swords, the screams of dying men, and the roar of thunder above us.

“What are you making her do?” Nolan whispered beside me. “I think you’re going too far, Alpha.”

I did not answer.

Because I did not understand it myself.

Everyone thought I was going too far.

But my body kept moving every time danger came close to her.

Protecting the same woman I claimed to hate.

A Cave-Ocean warrior broke through our line.

He charged straight toward Violet.

I didn’t think.

My body moved before my mind could stop it.

I killed their Alpha in a single slash.

Then ran.

Steel met flesh behind her.

Blood splashed across her face.

My hand was on her waist.

For a moment, the world disappeared.

Heartbeat against heartbeat.

“Get your hands off me,” she whispered.

I pushed her away.

“Don’t take it personally. Next time, I may let them kill you.”

I did not believe my own words.

Neither did she.

Four more times.

Four more enemies tried to reach her.

Four more times I moved first.

Nolan watched silently.

Fear and realization mixing in his eyes.

Finally the battlefield ended in red silence.

Victory.

But victory tasted like ash.

Back at the palace infirmary, Nolan dragged Violet toward me.

“She needs treatment.”

“No.”

“But Alpha…”

“I said no.”

My voice shook the courtyard.

Then I faced her.

“You think I saved you because I care?”

“I don’t need your pity.”

“Good.” I stepped closer. “It wasn’t pity.”

Her lips trembled.

“I saved you so you remember who owns your life.”

Her eyes burned.

“You can own my life,” she said quietly, “but not my heart.”

I laughed.

“You already belong to me, Violet.”

“I would rather die.”

I stepped closer.

Close enough that her breath warmed my throat.

“You'd rather die?” I murmured. “You still think this is revenge?”

Her hands trembled.

But she did not move.

“I erased your family’s power in a single year,” I continued softly. “Your name means nothing now.”

Her jaw locked.

I leaned to her ear.

“And yet… I kept them alive.”

Silence fell across the courtyard.

Even Nolan froze.

My voice lowered.

“You took my eye ten years ago.”

Her breath hitched.

“And today, the Moon Goddess makes her second mistake.”

Lightning split the sky.

“You want death?” I whispered. “Death is mercy.”

I stepped back.

“Tomorrow… before the entire kingdom…”

My wolf flickered in my gaze.

“I will announce you as my wife. A graced slave. Nothing more.”

Her face drained of color.

I tilted my head.

“How does it feel,” I asked quietly, “to live under the same roof as the man who killed your father?...”