Alpha’s Obsession, Luna’s Revenge:

Luna Selene's POV

Rita, David, and I had already left the police station before the howling wolves could come face to face.

As we left, the noise of collective howl subsided gradually as we moved far.

It was the time for me to reveal where we were moving to. After all, Riata and David were going to be my closest confidants.

"We are heading off to a secret location," I informed them. Rita and David looked at me with the expectant eyes. They wanted to hear more.

"This location is close to the Southern Territory. It is a kind of no man's land," I informed them.

"This will be our place of hiding and the center of rebellion from where our fight for justice begins." 

I have strong memories of this location. My dad fought several battles here and defeated the enemies. It was here that the seeds of my love with Mark Donnel were sown that eventually germinated and sprouted.

It was a day before my 18th birthday. I was feeling love in the air. I was excited by the thought of meeting my mate.

It was the day when I felt the forest whisper to me, its ancient voice seeping into my skin, stirring something wild and untamed within.

As I thought over my time there, I was instantly transported to that day seven years ago. The past of seven years ago merged in the present overwhelming my consciousness. It was no longer a memory. It was like I was there back in time….

The air feels electric, charged with secrets and promises I can't yet comprehend. My steps are light as I move through the trees, their gnarled branches arching above me like a cathedral of the earth. I am alone but not lonely; every rustle of leaves and distant birdcall feels like a lover's murmur meant for me alone.

There's a hum in my chest—a sensation I can't name. My senses are heightened, my skin hyperaware of every brush of the breeze, every caress of sunlight breaking through the canopy. I press my hand to my heart, and it beats wildly, as if it too anticipates something monumental.

Then I see him. A figure, cloaked in silver and shadow, standing at the edge of my vision. A wolf, majestic and powerful, with fur that gleams like moonlight. His eyes, a molten gold, lock briefly with mine before he vanishes into the thicket. The encounter lasts but a heartbeat, yet my breath catches, and my body tingles with an inexplicable thrill.

Who is he? Or what is he? The thought swirls in my mind, sparking images of forbidden romances, of wild, untamed love that mirrors the wilderness around me. I can't see his face, yet I imagine him as a fierce protector, a mysterious stranger bound to my soul in ways I cannot yet understand.

I stand rooted, longing to chase him yet afraid of what I might find. The forest feels alive, echoing my heartbeat, my yearning. Tomorrow, I turn 18, and tonight, for the first time, I feel like a woman awakened.

My night that day was restless. I kept tossing and turning at the thought of meeting my mate the next day.

Oh, what a wonderful day that was. The very thought of my 18th birthday, seven years ago brought me to this magical world once again. Tomorrow, everything changes. The thought has haunted me all night, chasing sleep from my eyes as I replay the moment I saw him. That wolf—his golden eyes, shimmering fur, and the powerful aura that seemed to radiate through the forest—has consumed my thoughts.

I'm standing on the edge of tomorrow, feeling a pull, I can't resist. My heart races, my pulse quickens, and every nerve in my body tingles with anticipation. I've heard the stories, whispered in our pack of how the 18th year awakens the bond, how the forest itself calls us to find our mate. Could it be him? Is he the one the fates have chosen for me?

I close my eyes and picture him, not as a wolf but as a man—tall, strong, with golden eyes that see through to my very soul. I imagine his touch, rough yet tender, his voice a low murmur in the night, promising me the world. My cheeks flush at the thought, my breath hitching. It feels ridiculous to dream so wildly about someone I've glimpsed only for a fleeting moment, yet I can't stop myself.

Tomorrow, I will return to the forest, to the place where our paths crossed. I cannot resist the temptation to find him, to know him. My body aches with a need I cannot explain, a longing as old as the earth itself. What if he is waiting for me? What if he felt the same pull I did, the same unspoken connection?

The wind outside my window carries the scent of pine and earth as if the forest is calling me back. Tomorrow, I'll follow that call. On my 18th birthday, I will meet him. I have to. The yearning within me demands it.

What exactly happened on the next day, my 18th birthday is a secret closely concealed in my heart. It was a feeling, a romance that I wanted to freeze and relive every moment. The incident leading up to this enchanting feeling was not pleasant though.

Mates don't need to think alike. They may not think alike but they change over time. It was here that Mark came into my life as my mate and our destinies merged. Were we destined to meet? I don't know. The only thing I know is that peace follows war as day follows night. 

This same very forest became the cradle for our love-and-hate game. I loved as well as hated my mate. I both love and hate him to this day. But my mate is obsessed with me. He cannot live separated from me. He becomes lifeless and listless away from me, and would be ready to do anything just to remain with me.

I didn't understand his dependence on me. Perhaps, some wolves are like that. I didn't know if it is a symptom of mother fixation. I guess, this was the case as I came to know him more later.

But it was in dramatic circumstances that I met my mate on my 18th birthday. There came a time when I was about to kill him…..