HEARTS OF DIVINE RUIN (The MoonGoddess and The AlphaKing)

Alex strode out of the library, his steps purposeful yet betraying the storm of emotions swirling within him. He didn't glance back, knowing that if he did, he might not find the strength to leave. The moment replayed in his mind: the flicker of surprise in her eyes, the unspoken tension between them, and the undeniable pull that drew him to her like a moth to a flame.
"It's not easy," he muttered under his breath, running a hand through his dark hair. His tone held a mix of frustration and wonder, as though he were chastising himself for feeling so vulnerable. He reached the end of the hallway and leaned momentarily against the cold stone wall, exhaling a shaky breath. "Why is it so hard to stay away?"

This was the second time in the single day he had felt this . 

Her scent lingered in his mind, a tantalizing reminder of her presence. It wasn't just desire—it was something deeper, something more primal. An invisible force seemed to connect them, a tether he couldn't sever even if he wanted to. And perhaps he didn't want to.
"Is this... my own feeling?" Alex questioned himself aloud, his voice tinged with doubt. "Or is it the echo of something else... some past left behind?"
The thought gnawed at him, unsettling yet oddly comforting. He couldn't shake the possibility that what he felt wasn't entirely his own but a remnant of something—a memory, a bond—that predated his understanding. Shaking off the thought, he straightened his posture as the sound of footsteps echoed down the corridor.
A guard approached, dressed in the formal uniform of the royal pack's elite. It was Henry, on of the royal guards. Alex raised a hand to halt him, his tone sharp but controlled. "Henry, a moment."
The guard stopped and bowed slightly. "Alphaking . What can I do for you?"

"Has anyone else accessed the library on the third floor recently?" Alex's voice was clipped, betraying the seriousness of his inquiry.
Henry's brow furrowed as he considered the question. "The library isn't restricted, Alpha. Aside from you, Timothy has been known to use it frequently. He often assists with archiving records. Additionally, some of the school personnel—teachers who educate the young ones in the pack—make use of it for their lessons."
Alex nodded slowly, his gaze distant as if piecing together a puzzle in his mind. "Timothy... and the teachers," he repeated, his voice thoughtful.
"Yes, Alpha. Is there a concern?" Henry asked cautiously.
Alex's sharp eyes met the guard's, a faint smile curling his lips though it didn't reach his eyes. "Just ensuring everything is as it should be. Carry on."
Henry nodded once more before continuing down the hall, leaving Alex to his thoughts.
Meanwhile, Luna remained in the library, her breathing gradually steadying as she tried to calm the tumult of emotions that Alex had stirred within her. Gathering herself, she glanced around the vast space, her gaze falling on the table where he had been moments ago. The books he had been studying were gone.
"Did he... put them back?" she mused aloud, her voice barely above a whisper. But something about it felt deliberate, as though he hadn't wanted her to see them. Her curiosity flared.
Luna's silver eyes scanned the shelves with an almost predatory precision, her movements purposeful. She seemed to know exactly where to look, as though drawn by an unseen force. Finally, her gaze landed on a shelf nestled in the far corner of the room. There, tucked between other ancient tomes, was one of the book she had seen in his hands: a fragile, ancient volume adorned with intricate blue and yellow carvings.
She reached for it, her fingers brushing the weathered cover. The title shimmered faintly in the dim light: Judgments of the Divine: The Sins and Punishments of the High Supernaturals.
Luna's eyes darkened with a mixture of emotions as she opened the book, her fingers delicately turning the fragile pages. She moved quickly, as though searching for something specific, until her hands stilled on a chapter titled The Sin of the Fallen One.
Her breath hitched as she read:
*"In the dawn of creation, when the realms of gods and mortals were yet young, a divine being—blessed with light and power beyond comprehension—made a fateful choice. He defied the Supreme Lord, forsaking his celestial duties to embrace the mortal world. 
The being, once a guardian of life and balance, was accused of arrogance and betrayal, his actions seen as a challenge to the divine order.
Stripped of his immortality, he descended into the mortal plane, shedding the shadow of godhood that had once shielded him. The world below welcomed him with open arms and unrelenting trials, for mortal life was not kind to those who abandoned their thrones. 
What became of the fallen divine..."*
Luna's fingers lingered on the fragile edge of the page before she flipped it to continue reading. However, as her eyes scanned the text, something felt off. The lines didn't flow naturally. Words abruptly shifted tone, and the narrative seemed disjointed. She frowned and glanced at the corner of the page. Her sharp gaze quickly picked up the discrepancy—three, perhaps four pages, were missing.
Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Her silver eyes darted on the other pages in the book. She noticed that this wasn't an isolated incident for this chapter . Other chapters in this book bore similar signs of missing pages. Frayed edges where pages had been carefully removed, spines slightly warped from the strain.
Luna sighed, her fingers tracing the ornate carvings on the book's cover as she gently closed it. The thought nagged at her—why would someone mutilate a record as old and significant as this? But she quickly dismissed the question, convincing herself it wasn't entirely surprising. Books of this age were rarely in pristine condition. If anything, the survival of such a tome was remarkable in itself.
She placed the book back on the shelf with care, her thoughts drifting. Yet, the missing pages lingered in her mind like a whisper in the wind. Who was this divine being, and why had their story resonated so deeply with her? But deep within her gaze was a flicker of recognition, as if the story resonated with her in ways she couldn't—or wouldn't—acknowledge.
As she moved away from the shelf, her eyes wandered back to the spot where Alex had been moments ago. His presence was like an afterimage, a lingering heat in the cool, musty air of the library. He had been so focused, so intent. It wasn't just casual curiosity that had drawn him here. No, he was searching for something—something important.
Turning on her heel, she moved toward the window, her silver hair catching the moonlight. Outside, the world seemed peaceful, but within her, a storm raged.
Her lips pressed into a thin line as she straightened her borrowed clothes, the hoodie slipping slightly over her shoulder. "I hope it's all wrong, Alex! " she muttered under her breath.