LUNA: Alpha’s Soulmate from Another World

Alkrevas took a deep breath and tightened his embrace. He felt complete, having what he desired most in the world. His next task was to ensure his soulmate would no longer leave him. If necessary, he would chain her legs or injure them to prevent her from leaving this place, where he could freely gaze upon his soulmate.

Alkrevas closed his eyes, a contented purr escaping him once again. He inhaled his soulmate’s scent once more. Instantly, his body warmed, and the passion he had suppressed surged like a massive wave. Every cell in his body heated up. He could feel his primal instincts rising and hardening. Especially when he realized his soulmate’s soft, innocent body was currently in his possessive embrace.

Alkrevas couldn’t wait to complete the mating process, touching every inch of his soulmate’s body, claiming the deepest parts of her soul, and pouring out all the love, longing, and desire he felt. Alkrevas would ensure that his soulmate could think of nothing else but him.

He longed to feel her tempting, luscious lips that he was currently touching, screaming his name with satisfaction, begging for more every time he thrust into her body and poured out his love. Alkrevas couldn’t wait to do it all.Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

A knock on the door suddenly disrupted the precious moment he was experiencing. Alkrevas sighed heavily and invited whoever was outside to enter.

Slowly, he got up, parted the curtains, and closed them tightly again, hiding the beautiful creature from everyone. No one should look at his soulmate except him or without his permission.

No one should.

With a body devoid of any clothing, Alkrevas stood confidently in front of his subordinates. He felt no shame, as this was ordinary for a werewolf. Especially in the old days when there were no magic stones to provide clothing for werewolves or when public mating rituals were still held in various packs; although such rituals were still allowed, no werewolves performed them anymore due to their possessive nature that flowed in their blood and also seemed cruel. Nevertheless, it was allowed if something unwanted happened and required public mating to be performed.

Zyne promptly grabbed the highest-quality sleeping robe and dressed Alkrevas in it. Alkrevas’ dark eyes carefully observed each person entering his private chamber and sharply asked Zyne, “This will be the first and last time my time with my Queen is disturbed. Understand?”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

“Annabeth.” The woman called Alkrevas was the head servant of the female servants in the imperial palace, managing their tasks. Annabeth, who looked like she was in her twenties but was over three decades old, immediately bowed respectfully and responded to Alkrevas’ formal call. “Select the best servants to be placed by my future Queen’s side.”

“What about the Empress’s Palace? Should I prepare it, too?”

“No need. Vacate Gealach Palace. My Luna will stay with me here, at Grian Palace.” Alkrevas walked towards the fireplace and observed the dancing flames.

The light from the fire created a soft orange glow. The sound of wood crackling as the fire consumed it was like a soothing lullaby. “Zyne, have you prepared everything for my soulmate?”

“In progress, My Lord. You can inspect the results later in the left-wing room.”

“Good.” Alkrevas then turned to Savon from behind his back. “Have you completed your task?

“Yes, Alpha. The inn has been cleaned, and I have captured the negligent border guards, allowing the rogue group to enter Mylonas territory. They are in the military detention cell in the western Mylonas forest.”

“What about the fae woman I instructed you about?”

Savon shook his head, delivering unwelcome news to Alkrevas. “When I arrived at the location, the fae woman had disappeared. The tracking team is currently trying to pursue her.”

Savon paused briefly and continued his report, “From the inn data I found, the woman’s name is Ghea, and the woman with her… is named Luna.”

“Where is Sigmund?”

“I spoke with Gamma Mathias about the military forces you will send to the southern border,” Alkrevas nodded in understanding. He returned to gaze at the fireplace with utmost seriousness. He had instructed Sigmund to find a woman; that woman was his soulmate, Luna.

“Luna… My Luna…” Alkrevas murmured.

“Instruct Sigmund to find out Luna’s identity. Where she’s from, her family, where she lives, even the smallest details like her favourite food.”

“Understood, Alpha.”

“Very well, you may leave.”

Afterwards, Zyne, Annabeth, and Savon walked out of the room, firmly closing the door behind them. Alkrevas stood still until he no longer heard the footsteps of his three subordinates. He turned and walked towards the bed where Luna lay, drawing the curtains aside and sitting beside the bed, reaching out to play with his soulmate’s hair, which was starting to dry.

“Awake, little mate. Luna… I want to see those warm brown eyes of yours again. I want to see my reflection filling your eyes, and I want to see every emotion emanating from there. My Luna… My Queen…”

Then, his dark eyes inadvertently caught sight of an accessory encircling his soulmate’s left wrist. His forehead furrowed, and he murmured, “Translator bracelet, why…?” Instantly, Alkrevas’ jaw tensed, and a possibility began to form in his mind.

“It can’t be…”

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Luna groaned softly and slowly opened her heavy eyelids. Initially, she didn’t understand what was happening, and her memory was still not catching up and was remaining blank. A broad smile spread across her lips as she felt her body lying in a place so soft and plush. She attempted to move, feeling every muscle ache every time she tried. Her forehead creased slightly, and her eyes blinked in confusion.

Why did her body feel like it had been hit by a car? Seriously, she had experienced that when she was young. Of course, it was due to her carelessness of not ensuring the vehicle’s way through and breaking the traffic lights so quickly.

Luna opened her mouth to call out for Nicole but then realized she was in another world, a supernatural realm called Khthon. She raised her hand and massaged her throbbing head. The surroundings were pitch black, making her unable to see clearly.

She took a deep breath and closed her eyes again. One by one, memories began to flood back. Mylonas, Ghea, George’s death, Ghea’s grief, the massacre, and the last thing that happened… Luna jolted upright, forgetting the soreness throughout her body. Her hand instinctively reached to touch her temple, where she remembered being injured by that psychopathic Emperor, and her neck, where she was bitten, but found nothing there. Smooth. Clean. No scars or pain.

“Am I dead?” Luna wondered silently. Then, as she pinched herself to check if she was alive or not, she felt pain, indicating she was indeed alive.

She then felt around, realizing she was on a bed with a mattress and soft, layered pillows with silk sheets and a thick, soft blanket covering her naked body. Luna’s eyes widened. Naked? She panicked and checked her own body. She was naked without clothes!

“Damn, bastard!” Luna cursed inwardly. Not only did he hurt her, but now he stripped her naked! What kind of man does that to a woman? Especially to a woman he claims as his ‘soulmate’.

Luna snorted softly. If she was his soulmate, why did he dare to hurt her? And without any guilt whatsoever. Luna shivered, recalling last night’s events and the magical spells he had whispered. He was genuinely despicable, putting her to sleep with magic.

Luna gripped the blanket tightly. Then she realized why it was so dark around her; thick curtains surrounding the bed blocked the incoming light. Luna pulled aside the blanket and was about to open the curtains. Still, they were already drawn back, and the man currently her enemy appeared before her with a different appearance from yesterday.

If Luna had seen him yesterday as a mysterious villain in a cloak and then as a psychopath with blood soaking his body and ruby-red eyes, now he looked like an emperor from a historical drama.

A white coat with gold embroidery, gold buttons, gold epaulettes on the shoulders, and a red gem brooch at the collar with golden embroidery details. A red sash draped from the left shoulder to the right waist, with a badge pinned at the top of the sash and a belt encircling his waist, carrying a sword that she remembered as the tool of the massacre last night. White trousers and many medals on the right chest were visible. His dark hair was perfectly styled, and his feet were clad in high-quality black leather shoes. Not to mention the imperial robe draped over his back. At a glance, Luna already knew the man before she was someone influential, none other than the Emperor himself.

Luna immediately pulled the blanket to cover her entire body. She shifted away as the psychopathic Emperor sat down beside the bed. She stared cautiously, her brown eyes never wavering from his incredibly handsome face. Luna opened her mouth to ask a question, but her throat felt so dry, and when she tried to speak, no sound came out.

She gave him a sharp glare, sitting in front of her, staring so closely and coldly, but behind it all was a surge of obsession so real that it made Luna shiver to realize it.

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