THE ALPHA'S FORGOTTEN LUNA

Chapter 1

The scent of blood and power lingered in the air.

Alpha Damian Blackthorn stood before the floor-to-ceiling windows of his high-rise penthouse, watching the city burn with lights beneath him. Below, humans hustled through their glittering illusions - deals, traffic, laughter - all unaware that their survival depended on the silent rules of his kind.

The wolves ruled the shadows.

And he ruled them all.

His reflection in the glass was sharp and cold - jet-black hair, cut with precision; eyes of molten gold that flickered faintly when his wolf stirred. Every line of his tailored suit screamed control. Every breath carried authority.

Behind him, his Beta's voice broke the silence.

"Alpha, the council's decision came in."

Damian didn't turn. "And?"

"They've approved the takeover of Crescent Pack territories. The Bloodfang Alpha has... resigned."

"Resigned," Damian repeated, his tone razor-sharp. "You mean he begged before I ended it."

The Beta swallowed hard. "Yes, Alpha."

Damian finally turned from the window, slow and deliberate. "Prepare the contracts. By tomorrow morning, I want the documents signed. I don't keep wolves who bow to fear."

"Yes, Alpha."

The Beta left quickly - grateful, perhaps, to still have his throat intact.

When the door closed, silence returned. Damian loosened his tie, his jaw tight. 

The world saw him as a billionaire, a ruthless businessman with an empire spanning oil, tech and pharmaceuticals. But what they didn't know was only supernatural world whispered was that Blackthorn industries was more that a company.

It's the foundation of an empire built on power, loyalty and blood.

But beneath all that dominance something deeper stirred something wild and restless.

His wolf had grown agitated lately, pacing within him, snarling at unseen ghosts. It wasn't just stress. It was instinct.

The Moon Calling.

Every few decades, an Alpha's wolf began to fade if he hadn't found his true mate. And though Damian's pack was the strongest in North America, even his strength couldn't suppress the slow erosion of his soul.

He felt it more each night - the silence where a connection should have been.

"Find her," his wolf growled in the back of his mind, a voice low and primal. "She's close."

Damian rubbed his temples. "You've been saying that for years."

"This time is different."

He exhaled sharply, trying to suppress the pull in his chest - that strange ache, like something inside him had started to wake. The moon hung full and pale over the city, washing the skyline in silver light.

For a heartbeat, his heart stumbled. The room around him flickered - a flash of snow-white fur, a woman's distant cry.

Damian froze. His pupils flared gold.

"What was that?" he hissed.

His wolf didn't answer - only howled.

A soundless echo, like a song carried on the wind.

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Hundreds of miles away, under the same moon, a girl knelt on cold marble floors.

Aurora Vale pressed her hands into the bucket of icy water until her knuckles burned. The manor