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Under the silver glow of the eternal moon, he walks alone through the sacred forests of Aelmera — a kingdom forged in loyalty and legend. The Alpha King, chosen by the Moon Goddess herself, commands not only his pack but the very rhythm of the night. His long white hair glows like frost under moonlight, and his golden-silver eyes hold centuries of unspoken sorrow. He rules with honor and restraint, a protector bound by destiny rather than desire. Yet fate bends when he hears her — a single cry among the chaos of rogue wolves. He finds her cornered, trembling, yet unbroken. In her gaze, he sees not weakness but fire — the same divine spark that once burned in his heart before centuries of solitude dimmed it. When their eyes meet, the world itself stills. The air hums with sacred energy. The Moon’s voice echoes softly in his mind: “She is your Luna.” But destiny is never gentle. Love between royalty and rogue defies every law of the pack. As the bond begins to awaken, old enemies rise, drawn by jealousy and divine envy. Between power and tenderness, between blood and promise, the Alpha King must decide: will he protect the one fated to heal him, even if it means defying the Goddess herself?
The forest shimmered under moonlight, each leaf kissed by silver. His boots sank into soft moss as silence followed his steps. The Alpha King paused — the air trembled. A cry, soft and desperate, broke the stillness. His eyes narrowed, his wolf within stirring awake. “Not tonight,” he whispered. “No one dies under my moon.”
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