The Alpha’s Stolen Luna

Our parents passed away early, leaving my siblings and me to make a living by selling flowers.

When I was twelve, I was sent to deliver flowers to the Lycan Prince's mansion. That’s where I met Zelda Parker, the Lycan Princess and the Prince’s favored mate. She caught me, turned me into a blood sacrifice, and after a night of torment, I died.

A guard delivered a small pouch of gold coins as compensation for my death.

My sister, Margaret, and my brother, Alexander, split the money and buried me hastily.

Margaret spent her share on cosmetics and skincare, dreaming of marrying into a high-ranking pack.

Alexander used his to buy armor and training gear, eager to make a name for himself in the pack’s warrior ranks.

It seemed they had forgotten me.

Three years later, Margaret set up a flower stand outside the Lycan Prince’s mansion, selling roses.

Alexander, meanwhile, had become the Lycan Prince’s most trusted Gamma guard.

==============================

On the seventh day after my death, Zelda sent a guard with a small pouch of gold coins.

"The young girl’s death was an unfortunate accident. The Lycan Princess is deeply saddened and hopes you can find peace," the guard said.

Margaret accepted the money with a smile, and she and Alexander split it once again.

Each received a handful of coins.

Margaret spent hers on cosmetics, expensive creams, and bath oils, turning herself into a vision of beauty, as radiant as any high-ranking Luna.

Alexander invested in the sturdiest armor, the sharpest claws, and even bought himself a position as a Delta warrior.

When the money was nearly gone, only a few coins remained.

They decided that, since my body was still small and frail, a simple wooden casket would suffice.

After burying me hastily,

Alexander set off for the training grounds, hoping to encounter a noble patron who could elevate his status.

Margaret accompanied him to the edge of the pack’s territory, where the wind and dust stung their eyes.

"When we meet again, we won’t just be siblings. Remember that," Alexander said.

Margaret nodded.

Alexander hugged her tightly, whispering in her ear,

"Don’t rush into anything. Zelda is the Lycan Prince’s favored mate, and everyone knows it. Scarlet’s death… it was just an accident."

Margaret’s eyes welled with tears as she smiled faintly.

"Yes, an accident."