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The Contracted Marriage of the Reverse Moon Alpha
墨書 Inktalez
Atop the Moon Temple of the Coastal Wolf Clan, nineteen-year-old Selene Lexington gripped the bloodied silver blade tightly, her nails digging deep into her palm. The statue of the Moon Goddess loomed over her, its gilded eyes glinting coldly in the firelight, as if awaiting the final sacrifice of this coming-of-age ceremony—her Alpha blood offered to the clan in exchange for a union with a high-ranking wolf king.
"I refuse." Her voice trembled in the night wind, yet it carried a resolute determination. The silver blade sliced through the air, leaving a blinding spark on the chief priest's mask. According to the laws of the wolf clan, an Alpha must comply with the marriage arrangements set by the Moon Temple, and she was the first awakened female Alpha in a century, destined to become a sacrificial offering to divine authority.
The priest's roar mingled with wolf howls as twelve temple guards sprang from the shadows, their claws glowing with moonlight runes that radiated menace. Selene's wolf ears perked up suddenly, a tearing pain shooting through her tailbone—an omen of her transformation into a battle wolf. Yet just as she was about to complete her metamorphosis, an icy chill surged through her chest.
In that moment when moonlight pierced through the clouds, she realized in horror that her wolf claws were fading away, and the silver-gray fur covering her body was retreating to reveal pale human skin. The curse had taken effect. The parchment she had discovered among her mother's belongings three days prior had spoken true: any Alpha who refused the Moon Goddess's sacrifice would be stripped of their transformation ability at the first full moon.
"Seize this blasphemer!" The priest's staff struck the ground, and a binding array emerged on the stone tiles. Selene stumbled backward until her back hit the cold marble railing, overlooking a three-hundred-meter deep cliff. In despair, a howl that shook the mountains echoed from the north, accompanied by the sound of hooves shattering moonlight.
The black banner of the Prairie Wolf Clan tore through the night sky. At its forefront stood a man clad in dark silver scale armor, his eyes glowing red like a blood moon beneath his wolf-headed helmet. Ronan Blackwood, the iron-willed wolf king of the Prairie Clan, rumored to have torn apart ten frenzied giant wolves with his bare hands. His gaze swept over Selene's exposed neck where an Alpha mark should have gleamed; instead, there was only a fresh scab from a wound.
"I've come to propose a deal." His voice was like steel rolling over molten lava as he effortlessly brushed aside guards attempting to intervene. The priest's face turned ashen behind his mask: "The Prairie Clan has no right to interfere with Coastal sacrifices!"
But Ronan stepped directly in front of Selene, his fingertips grazing her wrist wound as blood crystallized in his palm. "Her blood can suppress frenzy sickness." He turned to face the stunned priest. "In exchange for her marriage rights, how about we secure my clan's loyalty?"
Selene's eyes widened as she noticed that half of Ronan's accompanying warriors had pupils clouded with signs of frenzy. The Moon Temple had claimed that only blood from a divine oracle could cure this affliction, and now she understood—her mother's death was no accident.
The priest swallowed hard, clearly weighing his options. Seizing the moment, Selene whispered urgently, "They will kill me." Ronan suddenly gripped her waist and pinned her against the railing; the wolf mane at the edge of his helmet brushed against her trembling lips. "Cooperate with me," he murmured, "or your clan will never know that the Moon Temple has been fabricating oracles using young wolves' blood."
His words struck like thunder through chaos; Selene recalled how her mother had concocted mysterious potions when she was twelve—exactly like the ice crystal in Ronan's palm. In an instant, his lips crashed down upon hers, bringing with them a chilling taste of blood that enveloped her entire being. Her curse was manifesting; at that moment when her wolf ears vanished, his wolf king mark suddenly appeared on her neck, perfectly concealing her fading Alpha emblem.
"Dual Alpha branding!" The onlooking wolves gasped in shock. According to ancient law, only destined mates could merge their marks. The priest's staff clattered to the ground: "This violates Moon Goddess law!" Yet Ronan removed his helmet, revealing an old scar across his forehead. "Law? Your oracle has led my kin to devour their own young in frenzy sickness while she—" He grasped Selene's chin firmly, forcing her gaze toward the silver vial on the altar. "She can truly save them."
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