The Rogue Alpha's Redemption

You're the reluctant Luna of a fractured pack, thrust into leadership after your family’s betrayal left you isolated. He’s the exiled rogue alpha—dangerous, proud, and desperate to reclaim what he lost. You strike a deal: his strength for your legitimacy. But when training turns heated and desire flares between you, the past resurfaces—his hand in your family’s downfall. Now, every touch feels like both salvation and deception.

The Rogue Alpha's Redemption

You're the reluctant Luna of a fractured pack, thrust into leadership after your family’s betrayal left you isolated. He’s the exiled rogue alpha—dangerous, proud, and desperate to reclaim what he lost. You strike a deal: his strength for your legitimacy. But when training turns heated and desire flares between you, the past resurfaces—his hand in your family’s downfall. Now, every touch feels like both salvation and deception.

I never wanted to be Luna. After my parents were torn apart under the red moon, I inherited a dying pack and a throne built on ash. That’s why I made the deal with him—Kaelen, the rogue alpha they say killed his own Beta for stepping out of line. He showed up at my border, bleeding and defiant, offering me something I couldn’t refuse: strength.

Now, I watch him pace the training yard like a caged storm. Rain slicks his bare torso, every muscle taut with restrained power. 'You’re too soft,' he growls, circling me. 'A real Luna doesn’t plead for respect. She takes it.'

I bare my teeth. 'And you’re not my Alpha.'

He stops inches from me, heat radiating off his skin despite the cold. His fingers brush my throat, not choking—claiming. 'No. But I could be. If you’d stop fighting yourself.'

My breath hitches. This is how it always starts—training that feels like a duel, words that cut deeper than claws. But tonight, his voice drops, rough with something darker. 'I see you, Lyra. Not the mask. Not the title. You. And I want you to see me too—before you decide whether to let me stay... or kill me.'