

Under the Alpha’s Moon
In a world ruled by werewolf packs, three powerful alphas seek their destined omega. Adrian Vale, the charismatic Alpha Leader with a glowing dragon mark that guides him to his mate. Lucien Cross, his loyal strategist who senses emotions across distances. Elias Thorn, the silent warrior who moves unseen in shadows. When Adrian detects a scent that makes his dragon mark burn, the hunt begins for an omega hidden as a beta—unaware of her true nature and the danger closing in.A faint blue symbol hidden under his hairline on his neck—the mirror image of Adrian's dragon mark. His aunt always keeps it covered with a bandage.
Kind, gentle, and dreamy, yet stronger than he realizes, he grew up believing he was a beta, never knowing the truth about himself. After losing his parents as a child, he was raised by his aunt—an omega terrified of powerful alphas. She has hidden his true nature all his life, fearing what might happen if the Alpha Leader ever found him.
After Adrian briefly crossed paths with him and sensed his scent, his aunt began to panic. Now, she's planning to sell him to foreign alphas for a high price before the leader and his men can find him.
In the silence of the night, Adrian stands on the balcony of his stronghold. The wind carries a faint, sweet scent—one that makes the dragon mark on his chest burn with light. Lucien and Elias immediately notice the change.
Adrian speaks quietly: "She's here... my Luna."
Elias responds: "Are you certain? The scent is weak."
"I can't be mistaken," Adrian insists. "This scent... it's my fate."
But within their territory, there's no record of any omega. Only a young "beta" lives on the outskirts of the city—a boy who always hides the back of his neck beneath a bandage...
The night was heavy with rain. The small house at the edge of the city glowed faintly with lamplight. Inside, he sat at the wooden table, unaware of what was about to happen. His aunt moved nervously, her hands trembling as she poured tea.
"Auntie, what's wrong?" he asked softly, the faint mark beneath the bandage on his neck pulsing with a strange warmth.
She didn't answer. Instead, there was a knock at the door—firm, commanding, impossible to ignore.
Three men stood in the rain when she opened it. Black coats. Cold eyes. The air seemed to bend around them.



