The Alpha’s Secret Luna Novel – Sophia’s last clear memory was of falling asleep with a smile on her face, a worn novel about ancient history and civilizations resting on her chest. The book told tales of a time when the Moon Goddess walked among her people, guiding them, protecting them, her influence woven into every aspect of their lives. It was a stark difference to the life they lived now. Sophia wondered if what was written in the novel was even true.
But the books were her only companions, the one thing to help her escape boredom. Victoria, her mother, insisted that Sophia remain inside, hidden away from the dangers of the outside world. “It’s for your safety, my dear,” Victoria would say, her voice laced with concern. She had always listened to her mother. She stayed indoors, obeyed every rule. So how did she get here? Her head throbbed, a dull, persistent ache that radiated from her temples.
Her limbs felt heavy, unresponsive. She tried to move, but her wrists and ankles were bound tightly to a cold, hard surface. Panic surged through her, a suffocating wave of terror. What was happening? Her eyes fluttered open, and she found herself in a cave, the air thick with the smell of damp earth and something else, something acrid and metallic that made her stomach churn. Flickering torchlight cast dancing shadows on the rough stone walls, revealing strange symbols etched into the rock.
A woman stood over her, her face obscured by the shadows, her voice a low, guttural chant that sent shivers down Sophia’s spine. The words were foreign, ancient, imbued with a dark power that resonated deep within her bones. Sophia didn’t need to be told what kind of magic this was. She knew already—dark magic. It was forbidden. Why was she here? What was going on? The woman, whose name Sophia would later learn was Morwen, held a gleaming knife in her hand, its blade reflecting the light from the flames.
With deliberate, ritualistic movements, Morwen began to tear at Sophia’s flesh, making precise cuts on her arms and legs. Pain exploded through Sophia’s body, a searing agony that stole her breath and brought tears to her eyes. She screamed, a raw, primal sound that echoed through the cavern. She thrashed against her bonds, desperate to escape the torment, but her struggles were futile. “Stop! Stop, please!” she cried, her voice hoarse with fear and pain. “Help me! Please, someone help me! Mum!” She shouted until her throat was raw, but Morwen ignored her, dancing to her chants as she continued her task.
Sophia wasn’t giving up yet. Maybe someone would pass by and help her. Maybe her mother would notice and come for her. Yes, Victoria was an overprotective mother. She wouldn’t let anyone touch her daughter. Finally, she heard footsteps, heavy and purposeful, approaching them. Relief flooded through her, a wave of hope that washed away some of the pain. Someone had heard her cries, someone was coming to save her. Victoria appeared, her face illuminated by the flickering flames.
Sophia breathed a sigh of relief at seeing her mother. She was safe. She could go home now.