That Luna Is A Boy: The Evil Alpha's Conquest

Name: That Luna Is A Boy: The Evil Alpha's Conquest
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**In a world where survival demands deception, one secret could shatter an empire-or ignite a forbidden flame.** Thalassa's life hangs on a lie. Disguised as a boy since infancy to escape the wrath of conquering Alpha Kaelthar, she's lived as **Thaleon**-a sickly omega, harmless and forgotten. But when Kaelthar's fascination with the "boy" he should despise turns predatory, Thalassa's carefully crafted mask begins to crack. Her body rebels. Her wolf stirs. And the herbs that once hid her scent now drown in the intoxicating tang of danger-and dark desire. As Kaelthar's obsession deepens, Thalassa walks a razor's edge: one misstep, and her true identity will be exposed. But in the shadow of betrayal, where enemies and allies blur, the most lethal threat isn't Kaelthar's wrath... **It's the fire he ignites in her soul.** **Survival or surrender? Loyalty or lust?** In this pulse-pounding dark romance, every choice bleeds, every secret kills, and the line between conqueror and captive dissolves into a storm of forbidden hunger. **The truth won't set her free. It will destroy them both.**

Fantasy Revenge Sexual slave Alpha Drama Magical Arrogant/Dominant Mediaeval

Chapter 5 The Alpha's Curiosity

04-18 18:46

Chapter 1 The Surrender

The scent of smoke and iron clung to the air as Alaric staggered into the dimly lit chamber, his armor splattered with blood that was not his own. Seraphine stood by the window, her silver hair tangled, clutching their swaddled infant to her chest. Outside, the howls of the Obsidian Claw wolves echoed like a death chant. The Silverfang Pack had fallen.

"They've broken through the eastern ridge," Alaric rasped, slumping against the stone wall. His amber eyes, once fierce, were hollow. "Kaelthar will be here within minutes."

Seraphine's voice trembled. "He'll kill her. Or worse-take her as a trophy." Her knuckles whitened around the blanket hiding their daughter, Thalassa, whose quiet whimpers filled the silence.

A knock shattered the tension. Nymeria, the pack's silver-haired healer and their most loyal servant, slipped inside. Her hands shook as she barred the door. "The Obsidian wolves are gathering the survivors in the courtyard," she said. "Kaelthar demands all members of the Alpha's bloodline be presented... including the child."

Seraphine pressed Thalassa closer. "We can't let him find her. You know what he does to daughters of fallen Alphas."

Nymeria stepped forward, her gaze sharp. "Then we lie. Declare the child a boy. Kaelthar covets power, not sons. A male heir holds no value to him now that he's conquered us."

Alaric stiffened. "A boy? How?"

"Swaddle her in plain cloth. Say she was born sickly, with no scent to claim her as Alpha blood. I'll mix herbs to mask her true nature." Nymeria's voice hardened. "But you must act *now*. Once Kaelthar sees her face, suspicion will fade-he'll dismiss her as harmless."

Seraphine hesitated, brushing a finger over Thalassa's delicate features-too soft, too *feminine*. "What if he notices?"

"He won't." Nymeria unwound the embroidered blanket, replacing it with a frayed gray rag. "I've served your family for decades. Trust me."

Alaric gripped his mate's shoulder. "We have no choice."

Footsteps thundered in the hall. Seraphine kissed Thalassa's forehead, tears streaking her dirt-smudged face. "Her name," she whispered. "If we must lie, let it be *Thaleon*."

Nymeria nodded, tucking a vial of murky liquid into the child's wraps. "This will dull her scent. Pray it's enough."

The door exploded inward.

Kaelthar stood framed in the doorway, his obsidian-armored form blotting out the torchlight. His cold blue eyes swept the room, lingering on the bundle in Seraphine's arms. "Where is the heir?"

Alaric stepped forward, blocking his mate. "Dead. Born too weak to survive the siege."

Kaelthar's lip curled. He strode toward Seraphine, his gloved hand snapping out to yank the blanket aside. Thalassa blinked up at him, her rosebud mouth quivering.

"A boy?" Kaelthar's gaze narrowed. "He reeks of herbs."

Nymeria bowed deeply. "A sickness of the blood, my lord. The tonic is all that keeps him alive. Without it, he'll die within days... and spread plague to your pack."

For a heartbeat, silence choked the room. Then Kaelthar scoffed, releasing the child. "Pathetic. Silverfang's line ends with a mewling *worm*." He turned to leave, but paused, glancing back at Thalassa. "Though... he is oddly fair for a male."

Nymeria stepped between them. "Let me tend to him. The disease is contagious until the seventh moon. I alone know the cure."

Kaelthar's laugh was a low growl. "Keep your runt. But if he lives, he'll serve my pack as an omega-a permanent reminder of your failure."

As the conqueror stormed out, Seraphine collapsed against Alaric, her silent sobs shaking Thalassa's tiny frame. Nymeria met Alaric's stare, her resolve steel.

The lie had begun.