DELIVERED TO THE WOLVES LIKE TRASH.BUT THE ALPHA KING FELT HER SCREAM – PART 2
Chaos exploded in the hall of Black Prey Pack.
Ragnar’s blade whistled through the air, aimed not at Cael but at Aila—the living proof that could destroy his power.
“She is mine by law!” he roared.
Ghost-like speed, Cael rose and intercepted.
His hand clamped around Ragnar’s wrist with crushing force.
The sound of bone grinding filled the hall.
“Touch her and every wolf in this territory dies tonight,” Cael snarled, his Alpha aura rolling out like thunder.
Aila stood frozen, heart hammering.
The king who had haunted her dreams was real—tall, dark-haired, with eyes like storm clouds and a presence that made even Ragnar hesitate.
Their bond pulsed between them, warm and insistent, chasing away the cold that had settled in her bones for weeks.
“Enough!” A deep voice cut through the tension.
Elder Nara stepped forward, her white braid glowing in the firelight.
“This is no longer a matter for one pack.
The mark she bears belongs to the ancient Moon Lineage.
The Council of Alphas must decide.
”
Ragnar’s face twisted with fury, but he lowered his blade.
Attacking the King Alpha outright would mean annihilation.
“Take her then,” he spat.
“But the law of delivery cannot be undone so easily.
”
Cael turned to Aila.
For the first time, someone looked at her not with pity or contempt, but with reverence and barely contained desperation.
“Will you come with me?” he asked softly, offering his hand.
“I swear on my crown that no one will force you.
”
Aila stared at his calloused palm.
Seven years of silence and suffering screamed inside her.
Yet that voice from her dreams—the one that had kept her breathing—now had a face.
She placed her trembling hand in his.
“I want the truth,” she whispered.
“All of it.
”
The journey to the Sacred Plains took three days.
Cael rode beside her, never ahead, never demanding.
At night, around the campfire, he told her stories of the old kingdoms while his elite guards kept watch.
Aila spoke little at first, still wary, but his patience chipped away at her walls.
“I felt you,” he admitted one quiet evening, voice rough with emotion.
“Every tear.
Every time they called you worthless.
It nearly broke me.
”
“Why me?” she asked, touching the silver crescent on her shoulder beneath her cloak.
Cael’s gaze softened.
“Because the Moon chooses balance.
And I have ruled with too much steel and not enough heart.
”
When they reached the Council of Alphas, the ancient stone circle buzzed with tension.
Alphas from every major pack had gathered.
Mireya and Caleb were already there, dragged by royal decree.
Ragnar arrived last, flanked by his warriors.
The trial began at midnight under a blood moon.
Caleb was called first.
“I did nothing wrong,” he lied, hand on the glowing Lunar Stone.
The stone flared black.
Gasps rippled through the gathering.
Mireya fared no better.
When asked about Aila’s mother Sara, she broke.
“She was a threat! A Moon-blooded daughter would have stolen everything from my son!”
Aila listened with tears streaming down her face as the full story unfolded.
Sara had been the last true Moon Guardian, hiding her child from those who wanted to weaponize her power.
Mireya had poisoned her and framed young Aila as a curse.
Ragnar’s turn came.
“I only accepted what was legally delivered,” he growled.
The stone pulsed ominously.
Elder Nara stepped forward.
“You sensed her power the moment she arrived.
You planned to bond her by force to strengthen your bloodline.
”
The Council erupted.
Cael stood.
“I allowed the old delivery laws to remain because I believed they kept order.
I was wrong.
Today, I abolish them.
” His voice carried across the plains.
“No wolf—alpha, beta, or omega—shall be traded like cattle without a fair hearing before neutral elders.
”
Then he turned to Aila.
“The choice is yours.
What punishment do they deserve?”
The hall fell silent.
Aila rose slowly, the silver pendant gleaming at her throat.
She looked at the three people who had destroyed her life.
“I will not become what you tried to make me,” she said, voice steady despite the tears.
“Caleb will lose his rank and work the borders as a common guard—for the rest of his days.
Mireya will serve in the Grey Mist kitchens, the same ones where she made me scrub floors.
And Ragnar…” She met the cruel Alpha’s eyes.
“Your pack will be placed under royal protection.
No more broken omegas.
No more trophies.
”
Ragnar snarled, but the Council voted in favor.
Justice, tempered with mercy, had been served.
Later that night, away from the fires, Cael found Aila standing alone beneath the ancient stones.
The bond between them hummed like a living thing.
“You could have asked for their heads,” he said gently.
Aila turned.
Moonlight silvered her dark hair.
“I spent years wishing for revenge.
But I don’t want to carry their darkness anymore.
” She stepped closer.
“I want to build something better… with you.
”
Cael’s breath caught.
He dropped to one knee again, this time pulling out a circlet of woven moonlight silver and lunar blossoms.
“Aila of the Moon Lineage, will you stand beside me—not as a rescued omega, but as my equal, my Luna, my heart?”
Tears fell freely now.
Aila touched his face, tracing the lines of worry and longing etched there.
“Yes,” she whispered.
“I choose you.”
The mating bond snapped into place with a rush of golden light.
Centuries of destined connection flooded them both—healing her scars, softening his hardened edges.
They saw each other’s memories: her lonely nights, his sleepless vigils, the moment their souls first brushed across the distance.
Months later, the Black Crown Palace celebrated.
Aila stood beside Cael on the balcony overlooking the unified territories.
No longer hidden, her crescent mark glowed softly in the moonlight.
Omegas across the packs now spoke her name with hope.
The new laws were taking root.
Cael wrapped his arms around her from behind.
“Any regrets?” he murmured against her hair.
“Only that it took so long to find you,” she replied, turning in his embrace.
Their kiss was deep, passionate, filled with every unsaid promise and every tear they had shed apart.
In the distance, a lone wolf howled—a sound of freedom, not despair.
Ghost, Cael’s loyal warhound who had led the final escort, lay at their feet, content.
Aila had been delivered to the wolves like trash.
But she rose as the Moon Queen who taught a kingdom that true strength was born in mercy, justice, and love.
And together, they ruled not through fear, but through the unbreakable bond of two souls who had found each other across pain and distance.
The End
