The Cursed Alpha King And His Luna

•CHAPTER 1 "It is a girl, my Alpha." The air, tense, remained still as the piercing cry of a newborn filled it. It was no use checking to see if it was the break of dawn; the ice and glaciers inhabiting Antarctica didn't do too much to tell the time constraint. The midwives stood side by side with each other, their hands trembling as they contemplated on who was to carry the baby. Before then was the Alpha King, his gaze rigid, carrying a rogue emotion. He didn't stare at the midwives, nor did he care to soften his dark eyes at the sight of his newly born. They remained fixed on the weak woman whose news remained laid on a wool bed, her legs still spread apart, blood soaking her white dress. His wife. His Luna. She could tell what the Alpha King had in mind already even without her raising her head to meet his dark stare. Her vision became obscured with tears, wondering what will become of her child. "Bring her to me," he purred, mouthing the first sentence since the moment he stepped into the room to watch the birthing process. The midwives settled for their youngest colleague and landed the baby in her arms, and the young maiden knew well to jot protest; not before the Alpha King. She stretched her arms forth, shaky. To their amazement, the Alpha King collected the baby from her, his eyes still dark but his gesture calm. Someone was supposed to drop dead, but the question on whom it will be remained unanswered as the Alpha King stared down at the baby. "Leave the room. All of you," he ordered, and the midwives scurried away, thanking the Moon Goddess for having their heads sitting on their necks for yet another day. The youngest maiden remained hesitant to leave as she watched the helpless Luna weep in pain, too weak to do something as little as raising her head. The Alpha King notices the presence of the maiden and throws her out of the room with a swift kick, the baby still in his arms. Her wails increased. As the maiden picked up what was left of herself and wiped the blood from her lip, the Alpha King closed the door. His Luna was shuddering helplessly as he approached the woolen bed she laid on. The pains of childbirth but at Luna's insides, and the morning chilly wind wasn't making things any better for her. She was too weak to wield her furs to keep her warm. The Alpha King took a seat close to her, dropping the baby ever gingerly. "What's this, Myra?" he asked softly, his hands scraping the bed stand. His class protrudes slowly from his fingers, and Myra did a slow countdown of how many seconds she had left before she gets slain by the Alpha King. "I asked for a son, and you gave me a girl?!" his voice began to rise. Myra shuddered, tears soaking her face. She clenched her baby tight like her life depended on it, fighting the will to succumb to the intense pains she was feeling. "What exactly is your usefulness?" He roared, and his grip on the bed stand shattered the frame, causing Myra to drop harshly into the jagged floor, her baby weeping even louder. "You are here for only one thing. One thing! Bear me a son!" he strikes the stone wall, and it shatters like glass, the impact reverberating. "After that one night, I ever touched you, did I?!" Myra was too scared to react. She crawled backwards, not minding the jagged pieces of rocks that dug deep into her palm. She held her baby close to her chest, her eyes too tired to cry any more. "I never touched you again. You were fed well. I gave you your space. You and everything you wanted. So why a girl?! What can I do with her? Nothing!" Another strike to the wall creates a huge hole, the morning breeze blowing in streams of ice flakes. The Alpha King's eyes got darker, dark mists circling his eyelids. It was like his younger brother, Oswald,had described it. "It's what happens when he gets angry. He becomes something … different. And when he does, he kills someone." Myra swallowed hard. It was her turn to die. "I don't know how you are going to do this, but I don't want to have anything to do with that thing you are carrying," the Alpha King purrs, his back to her. "I want a son, and if you cannot give me one, I will have your head for dinner." Two slams later, and Myra realized she was the only one in the room. The Alpha King had exited the room. Myra broke into tears, devastated by what she had feared to come. She bore a girl, and even when she used to believe otherwise, a part of her began to blame herself. Why not bear a boy? She wouldn't be going through all of this hassle. The Alpha King would have been overjoyed. It's been over nine months since the night she realized she wasn't just being courted to just any wolf, but her true fated mate. As they mated in silence, a little blanket of hope covered Myra's heart, hoping that if the Alpha King gets to recognize her as his true Luna, he would become a better person. For her. She had put up with his acts over the past months, hoping that little blanket that laid over her heart won't slide off and get it hurt. But the Alpha King was the Alpha King. Not even Oswald can bring about a change in him. As more tears streamed down her face, Myra leaned against the wall. Weak. Helpless. She stared down at her child as he consciousness slowly crept away, the blanket slowly lifting off her heart. Things were clearer. She was no longer blinded by what she had seen as hope. She knew exactly what to do, and she would strive for her child to get it done.