Married To The Enemy Alpha For My Revenge

Saphina's Pov

"Some memories fade with time. Mine only became sharper. Every laugh, every smile, every promise made beneath the moon still lives inside me... because that was the last night I ever had a family."

I was ten years old when I learned that peace could disappear in a single heartbeat.

Before that night, my world had been perfect.

I was the daughter of Alpha Lucian Vale and Luna Elara Vale, rulers of the Silver Moon Pack—the strongest and most respected pack in the Eastern Kingdom. Our territory stretched across endless pine forests, sparkling rivers, and towering mountains kissed by the moonlight. Wolves from distant packs admired our unity, while our enemies feared my father's strength and wisdom.

To everyone else, I was the future heir of Silver Moon.

But to my parents...

I was simply their little moon.

The Harvest Moon Festival was my favorite night of the year.

Every wolf, young and old, gathered in the center of the pack to celebrate another year of peace and prosperity. The streets were decorated with silver lanterns that swayed gently in the cool autumn breeze. Long wooden tables overflowed with roasted venison, fresh bread, honey cakes, berries, and steaming bowls of stew. Musicians filled the night with joyful melodies while children chased one another around the great bonfire, their laughter echoing through the village.

The entire pack felt alive.

Happy.

Safe.

I darted through the crowd, giggling as I stole a honey cake from one of the tables.

"Princess!" one of the warriors shouted, pretending to chase me. "Come back here! That's my dessert!"

I laughed so hard my stomach hurt.

"You should've guarded it better!"

The warriors around him burst into laughter.

"She's just like the Alpha."

"No," another teased. "She's worse."

I stuck my tongue out at them before taking another bite.

Just then, strong arms scooped me off the ground.

I squealed.

"I caught the little thief."

I didn't even have to look.

"Dad!"

My father laughed, his deep voice carrying over the music. He spun me around once before setting me on his shoulders.

From up there, I could see the entire celebration.

The bonfire blazed brightly.

Children danced in circles.

Warriors competed in friendly wrestling matches while the elders cheered them on.

Everything looked magical beneath the full moon.

"You've grown heavier," my father teased.

I gasped dramatically.

"I have not!"

"Oh?"

He pretended to struggle.

"I think someone has eaten too many honey cakes."

I crossed my arms.

"It was only three."

He raised an eyebrow.

"Three?"

"...Maybe four."

He laughed so loudly that several nearby wolves turned to smile at us.

That was my father.

He wasn't just the strongest Alpha in the kingdom.

He was the kind of leader who remembered every pup's birthday, helped rebuild homes after storms, and never considered himself above anyone else.

Our pack loved him because he loved them first.

"You two are impossible."

My mother appeared beside us, shaking her head with an affectionate smile.

Luna Elara was breathtaking.

Her silver hair flowed over her shoulders like moonlight itself, and her bright blue eyes carried a warmth that made everyone feel safe. She ruled beside my father with grace, but every warrior knew she was just as fierce in battle as she was gentle with her people.

Dad grinned.

"Our daughter is framing me."

"I heard that," I protested.

Mother laughed and reached up to smooth my hair.

"You've got frosting all over your face."

"I do?"

Before I could wipe it away, she gently brushed it from my cheek.

"There."

Dad looked at me thoughtfully.

"You know..."

"What?"

"I think we'll have to start your warrior training more seriously."

Mother folded her arms.

"Lucian."

"What? She's almost eleven."

"I'm ten."

"Exactly."

Mother sighed.

"She's still a child."

"A future Luna can't stay a child forever."

I puffed out my chest proudly.

"I want to train!"

Mother looked between us before smiling helplessly.

"I'm clearly outnumbered."

Dad winked at me.

"Always."

I hugged him tightly from where I sat on his shoulders.

"I'll become the strongest Luna ever."

He reached up and squeezed my hand.

"I don't want you to become the strongest."

I frowned.

"You don't?"

He gently lowered me to the ground until we stood face to face.

His large hands rested on my shoulders.

"I want you to become the kindest."

I blinked.

"The strongest Luna can win battles," he said softly.

"But the kindest Luna wins hearts."

Mother smiled proudly.

"That's why your father is loved by every wolf in this pack."

I looked around.

She was right.

Every wolf who passed bowed respectfully, but their smiles weren't forced.

They genuinely loved my parents.

One day...

I wanted to be just like them.

A loud cheer erupted nearby as two young warriors finished a sparring match.

Dad chuckled.

"Come on."

He offered me his hand.

"Let's see if our future Luna can beat me with a wooden sword."

My eyes lit up.

"Really?"

Mother laughed.

"Be gentle."

"No promises."

Minutes later, we stood in the training circle surrounded by cheering pack members.

A warrior handed me a wooden practice sword almost as tall as I was.

Dad picked up another.

He crouched slightly, pretending to look nervous.

"Oh no."

He sighed dramatically.

"I've made a terrible mistake."

The crowd laughed.

I pointed my sword at him.

"You should surrender now."

"And lose in front of my entire pack?"

He shook his head.

"My reputation would never recover."

Everyone burst into laughter.

Then—

A horn echoed from the eastern watchtower.

Once.

Low.

Deep.

Almost drowned out by the celebration.

Dad's smile disappeared.

So did Mother's.

It happened so quickly that most of the pack didn't notice.

But I did.

Because my father never stopped smiling during festivals.

Never.

His eyes lifted toward the eastern forest.

Far beyond the lanterns.

Far beyond the celebration.

Someone was standing among the trees.

A lone figure wrapped in a black cloak.

Watching us.

Watching...

Me.

A chill crept down my spine.

Before I could point the stranger out, the figure slowly turned and disappeared into the darkness as though they had never been there.

I looked back at my father.

His jaw had tightened.

For the first time that night...

I saw fear in the eyes of the strongest Alpha I had ever known.

My father's smile returned almost instantly.

If I hadn't been watching him so closely, I would have believed nothing had happened.

He twirled the wooden sword in his hand and pointed it at me.

"Well, Future Luna," he said with a playful grin, "are you going to defeat me, or were you planning to scare me to death by standing there?"

The wolves surrounding us laughed.

I forced myself to smile, but my eyes drifted back toward the forest.

The hooded figure was gone.

Completely gone.

Had I imagined it?

"Seraphina?"

My mother's gentle voice pulled me back.

I looked at her.

Her smile was warm, but I noticed the way she kept glancing toward my father.

She had noticed something too.

I nodded and raised my practice sword.

"Ready!"

"Then come at me!"

With an excited squeal, I charged.

Father exaggerated every movement, pretending I was much stronger than I really was. Every time our wooden swords collided, he stumbled backward dramatically.

"Oh!" he cried. "She's too powerful!"

The crowd erupted into laughter.

"I think the Alpha is losing!"

"He should surrender while he still can!"

Even Mother covered her mouth to hide her laughter.

I swung my sword again.

Father blocked it before deliberately spinning in a circle and falling onto one knee.

"Oh no..."

He sighed dramatically.

"I've been defeated."

I planted my tiny wooden sword on his shoulder.

"I win!"

"You certainly do."

He smiled proudly before lifting me high into the air.

"My daughter wins."

The wolves around us applauded.

Some chanted my name.

Others raised their mugs in celebration.

For that brief moment...

Life was perfect.

If only I had known it was the last perfect moment I would ever have.

As the moon climbed higher into the sky, the festival slowly came to an end.

Families returned to their homes.

The musicians packed away their instruments.

Children, exhausted from running around all evening, fell asleep in their parents' arms.

A cool breeze drifted through the village, carrying the scent of pine trees and distant rain.

Mother held my hand as we walked back toward the Alpha Manor.

Our home stood on the highest hill overlooking the entire pack.

It wasn't the largest building.

Father never believed an Alpha should live above his people.

Instead, the manor was built with warm stone walls, wide balconies covered in climbing vines, and windows that glowed softly beneath the moonlight.

It had always felt like home.

Inside, servants bowed respectfully before disappearing for the night.

Father removed his ceremonial Alpha cloak and placed it over a chair.

Mother knelt beside me.

"You must be tired."

I shook my head.

"I'm not."

She smiled knowingly.

"That's because you're trying very hard not to yawn."

"I am not."

Almost immediately, a huge yawn escaped my mouth.

Father burst into laughter.

"I believe your mother has won this battle."

I pouted.

"Only this one."

He ruffled my hair.

"I'll take the victory."

Mother helped me change into my nightdress before tucking me into bed.

She kissed my forehead gently.

"Sleep well, my little moon."

I smiled sleepily.

"Goodnight, Mama."

Father walked over and sat beside me.

For a long moment, he simply looked at me.

Almost as if he were trying to memorize my face.

"Dad?"

He smiled softly.

"Yes?"

"Will I really become powerful Luna one day?"

His expression grew thoughtful.

"If the Moon Goddess wills it."

"What if I'm not strong enough?"

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small silver pendant.

It was shaped like a crescent moon with a glowing blue stone at its center.

I'd never seen it before.

"What is it?"

He placed it gently in my hand.

"This has belonged to our family for generations."

"It will belong to you one day."

The stone shimmered faintly beneath the moonlight.

"It's beautiful."

"It is more than beautiful."

His voice became unusually serious.

"No matter what happens..."

He closed my fingers around it.

"Never lose this pendant."

I frowned.

"Why?"

He looked toward Mother.

Their eyes met for a brief moment.

Something silent passed between them.

Then he looked back at me.

"Because one day..."

His voice softened.

"It will help you uncover the truth."

"The truth about what?"

Before he could answer—

A loud knock echoed through the manor.

Three rapid knocks.

Urgent.

Father immediately stood.

The warmth disappeared from his face.

A moment later, Beta Rowan entered the room without waiting for permission.

His breathing was uneven.

"Alpha..."

Father didn't speak.

He simply waited.

"The eastern border patrol hasn't reported back."

Mother's face paled.

"How long?"

"Nearly an hour."

Silence.

Father walked toward the window overlooking the pack.

The celebration fires were almost out.

Everything appeared peaceful.

Too peaceful.

"What do you think?" Mother asked quietly.

Father didn't answer immediately.

Finally, he spoke.

"Double the guards."

"Send another patrol."

"And wake every warrior."

Beta Rowan nodded.

"At once."

He turned to leave—

But stopped.

A distant horn echoed through the valley.

Once.

Then again.

Then a third time.

Unlike the festival horn...

This one carried terror.

Beta Rowan's face drained of color.

"No..."

Another horn answered.

Then another.

And another.

Suddenly—

A deafening explosion shook the Alpha Manor.

The walls trembled violently.

Glass shattered across the room.

Outside...

Screams filled the night.

Mother rushed to the window.

"Oh, Moon Goddess..."

My heart pounded.

The peaceful village below had become chaos.

Flames rose into the night sky.

Homes burned.

Warriors raced through the streets.

Children cried for their parents.

Black-cloaked wolves poured through the eastern gates like shadows.

Fire arrows rained from the sky.

The Harvest Moon Festival...

Had become a battlefield.

Father drew the massive sword hanging on the wall.

The sound of steel leaving its sheath echoed through the room.

His Alpha aura exploded.

The entire manor seemed to shake beneath its power.

"Elara."

Mother looked at him.

They didn't need words.

They both understood.

This wasn't a raid.

This was an invasion.

And whoever planned it...

Knew exactly when Silver Moon would be celebrating.

Someone had betrayed them.

Father turned toward me.

His eyes were calm.

But I could see the sorrow hidden behind them.

He knelt before me, placing both hands on my shoulders.

"Seraphina..."

I had never heard him say my name with such sadness.

"You are going to be very brave for me."

Fear tightened around my chest.

"Dad..."

He took the silver pendant from my hand and fastened it securely around my neck.

"Never take this off."

Mother opened a hidden panel behind the fireplace.

A narrow stone staircase disappeared into darkness beneath the manor.

I stared at it in confusion.

"What is that?"

Father stood.

"Our only hope."

Outside—

A terrifying roar echoed across the village.

Then came a voice.

Cold.

Powerful.

Merciless.

"Kill Alpha Lucian!"

Another voice answered from somewhere in the darkness.

"And the Luna?"

The first voice laughed.

"Kill them both..."

A chilling pause followed.

Then came the order that would haunt me for the rest of my life.

"But bring the Alpha's daughter to me alive."

My blood ran cold.

Why...

Why did they want me?

Mother pulled me toward the secret passage, tears streaming silently down her face.

Father lifted his sword and turned toward the manor doors.

The enemy had already reached the entrance.

The first heavy blow echoed through the house.

Then another.

The doors began to splinter.

Father looked back at me one last time.

"I love you, my little moon."

The doors burst inward.

Dark figures flooded into the manor.

And my mother pushed me into the darkness.