After my rebirth, the Alpha knelt down and begged me not to kill him anymore

The years I spent as Alpha Damon's Luna were the blackest stretch of memory I have from Blackmoon Pack. His heart was Lilith's. It had always been Lilith's. The rogue she-wolf he had carried back from the northern wastes,a girl with no bloodline, no territory, not so much as an inch of moonlight that belonged to her,had conquered the entire Pack with one trick: a pair of eyes that always seemed about to brim over, and a half-dozen tears released at exactly the right moment. My daughter died because of her. The baby came two months early. She lived half a day. Her body was too small for the moonlight to even reach. We had no name ready for her. She bled out of me, and then she was gone, and the two of us went cold together on the birthing bed. I dragged my body,still raw, still bleeding through the bandages,across the Pack grounds to confront the woman who had done it. She fell to her knees in front of the Moon Goddess's effigy and wept like a wronged saint, and she told the gathered wolves it was me who had tried to harm her. To protect her, Damon stood at the altar that night and issued an Alpha command. No one was to touch a hair on Lilith's body. By any means. For any reason. W…

Oleh Stormborne Princess