HEARTS OF DIVINE RUIN (The MoonGoddess and The AlphaKing)

Alex stood with his arms crossed in the clearing, his sharp grey eyes fixed on Luna as if he were studying a riddle he couldn't solve. The guards had dispersed on his order, leaving only the two of them in the tense silence.
"Stay here," he said suddenly, his voice low but commanding.
Luna arched a brow, clearly amused. "You're ordering me to stay now?" she teased softly, though her tone held a strange gentleness.
"I'm not ordering you," Alex snapped, then ran a hand through his hair in frustration. He exhaled sharply, his next words coming slower. "I'm asking you to stay. Just... for a few days."
Luna tilted her head, ocean-grey eyes holding his gaze. "And why is that?"
Alex looked away, the words hard to say out loud. "I don't know," he admitted. "There's something about you. Something I can't place. It feels like I know you... or that I should know you. But I can't remember." His jaw tightened. "Did someone erase my memories? Or everyone's? What are you?"
Luna's smile faltered, a flicker of sadness passing through her eyes. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you."
"Try me."
For a moment, they stood in silence, the wind brushing through the trees around them. Luna finally nodded, her gaze soft. "Alright, Alpha King," she said lightly, though her tone betrayed a deeper sorrow. "I'll stay. But only for a few days."
The day passed in a blur of confusion and stolen glances. Luna was led into the palace, and though the pack members couldn't keep their eyes off her, no one dared to speak openly. There was something strange, unexplainable about her presence—an aura of beauty and mystery that no one could resist, even as it unsettled them.
Alex kept his distance, though his thoughts never strayed far from her. Every time he looked at her, his chest ached, as though he'd forgotten something important—something that lay just beyond the reach of his mind.
At dinner, Luna ate quietly, her movements graceful as ever, while Alex found himself distracted. His gaze lingered on her silver strands that fell loosely from her high bun, the way her ocean-grey eyes seemed to see right through him. He hated it. Hated how he couldn't look away.
When night fell, he ordered the guards to show her to the guest room. "Make sure she's comfortable," he said, almost gruffly, not daring to look her way.
Luna followed the guards without complaint, though before leaving, she turned to Alex. "Goodnight, Alpha King," she said softly, the weight of her words lingering long after she had disappeared down the hall.
Later That Night
Alex lay on his massive bed, staring at the ceiling. The moonlight filtered through the tall windows, casting silver streaks across the room. Sleep evaded him completely.
Every time he closed his eyes, she was there—Luna. Her smile. Her voice. Those stormy grey eyes that seemed to call to him from somewhere deep inside. He groaned, turning onto his side, punching his pillow with unnecessary force.
"Who are you?" he whispered to the empty room, his voice barely audible.
For hours, Alex tossed and turned. His chest felt tight, his thoughts spiraling. Why did he feel this way? Why did it feel like his soul knew her? He wanted answers, but all he got were endless questions.
Finally, he threw the covers off in frustration and sat up, running a hand through his hair. The room was silent except for the faint rustle of the wind outside. Something pulled at his senses—an instinct that made his heart race. He turned his head toward the window.
And froze.
There, sitting on the edge of the window sill, was Luna. Her back faced him, her silver strands glowing under the moonlight. She looked so still, so quiet, yet so utterly fragile. One push, one slip, and she would fall into the darkness below.
"Luna!" Alex's voice was sharp, his heart leaping into his throat. He scrambled off the bed and rushed toward her.
At the sound of his voice, Luna turned her head slightly, her expression soft and almost mischievous. "You're awake," she said lightly, as though this were the most normal thing in the world.
"What the hell are you doing?!" Alex barked, his voice thick with anger and panic. He grabbed her arm and yanked her back into the room, away from the ledge. "Do you have any idea what could have happened? Are you insane?"
Her smile remained calm as she gazed at him. "I wasn't going to fall, you know."
Alex's jaw clenched, his hand still wrapped tightly around her wrist. "That's not the point!" he snapped. "You—" He cut himself off, realizing the pressure of his grip. Luna's expression shifted, her eyes dropping meaningfully to his hand.
"Did the erasure of your memories erase your calmness and gentleness, too?" she asked quietly, her voice soft but pointed.
Alex blinked, her words slicing through him like a knife. He followed her gaze and saw the red marks forming on her pale skin where his fingers gripped her. His anger melted instantly, replaced by guilt that struck him like a blow to the chest.
He loosened his grip, slowly letting go of her arm, his hands trembling slightly. "I—" he began, his voice low, but he couldn't finish the sentence.
Luna held her wrist gently, rubbing it absently, though her gaze remained kind. "It's alright," she said softly, her voice carrying no malice or anger. "You didn't mean to."
Alex looked away, shame burning in his chest. "I... I'm sorry,but wait -" he said gruffly, his voice barely more than a whisper. "what do you mean by erasure of my memory ?"
Luna tilted her head, her expression unreadable as she looked at him. "Sometimes," she said softly, "our instincts speak louder than we do and some answers are best understood if found by our ownself. "
Her words hung in the air, sinking into Alex in ways he couldn't explain. He didn't know what she was talking about ? but if its his memories he will get it by himself rather than believe a complete mysterious stranger , why her presence unsettled him and soothed him at the same time. But as he looked at her—at the marks he'd left on her arm—he felt something deep and unshakable stir within him.
"I won't let it happen again," he said firmly, meeting her gaze.
Luna smiled faintly, her stormy eyes soft. "We'll see, Alpha King," she replied before turning toward the window once more.
Alex, however, didn't let her return to the ledge. He stepped closer, his voice low and strained. "You're staying here. On the floor. Or anywhere but that damn window."
Luna chuckled softly but didn't argue. "As you wish."
Alex returned to his bed, though his back remained stiff, his senses heightened as he kept an eye on her. Even when he finally lay down, he couldn't tear his gaze away from her figure by the moonlight.
Luna once gain sat perched on the edge of the window again , moonlight painting her silver hair in a soft, ethereal glow. She watched Alex as he lay in his bed, his breathing slow, though far from restful. His face, even in sleep, looked troubled—his brows furrowed as if wrestling with thoughts he couldn't control.
Her stormy grey eyes softened as she looked at him, a smile faintly curving her lips. "You look calmer with your eyes shut," she whispered, tilting her head as though pondering some long-forgotten secret. Her voice held no malice, only a quiet fondness.
Luna stood slowly, her bare feet silent on the stone-cold floor as she approached his bed. "Do you mind if I look around ?" she asked softly. When no response came, she chuckled to herself. "Well, if you don't answer, I'll take it as a yes."
Again, silence. Her lips curved up mischievously.
She glanced around the room—its dark, spartan luxury reflecting the man who owned it—before turning back to him. Standing at the edge of the bed, she leaned forward slightly, her voice low and teasing. "Do you mind if I sleep with you?"
Alex's eyes shot open, his grey irises sharp and startled as they locked onto her. Disbelief flickered across his face, followed quickly by a mix of confusion and exasperation. "What?" he rasped, as though unsure he heard her right.
Luna chuckled softly, the sound light and musical in the quiet room. "I promise," she said, raising a hand as if swearing an oath, "I only meant sleeping—nothing else."
Before he could process her words, she slipped beside him under the covers with a grace that made it seem entirely natural. Alex lay stiff as stone, his body rigid and unresponsive. His heart hammered against his ribs as though trying to break free.
"What are you—" he started to protest, but Luna cut him off.
"Relax, Alpha King," she whispered with a smirk. Snaking her arms around him, she rested her head gently on his shoulder. "You can breathe now."
Alex held his breath, his thoughts spinning out of control. Her warmth pressed against his side, soft and unyielding, and it was driving him mad. He wanted her—needed her—but he didn't know why. Every instinct in him screamed to protect her, to pull her closer. And yet, a darker part of him warned that he shouldn't. That he couldn't.
Who was she? Why did she feel like a part of him he'd lost?
"What memories were you talking about ? and who erased my memories ?" Alex muttered through gritted teeth, though the edge of his anger had softened.
Luna didn't respond. She simply sighed softly, the sound gentle, content. Alex glanced at her, her face peaceful now as though all the chaos in the world couldn't touch her here.
He exhaled a shaky breath and let his body relax, though his mind remained in turmoil. His heart raced as he closed his eyes, the scent of her—of moonlight and rain—wrapping around him like a curse he couldn't escape.
Alex's Dreams
Sleep took him slowly, gently pulling him under, though his mind refused to be quiet.
The first thing he heard was her voice.
"Alpha King Alexander Valencia Anderson, do you not remember me? We have met twice... and you know, third time's a charm!"
The words echoed through his mind like a haunting melody, tugging at something deep within him.
Suddenly, another image flickered before him—himself walking along a dirt path, Luna trailing behind him, her steps light but purposeful.
"How long do you intend to follow me?" he heard himself ask, his voice laced with irritation.
"As long as it takes for you to notice me," she replied, her voice filled with quiet stubbornness.
The dream shifted, a haze pulling the scene away.
He was standing in a hotel room now. Luna lay on a bed, her body frail and hooked up to human medical drips. An old doctor muttered something he couldn't hear. Alex's chest ached as he murmured to himself, "Once more... I might start hating hospitals."
The dream twisted again.
He was seated at a small table, sunlight filtering in through the windows. Luna sat across from him, laughing, her silver hair cascading over her shoulder.
"And for my wife," he heard himself say with a smirk, "make it bacon with scrambled eggs and coffee—more milk, less coffee."
They were happy. They were together.
The dream fractured.
He was sitting in a car, watching Luna sleep in the passenger seat. Her face was serene, and yet he couldn't look at her without his heart twisting painfully. "I cannot fall for her," he whispered to himself. "We have to part ways."
The scenes sped up. Fragments of memories, distorted and fleeting.
Lips crashing together. Her voice whispering desperately, "Distract me... my brain is killing me."
Then darkness.

His accusation held high "where were you when your people begged you to save them ?"

Alex on his knees, a dagger in his trembling hand as he offered it to her. "Punish me," he pleaded. "I'm sorry."
A palace with demonic carvings. He was carrying her over his shoulder, tossing her onto an ancient bed. Her silver eyes burned into him as he hovered above her. "How can you make me fall in love with you if dying was your plan?"
An amusement park. Laughter. Promises of forever. A kiss sealing it.
Then the darkness shifted violently.
A room—this room. Luna stood before him, looking exhausted and broken. "I'm tired," she said softly. Her words shattered something inside him. He looked at her, helpless, lifeless, unable to fix what had been broken.
His confession - "I love you , Luna" weighed in the air with no response from her.
The dream twisted into a nightmare.
A man cloaked in a sinister, demonic aura attacked him. Alex fought, but he was losing. The next moment, he was trapped in darkness, caged and unable to move. His body was no longer his. His hands—his own hands—were hurting his people. Hurting her.
"Stop!" he screamed. But his voice went unheard.
Luna saved him, but he could feel his body crumbling. He knew the injuries inflicted on his body will not heal and will only weigh him down and soon he will fall so he summoned his last strength, shielding his people, before falling. Her cries rang in his ears as everything faded to black.
The final scene appeared.
He stood before massive doors—Hell doors. They loomed over him, carved with grotesque faces and twisted souls, their screams echoing into eternity. Sinister souls were pulled toward the doors, but no matter how much Alex tried to push through, he couldn't.
A figure stood in the middle of it all, tall and powerful, radiating an ancient darkness. "You can return," the figure said, his voice like thunder, "but everything is a lil bit of give and take so you must give up something you cherish the most."
Alex's mind raced. Give up something I cherish?
His thoughts wandered to Luna. Her face appeared clearly in his mind, and suddenly his eyes widened in shock. What does this mean?
Before he could get answers, the dream shattered.
Morning
Alex's eyes flew open. His breathing was ragged, his body covered in sweat. For a moment, he didn't know where he was, his chest heaving as the weight of the dream pressed down on him.
Then he felt it—the soft warmth beside him.
Luna lay curled up, her arms still lightly resting around him, her silver hair falling across his chest. Her breathing was soft and steady, her face peaceful.
Alex stared at her, his heart hammering in his chest. The dream lingered at the edges of his mind, fragmented but undeniably real.
"Who are you, Luna?" he thought desperately, his gaze lingering on her sleeping form.