Alpha King’s Lost Luna by Aubrey Pepper

Chapter 251

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1 diligently stood in front of my mother’s grave solemnly, and after staring at the
ornately carved slabi to dust off the stone. This was my first visit in quite some
time, and the thick coating of grime on the ston it had been in a while. I normally
didn't allow it to get this bad, but as of late, things had been infinitely busy had a
moment alone.

As I cleaned it, I pondered the state of things and then allowed myself to consider
my mother. Ever since she died, I'a had a nightmare about her passing or
otherwise. Nor had I after I'd killed all of my siblings and most of my cousins. Not
even when I'd ended my father’s life.

I wasn’t afraid of ghosts or gods. I wasn't afraid of punishment from the Moon
Goddess for the acts I'd committed in the

past.

But last night, I had a nightmare, one that I couldn't shake. It was haunting my
thoughts and bleeding into the waking world so vividly it made me uneasy.

In my dream, I saw my mother groaning in her bed. The scent of death
permeated the air and filled my nose so much that I was practically choking on it.
She was calling out for my father, her voice strained and pitiful. The agony of it
was chilling. If it weren't for her voice, I would have thought she was already
dead. She appeared so weak, so feeble. Her skin was practically translucent,
and her eyes, once vibrant, had lost their beauty.

Though she was barely clinging to life... she was still my mother.

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Despite being the lowest among all of the king's wives, a desperate and cunning
maid who seduced the king and elevated her status to become one of his
mistresses because of her pregnancy, she delivered a prince. She made the king
a legitimate

son.

She had always said she was lucky that she was fertile. She told me that I was a
gift from the Moon Goddess, but I couldn't help but wonder if she truly believed
that idea. Was her life confined in a small room, waiting for a man who would
never visit again, better than her life as a maid?

In the dream, I walked closer to her, trying to stop her groaning. As I approached
her bedside and the stench of death grew stronger, I stifled my urge to retch and
tried to calm her down. I told her gently that Father wouldn't come. I wanted
nothing more than for her to pull herself together and stop calling out for him.
But when I caught sight of her hollow face and stared into her eyes, I realized
that the woman in bed wasn’t my mother.

It was Cassandra.

Her beautiful face, those lovely doe-like deep green eyes with their long lashes,
her full, pink lips... all weren't normal. Her face was ravaged and contorted into
anguish. Even her long, copper hair was brittle and matted. It was a horrid sight
that sent a shiver down my spine.

I tried to retreat, but she reached out and grabbed my arms. I tried to pull away,
but it was of no use. She began to curse at me. At first, she spoke some vulgar
words, and then they gave way to more specific things. She cursed me for what I
had done: the nasty things I'd done in the dungeon, the ugly face I'd worn when I
slit my father’s throat, all of the pain I'd caused since I'd become king of Yurene.
As she reminded me of these events, her words conjured up vivid images, and
they grew so intense that I couldn't think. All I could see was myself committing
these atrocities over and over again, meanwhile, Cassandra's voice continued to
call me such vile things.

Ich pam my my chest, a great pain as if my very soul was going to dissolve as it
grew stronger. It burned within me like a wildfire, and just as I became consumed
by the blaze... I woke up

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I sat up in bed and panted as I fought to catch my breath. Sweat drenched my
entire body and I gripped my sheets for comfort. Rationally, I knew that the dream
wasn’t consistent, nor had it been real, but still, I felt a great burden from it.

It had taken much of the day to ease my thoughts, but as I stood in front of my
mother’s grave, I wor had received from Anubis had caused the dream.

Anubis told me in the brief note that Roxy had been caught and that traces of him
had been discover Wegalla before he could approach the king. He asked if Roxy
should be abandoned, and that he needed because if he got caught by a
Wegalla soldier, it would be an unnecessary loss.

I'd stared at the note for quite some time, unsure of what to do.

Should Roxy be abandoned?

essage I

I thought I would be decisive without any hesitation, but that wasn’t the case. I
couldn’t make up my mind on the matter, but why? Roxy was useful but not
indispensable. So why couldn't I make a decision?

This was the very reason I kept these pawns. I cared for them as my trusted
companions to gain their trust and loyalty, and then when necessary, I would give
them up.

When the wind rippled through my hair, a thought crossed my mind.

Wasn't that exactly what I'd done to my sister, Eleanor?

My memory traced back to that awful competition in the dungeon. It was a brutal
fight. We were all too clever, too hesitant, too indecisive. We were wasting time at
first. We were all so young and stupid and thought we could change the way this
country was ruled. We had believed that if we banded together and challenged
the very idea of this bloody tradition, that they would surely yield.

But we had overestimated our willpower as well as how cunning a werewolf could
be.

So, we began to fight.

I wasn't the strongest one. I hadn't gotten the best training sessions. I was
always excluded by my siblings when they accepted fighting lessons from the
outstanding soldiers of Yurene. They loathed me for carrying a low-status
woman's blood.

All except Eleanor.

She was the firstborn child of the king, the best fighter, and the most respected
heir. She was the only one that treated me like a brother rather than a nuisance.
After their lessons with the soldiers, Eleanor would meet with me privately and
train me herself. She took care of me with great empathy and I cared for her very
much.

Everyone in this country had said that Eleanor was the true queen, the future
ruler of Yurene, and the only one of us who was worthy of the throne.

In the dungeon, when I was chased and nearly killed by one of my brothers,
Eleanor had protected me. She made a promise to me that she would take me
out of the dungeon with her and together, we would make this country a better
place.

But instead...

I glanced down my hand as if the blood was still there. Eleanor’s blood. I would
never forget the sight of it as it gushed out of her. I had used my hand to cover
her bright blue eyes as they stared at me in disbelief after I'd attacked her.

Since that moment, I haven't stopped fighting.

Id told Eleanor’s body that I had to take the crown no matter what. I had to
change the country. I would be a good king, no matter what it took

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But was I truly changing Yurene?

Or had I lost myself in this game of power long ago?

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I stood in front of the grave for a while longer and thought of Eleanor. Then, I
rose to my feet and decided upon my answer for Anubis.

“Roxy is still useful. Take her back.”

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