The Alpha and His Human Mate

The Night the Sky Roared

Warning!

This is an erotic romance novel. Parental guidance is advised.

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Long ago, the heavens roared in fury.

The rain didn’t fall gently that night, it came down in long, silver streaks, slicing through the sky like falling steel rods. The downpour crashed against rooftops with relentless force, clattered onto rocks like thrown stones, and pitted the angry sea with an unyielding rhythm. People on the streets scattered, their feet slapping against wet pavement as they rushed for cover. Umbrellas popped open in panic. Nature wasn’t whispering, it was howling.

And yet, bizarrely, the sun shone bright in the sky.

A thunderstorm raged with blinding fury, as if the clouds were being punished by a higher force. The thunder didn’t roll gently, it crashed, loud and wild, like a grand piano falling down a marble staircase, each note a jarring jolt that made the heart stutter. Lightning followed, ripping across the sky in electrifying branches, its bursts of white light slicing the horizon. The city trembled. Buildings quaked. Foundations cracked. A tornado burst forth without warning, roaring like a monster loosed from hell, tearing through the streets with violent hunger. Trees in the woods were uprooted and flung like broken twigs, the earth shuddering beneath the storm’s wrath.

But inside the Blueblood Pack Palace, there was only silence.

A heavy, suffocating silence.

The entire Alpha Clan stood frozen, eyes wide in disbelief. Guards, elders, omegas. Every one of them stood still as stone, listening to the roar outside and feeling something deeper, something ancient, stirring in their bones. Fear. Pure, instinctual fear. Not even the oldest wolves among them had ever witnessed such a thing. Many believed the world was ending.

The storm raged on for hours, then just as suddenly, it vanished.

The clouds dispersed as if chased away by an unseen force. The last droplets of rain hissed against the stone, and then nothing. Silence again. Only this time, it was broken by the light.

The moon rose, impossibly large, glowing with a blinding radiance that lit up the city like daytime. The moonlight wasn’t gentle…it was searing, sharp, unnatural. People shielded their eyes, blinking against the piercing glow.

And then came the howls.

One by one, from every direction; across rooftops, deep in the woods, echoing in alleyways and distant mountain peaks. Wolves howled as though called by the goddess herself. A chain reaction of sound, unrelenting and eerie, filling the night air. Even Alpha Conri stood stunned on the palace balcony, his chest rising and falling as he watched the sky, his eyes narrowing at the sound of the wolves.

Something had been awakened.

In the Moon Pack, far from Blueblood territory, the Luna of the pack clutched her stomach and fell to her knees. Her water had broken. Moments later, the Beta’s mate cried out, collapsing with the same symptoms.

But the most mysterious birth of all happened far away from the palace.

In a crumbling building hidden deep within the center of the city, a woman fought for her life. Her screams echoed off the walls. No midwife. No help. Just her, the pain, and a child who clawed its way into a world already bleeding.

The births happened within hours of each other.

Three cubs. All born beneath the same moon, all marked by the same storm, each one older than the next by a single hour.

Suddenly, just as quickly as the light had come, it vanished. The moon dimmed. Darkness blanketed the city so thick, it swallowed every glimmer of light. Torches failed to ignite. Lanterns flickered out. Even the stars refused to shine. It was terrifying.

Alpha Conri, already disturbed by the unnatural events, summoned the ancient shaman of the pack. He wanted answers, and fast. He would have sought the moon goddess himself, but the storm had left him weak. His body ached. His magic was drained. Worst of all—he couldn’t shift. No matter how hard he tried, his wolf form refused to emerge. Beta Kade faced the same. Both had been warriors in their prime. Now, they were helpless, human-bound.

The shaman returned after a night of prayer and communion, his face grim and painted with shadows. He bowed low before the Alpha and delivered the prophecy in a voice that trembled with dread.

“The three cubs,” the shaman said, “are not ordinary wolves." They are the chosen ones, the stormborn. They shall rise to cleanse this city of blood and sin, to put an end to the rogues who challenge the order of the Moon Goddess. But…”

He paused. The room held its breath.

“…a price must be paid.”

The Alpha's jaw clenched. “What price?”

The shaman’s voice was low. “The Goddess has declared your time is ending. Within five years, when the Luna is born, you will lose all strength. Your ability to shift will vanish completely. And when she turns five, you shall all perish. "Your lives shall be the atonement for the blood of the innocent you shed… and for the betrayal of your own kind.”

Silence. Heavy. Deadly.

Joy turned to sorrow. What should have been a day of celebration became a day of mourning. Fathers looked at their sons. Warriors clutched their weapons. Mothers wept.

The Alpha ordered the cubs to be placed under constant surveillance. No risks. No freedom. Caregivers were assigned. The palace walls were reinforced—thicker, higher, invisible from the outside. Soldiers were stationed at every gate, their orders clear: protect the cubs at all costs.

But one cub was missing.

The third.

Search parties were sent. Howls rang through the night. Scouts were dispatched beyond the pack borders. But the child vanished. It drove Alpha Conri nearly mad with frustration. He needed his Gamma. He needed the three together, growing side by side, bonding, preparing. Because only united could they stop what was coming. Only together could they prevent history from repeating itself.

The two known cubs grew fast. Too fast.

By the age of two, they could hunt small prey, something unheard of even among the strongest wolves. Their eyes were sharp, their instincts frightening. And though they had never met their third sibling, they moved like they were connected by something unseen. In a distant place, the third cub did the same....growing fast, hunting early, dreaming of wolves and storms.

Five years passed.

And on the dawn of their fifth birthday, the skies screamed again.

Thunder cracked like cannon fire. The wind screamed through the city like a chorus of wailing spirits. Trees bent under the pressure. Lightning danced across the skyline. It was exactly like the night they were born.

But this time, the pack was prepared. They were not terrified, only wary.

They knew what it meant.

The Luna was to be born.

But there was no she-wolf expecting a child, not in the Blueblood territory, not in neighboring packs, not even across the seas. None. No prophetic child. No womb to bear her. Nothing.

Panic crept in. The palace was quiet. The elders met in silence. The Alpha stood before the council, his face like stone. He didn’t speak for a long time.

Then he whispered, “Where is she?”

And so began the second search, not for a cub this time, but for a mystery. A Luna no one could find. A child whose arrival was prophesied… but whose mother did not exist.

The pack was thrown into turmoil once again. And from the shadows, the moon watched.