LUNA: Alpha’s Soulmate from Another World

Alkrevas entered his private office. He briefly glanced at the golden plaque shaped like the emblem of the Vasilos Empire, mounted on the wall just above his desk chair. The Vasilos Empire, a prosperous country with the best military strength, a nation he had led for decades, a superpower both feared and respected, a country within his grasp, his own.

He shook his head slightly, then continued his interrupted steps towards his desk chair before sitting down. Two imperial flags stood in two corners of the room, bookshelves lined one wall, and in the center of the room was a set of comfortable and high-quality sofas on a carpet from a country with a unique culture across the continent.

Alkrevas surveyed the entire room before leaning back in his chair. He tapped the desk with his fingers at a slow tempo, his eyes fixed on the crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling.

His solitude was interrupted by the sound of a knock on the door. Alkrevas did not respond immediately, taking a few minutes before finally granting permission. The door slowly opened, and the doorkeeper announced that the head of the tracker team-Lieutenant Pherril, had arrived.

Alkrevas nodded, and shortly after the doorkeeper left, Pherril entered in full military uniform.

Pherril Dyrus. He was a male wolf from one of the packs in the eastern region of Vasilos called the Knightblood pack.

Pherril joined the tracker team when his abilities as a great tracker were recognized by the Alpha of his pack. With recognition and recommendation from his Alpha, Pherril enlisted as a knight of Vasilos. In his third year with the imperial tracker team, he received a promotion due to his achievements in completing several missions, leading to his position as one of the lieutenants of the Royal Pack forces.

Now, he had once again delivered good results in his mission to locate a fae as the head of the team. “Pherril Dyrus of the Royal Pack forces, greeting His Majesty the Emperor, the sun and owner of the empire. May Selene always bless and protect Your Majesty.”

“May Selene always bless you,” Alkrevas responded calmly. He straightened up and clasped his hands on the desk. His dark brown eyes never left Pherril, whom he had been waiting for. “How are you, Lieutenant?”

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Alkrevas nodded in satisfaction. “I hope your journey back to Vasilos and the capital was without issues.” He then glanced at Mathias, who had arrived with Pherril, before focusing back on Pherril.

“Now, I want to hear the report from your mission.” At this, Pherril nodded and stepped closer while Mathias moved to Alkrevas’ left side, standing obediently beside the Emperor. “I hope you bring me satisfactory results.”

Pherril pulled a pouch from his military coat and placed it on the desk. Alkrevas eyed the pouch briefly before reaching for it. A magic pouch can store various items, even large ones, without capacity limits. The bag was handy for carrying many items during long journeys, formal expeditions, or storage.

Tracker teams often used the magic pouch, a breakthrough from the Magic Tower, to trace and gather evidence. Alkrevas examined the pouch before reaching inside, and magically, the empty pouch produced items. He placed each item on the desk one by one. When the bag was empty, he handed it to Mathias.

Alkrevas scrutinized the items before him carefully. “All these items were found by the tracker team at the inn. They were stored in a small hidden compartment beneath the inn’s floor.”

Alkrevas reached for a piece of clothing. He examined it closely, noting that, due to its numerous open areas and short length, it resembled more of a nightgown than an outfit for going out. To Alkrevas, it looked more like a camisole. There were also very high heels and a strange box.

“All these items have Luna’s scent so strongly,” Alkrevas frowned. Honestly, he didn’t like it when others referred to his soulmate as ‘Luna,’ but he couldn’t blame them for using the term, as it was the name given to the soulmate of an Alpha.

“We searched elsewhere, but there was nothing more. We only found these three items.”

“What about the Fae you were tracking?”

“Its presence at the inn was brief-perhaps only a few minutes because the scent isn’t powerful,” Pherril answered thoughtfully.

“Further investigation shows that the Fae came to meet someone,” Mathias added to Pherril’s report. “And that person is a wizard.”

“Yes, there was a date the black magic activity was detected inn.” Alkrevas listened intently. His eyes stared blankly into the distance, processing all the information he received.

Pherril glanced at Mathias and then nodded, continuing, “Besides the black magic activity, there were also signs of teleportation portal use-”

“What about the search in Mylonas?” Alkrevas interrupted coldly.

He did not need the report he had already heard; he needed information he had yet to receive. “Are there any new developments?”

“At the moment, we are still tracking it. The Fae’s scent is powerful in the city center of Mylonas. Before coming to see you, I received a report from my subordinates. It seems there is suspicious activity in the Swricke district related to black magic. We are trying to determine whether this activity is connected to the Fae.” Alkrevas’s dark brown eyes fixed on Pherril.

The Swricke district was located in the southern part of Mylonas, the most distant district from the imperial palace, known as a dark or red-light district, where illegal activities were centered.

From prostitution, black markets, slave trading, and illicit auctions to drug trafficking, everything occurred in that district. Only some people could enter or exit this district. If the activity was related to the Fae he was hunting, he could not underestimate his quarry. For someone who had never set foot in Vasilos, let alone Mylonas, the Fae was quite bold to enter such a district.

Alkrevas did not respond. He could contact the head of the trading guild, and the information managed confidentially if he wanted information related to the Swricke district. “Do you know if the Fae was trying to meet my soulmate when we returned to the palace?”

“What?” Mathias murmured incredulously.

“I left Luna for a few minutes, and when I returned, I detected the Fae’s scent around my soulmate. All my suspicions were confirmed when I read Luna’s thoughts.”

Pherril nodded. “That means the Fae we’re looking for is closer than we thought.”

With a nod, Alkrevas gave his final order and permitted Pherril to return to his duties. Once Pherril had left, Alkrevas looked at the items on his desk. He reached out, took Luna’s clothing, and inhaled the strong scent of Luna that clung to the fabric. “Has Markus arrived in Mylonas?”

“Yes, the capital’s border guards reported that Duke Veniam has headed to the imperial palace. He should arrive in a few minutes,” Mathias replied. Alkrevas nodded in understanding. “In that case, I will excuse myself to check the palace security.”

“Have the delegates arrived?”

“Yes, Beta Savon and Sigmund are welcoming them.”

Alkrevas leaned back. “Very well, you may go,” Alkrevas murmured. Mathias then bowed, turned, and walked out of the room.

When the door was securely closed, and Alkrevas was alone again, his dark brown eyes turned red like a ruby, indicating the anger he had been holding back. He looked back at Luna’s belongings and stood up.

“Fritz.” Instantly, a man in a black cloak, with a black face cover revealing only his eyes, a black hood, and a long, fearsome sword hanging at his side, emerged from the darkness.

The man named ‘Fritz’ was the leader of The Shadow, the Emperor’s elite intelligence force. Fritz knelt on one knee in front of Alkrevas and lowered his head. “You know what to do.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.” With the swiftness of the wind, Fritz vanished once more. Alkrevas sighed softly, placing the box he had found into his coat pocket, and then put the other two items into his desk drawer. After that, he walked out of the room to prepare himself.

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After several hours of preparation, Luna was finally ready. She felt like a doll for the servants at this point. Every dress prepared for her had to be tried on, along with shoes and accessories. When she finished her makeup, Luna was exhausted and unable to stand from the dressing chair.

All the servants stepped back, gazing at Luna with hopeful eyes, wishing for praise for their hard work in making her look beautiful. Honestly, this wasn’t Luna’s first time in such a position.

When preparing for a Gala, Luna would spend hours at the salon getting dressed, trying on many dresses, and so on. However, what made her tired was that, unlike modern dresses, the gowns in this world were more like European ball gowns from the past with many layers. not to mention the constrictive bustiers or corsets. Despite that, Luna felt a sense of satisfaction each time she saw her reflection in the mirror.

The makeup used differed from what she was used to, but it successfully made her look even more beautiful. Her hair, partly loose and adorned with pearl pins, gave a stunning illusion like a starry night sky. Around her neck and ears, she wore gemstone necklaces and earrings to complete the look.

Luna forced herself to stand and positioned herself in front of the large mirror. She turned around and examined the dress she was wearing carefully. “What do you think, Luna?”

A smile spread across Luna’s face. “It’s so beautiful.”

Luna’s ball gown was more luxurious than anything she had seen before entering this world. The entire gown was made from a soft material-one Luna had never encountered before-colored navy blue mixed with white, with the waist adorned with delicate and beautiful gold flower appliques. A navy blue sash extended from her left shoulder to her right waist, embellished with a blue-gold ribbon brooch set with blue gemstones.

Luna gazed at her reflection in the mirror and turned to her servants, who looked at her thoughtfully. “Thank you. I love it. You all did an amazing job. This is the first time I’ve looked this beautiful.”

All the servants immediately bowed and answered Luna with heartfelt replies. Luna looked back at her reflection. At that moment, she heard the door guard announce Alkrevas’s arrival. Shortly after, the door opened, and Alkrevas appeared before everyone, looking stunning. He wore a navy coat, waistcoat, and half-cape with gold detailing-the color perfectly matching Luna’s gown. A blue gemstone brooch was pinned to his cravat, and his hair was styled back, making him look even more handsome.

Alkrevas walked into the room and paused. For a moment, he’s an entire appearance from head to toe before focusing on her eyes. He then continued his steps and stopped in front of Luna. One hand reached up, gently brushing Luna’s cheek, and he murmured, “Until now, I didn’t know if angels existed, but seeing you, I’m now sure that angels are real. Evident in the woman standing before me.”

Luna’s cheeks, flushed from the makeup, instantly turned even redder. She quickly turned away and reached for a fan that matched her dress from one of the servants. “Why? Don’t you know how beautiful you are, little mate?”

Luna turned back to Alkrevas and folded her arms over her chest. “I’m curious how many women you’ve charmed with your sweet words.”

Alkrevas extended his hand, took Luna’s hand, and softly kissed its back. “None. Only you.” Then Alkrevas wrapped Luna’s hand around his arm. “Shall we go now? I’m sure many people are curious about you.”

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