The Cursed Lunas Second Chance

ALEXEI'S POV.

"You'll never be alpha of Ash moon pack, you wolfless weakling," luna Mya spat the words at me with a rage I felt all the way down to my toes. Her words were laced with venom, causing me to reel backwards from the force of her hatred.

We were both in the hallway of the newly built church.

Father's corpse was barely cold in its casket yet my step-mother was already trying to find a way to rip me off of everything that father had passed over to me – everything that was rightfully mine.

Ever since my mother had died, father had hardly looked at any she-wolves. It didn't matter that they were trying to sink their claws into him. He was interested. But then, one day, when I was twelve years old, he had come home with a wolf with goddess like features.

Mya.

She was the total opposite of my mother, the late luna. She had an annoying habit of latching unto father's arm like a piece of badly chewed gum.

Father had introduced Mya to me as his chosen mate. A week later, they were mated.

At first, luna Mya had pretended to like me but over time, it became quite apparent that she favoured her daughter, Freida, over me. It didn't matter though. I barely cared that I was loathed by my step mother. In truth, the feeling was incredibly mutual.

With father dead, she finally felt comfortable enough to reveal her true colours to me.

It was why she felt emboldened enough to pull me into the hallway and try to intimidate me.

"Your father, may the moon goddess bless his soul, he made a terrible mistake naming you as the next alpha of Ash moon pack."

"Really?" I sneered at her, barely refraining myself from lashing out at her. "And why is that?"

"You must be really dumb if you truly want me to spell out to you the fact that you're weak, pathetic and wolfless."

She scoffed in indignation, pointing an accusing finger at me. "What could a worthless semi lycan like you know about running a pack?"

I pursed my lips, as I allowed her words to sink in.

Her words hurt. They were like shards of ice on my skin.

"I'm sorry I'm such a source of disappointment to you," I muttered, swallowing the lump in my throat. "Can we please not do this anymore? This is father's funeral. Insulting me and trying to covet my birthright is a slap to father's face."

"I'll talk to you whenever and however I want," luna Mya seethed, stepping closer to me. "This is your last warning girl. Rescind the title of alpha. Freida is more deserving of the title."

"Of course. She's your daughter after all," I clenched my fists, sounding bitter. "Listen to me Mya, I am not giving up my title or my inheritance. Father named me as his heir for a reason and I am going to do my best to see it through. As for being wolfless, I'll have you know that I'm working on it. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a funeral to go attend. Unlike you, I actually care about paying my final respects to the late alpha of Ash moon pack."

The last sentence came out in the form of a sneer. I stepped backwards away from her. I waited until there were at least a dozen feet between us before I turned on my heels and made my escape for the funeral hall.