Chapter 24
Hidden Prophecy
Alexa
My breath catches the moment I hear those words. No, it isn’t a hesitant question thrown out by someone unsure of themselves. Mrs. Geeny’s voice carries weight and certainty, like she is stating an undeniable truth.
No one speaks. Harlow sits frozen in his chair. My jaw slackens before I finally draw in a slow breath.
“Say that again?”
“You are The Supreme Luna.” Mrs. Geeny repeats it, steady and unshaken.
I fall silent for a moment, trying to make sense of the title.
The Supreme Luna? Me?
“What… is that?” I ask, my voice low, unsure. But Mrs. Geeny just stays silent, offering no clear answer.
“How…? Why…?” I hold my breath, unable to finish the question forming in my mind.
Her grip stays tight around my hand. Her gaze softens, hope flickering in her eyes. She stands, walks over to the bookshelf, pulls out an old, worn book, and returns to sit across from me. She opens it to a page marked long ago.
“You remember this book,” she says. “An ancient heirloom passed down through my family. It holds spells and instructions for magical rituals. One of them is the prophecy of the Supreme Luna. Only those with true magical talent can read it.”
Her cheeks flush as she smiles, handing the book to me. The pages are yellowed and brittle, the scent of old paper and mold sharp in my nose. Even so, the book feels solid, bound in thick brown leather with silver knots securing its spine.
I have seen this book once before. Mrs. Geeny used it when she taught me a few spells and the basics of magic.
It explained that magic is nothing more than the manipulation of energy flow, shifting balance rather than creating something from nothing. Magical energy never disappears. It only changes form.
My stepmother put an end to my training. She convinced my father it was dangerous, and eventually even Mrs. Geeny stopped pushing against his decision.
For years, I lived as a servant in my own home, the weakest Alpha heiress who could not even refine the one gift she possessed. I learned only a handful of rituals, always in secret, continuing Mrs. Geeny’s lessons behind my father’s back.
Now the book lies open on my lap, like an invitation I never expected. My fingertips brush the page. It is blank, no ancient runes like the others, yet a faint pulse hums beneath my skin, as if something is waiting.
“What do you see?” Harlow asks quietly.
“I’m not sure,” I whisper. “She… the one who carries supreme…”
Mrs. Geeny’s voice deepens. Her eyes glow with a silvery light as her body trembles. A sudden icy wind swirls through the room.
My breath catches when a hoarse whisper overlaps with a softer woman’s voice. Even Mythril murmurs inside my head. Harlow does too.
Something forces me to speak along with them. The voice slips into my ears like the soft chime of a bell echoing across a spring night, guiding my lips.
“She… the one who bears supreme Lycan power… rival to the ruler of darkness… born of the purest silver blood… forged through six springs by an exiled hermit… bound to her one true Alpha mate… destined for the throne… standing between two fates… rising under the moon’s blessing…
or ruling beneath the pull of great darkness. ”
I gasp, snapping back into myself. Sweat soaks my temples and spine. My heart races, adrenaline flooding my veins.
“What… just happened?”
My lips tremble as dread washes over me. The same woman from my dreams flashes in my mind, standing beneath a tree, holding the full moon on her lap.
“Alexa,” Harlow whispers, awe thick in his voice. “You read it.”
“I knew you could read it,” Mrs. Geeny says, pulling me into a tight hug, her hands still clasping mine.
“Are you alright?” Harlow asks, squeezing my shoulder.
“You just recited the prophecy,” Mrs. Geeny adds, a soft chuckle slipping out.
“That wasn’t me,” I say faintly. “Wasn’t that you, Mrs. Geeny?”
They both shake their heads, insisting I was the one who spoke every word. I blink, over and over, trying to ground myself.
“Maybe the book took hold of us,” Mythril murmurs.
I look down at the book. The page is still blank. I trace the paper once more before closing it and setting it on the table.
“I told you,” Mrs. Geeny says, clasping her hands to her chest. She hugs the book to her cheek and nods as strands of her white hair slip loose. “You’re the one we’ve been waiting for. You’re the key to saving us all from the Dark Ruler.”
“What key? What am I supposed to do to stop him? I don’t know anything.” I stutter, denying it as fast as I can.
“We don’t know for sure either. No one does.” Mrs. Geeny shakes her head, a faint gleam in her gaze. “But Alpha Gabriel and I have gone through quite a few books about this prophecy. He let me dig into it as much as I could, and we’re convinced that you’re the one.”
Mrs. Geeny then pulls out a small notebook from the drawer of the nearest table. The pages are filled with her handwriting. She flips to one page, where the prophecy is written.
“Oh, great. You already wrote it down, so why did I have to read it from that ancient spell book?” I ask, frowning.
“To test you. I told you, only someone with truly great magical ability can read it. Look.” Her wrinkled finger traces each line as she explains.
“A female Lycan will bear a power as great as the Dark Ruler. Born of the purest silver blood, meaning she comes from the pure Alpha bloodline of Silver Moon. Right now, you’re the only female Lycan who is a pure Alpha heiress in Silver Moon.
Six springs means six years, and now you’ve returned in May, exactly the sixth spring since you disappeared from Silver Moon.
No one else fits all the signs like you do. ”
“Yeah. Some goons forced me to pay a debt that was never mine or my late father’s, then auctioned me off in some underground market. And no one helped me,” I say, glaring at her, silently questioning why she didn’t help me back then.
“I’m so sorry to hear that. I only found out the next morning. I tried to search for your whereabouts and reported it to Alpha Gabriel right away. He said he would take care of it. But deep down, I knew he wouldn’t succeed. And when you were gone for six years, it only confirmed everything.”
Her voice falters for a moment. “I should have done more for you, but I wasn’t allowed to interfere further.”
“He sent someone to save me, but he didn’t do more than that. Is that why he only came looking for me after six years? To see if I fit the prophecy?” I scoff. The thought alone makes my head pound. This is all starting to sound like some kind of twisted logic.
“By an exiled hermit. Does that mean Mr. Moris?” Harlow asks, cutting through where our conversation is heading.
“Who is Mr. Moris?” Mrs. Geeny asks.
“Alexa has been living and training under Mr. Moris’s supervision.
He’s known as a skilled combat trainer who helped several men rise to become Alphas, so people call him the Kingmaker.
Something happened that got him exiled from his pack, and now he lives alone as a rogue and runs his own training club. ”
“Perfect. See? That must be who the prophecy means. Now, this next part.” Mrs. Geeny points to the following line.
“Bound to her one true Alpha mate, destined for the throne. It means she is fated to be with her one true mate, and because her mate is an Alpha, she becomes a Luna. That’s why she’s called the Supreme Luna, because she will be a very special Luna with great power.”
“So that means she has to marry an Alpha first to become a Luna, and only then she can defeat the Dark Ruler? Isn’t that kind of patriarchal?” I ask.
“You know how they say it works. When you reject your mate, it’s like two magnets turned against each other.
The pull is still there, but it hurts because the energy is forced apart.
But when fated mates come together, their energy aligns, like magnets snapping into place.
The flow becomes stronger, smoother, and their power grows.
In some cases, the elders believe it can multiply many times over.
In this case, some believe the Supreme Luna’s power could become ten times greater. ”
“So… with that kind of bond, the Supreme Luna would be able to defeat the Dark Ruler?”
Mrs. Geeny falls silent, her brow furrowing deeper, adding more lines to her face. The spark in her eyes dims, and it leaves me confused. The old woman lets out a long breath.
“That’s the part we don’t know.” Her voice softens in the quiet of the house.
“Look at the next line. She will stand between two paths of fate. One path will grant her the blessing of the Moon Goddess, or she will walk alongside the Dark Ruler. But in the end, she will unite all packs under one rule, whether they follow the Moon Goddess or the Dark Ruler.”
“So… does that mean being the Supreme Luna doesn’t automatically mean we’ll defeat the Dark Ruler?”
“Even the elders were never completely certain about the prophecy. It’s more like a fading legend. But with the way the world is turning now, and the fact that you fit every part of it, I believe you’ll choose to stop the Dark Ruler.”
“Are you sure it’s me?” I ask, doubt still clinging tight.
“No one else,” she whispers.
I turn to Harlow. He nods once, firm and sure.
“This is weird,” I sigh, resignation settling in. Mrs. Geeny strokes my cheek, smiling at me without a hint of doubt.
“Now it all makes sense,” she says. “With Alpha Gabriel as your true mate, the two of you would be unstoppable. We must meet him and tell him to hold the ceremony so he can name you Luna.”
My chest tightens, breath slipping away as my thoughts collide too fast to keep up. Wait a minute. Standing before Alpha Gabriel?
“Hold on,” I say, my voice faltering. “What the hell are you talking about?”
My eyes meet Harlow’s, and in that instant, I know we are thinking the same thing. One true Alpha mate. Harlow is my potential mate, but he’s not an Alpha. Does that mean he’s not my true mate?
The thought hollows something deep inside my chest. Then why are we bound so well? Why do our paths keep crossing? Why do we dream of each other?
Harlow stares at the book in silence, his brow drawn tight. His eyes darken like polished onyx. A surge of sadness, frustration, and turmoil rolls toward me without words, an invisible wave that leaves no doubt.
He’s not happy either.
“No.” I shake my head. “That’s not me.”
“Why are you denying it?” Mrs. Geeny looks startled by my reaction.
Instead of feeling honored by the prophecy, the tight crease in my brow makes my rejection unmistakable. I rise from my chair and step back, putting distance between myself and the book.
My head keeps shaking as my hands lift, warding her off. Harlow and Mrs. Geeny both stand as well.
“No. I don’t want to be the Supreme Luna. I don’t care about any of that. I just want a quiet life, far away from Silver Moon.”
“But you can’t run from your fate. At least think about it,” Mrs. Geeny says, her voice rough and coaxing.
“No.” I cut her off. “I’m leaving this place. I’m done with prophecies and schemes that give me nothing but weight on my shoulders. I’ll meet Mr. Pascoe, sort things out with him, take what belongs to my family, pay my debt, and then I’m gone.”
My voice breaks through clenched teeth, breath hitching. Harlow and Mrs. Geeny stare at me like I’ve lost my mind. Maybe I have.
“And I’ve got more than one potential Alpha mate,” I blurt out. “So whoever that girl in the prophecy is, it isn’t me.”
Harlow’s jaw tightens. I look at him, guilt slamming into me all at once. Damn it. I never told him about Romero.
A tear gathers at the corner of my eye. Heat burns behind my eyes and spreads down my arms, squeezing tight around my heart. My hands curl into fists as I force myself to keep going.
“I’m sorry,” I say, my voice shaking. “Before we met, I found other potential mates. Not just you and Alpha Gabriel.”
“Does Alpha Alastair count?” he asks quietly.
“Yes. And Alpha Romero Blackmoore,” I admit, my face flushing hot. “But I choose you.” I quickly add.
I take a step closer, desperation leaking into my voice. “I know you’re my true mate. So please, help me get out of this. Help me leave.”
“I figured you’d feel this way,” Mrs. Geeny says softly. “I did too, when I realized you and Harlow were the only Lycan pair of your kind in this era. But you still have a duty as the Supreme Luna.”
“Please, Harlow. Take me away. Don’t listen to her.” I don’t speak the words, but I know he hears them.
He stays silent through the link, yet I feel it. Our heartbeats line up, steady and shared. His throat bobs as he swallows. He looks at Mrs. Geeny with quiet conflict, then turns back to me.
“Come on, Alexa.” As soon as he says it, he grabs his backpack.
“But the prophecy—”
“I’m sorry, Mrs. Geeny,” I cut in. “I can’t be who you want me to be. I’m not the Supreme Luna.” I meet her gray eyes, unflinching.
My heart pounds so hard it makes me dizzy. Fear creeps in, whispering that I might be making the worst mistake of my life. Still, with Harlow at my side, I’ll be alright. I refuse to let a prophecy decide everything for me, no matter how many spell books repeat it.
Prophecies only show fragments. They leave too much unknown. What I have with Harlow is real, solid, and standing right in front of me. I trust that more than faded ink on ancient pages.
I twist the doorknob, resolve locking into place. My choice is final. I will reclaim my inheritance and leave Silver Moon safely. Nothing else matters.
Our footsteps hit hard as we step outside Mrs. Geeny’s house. Then we stop.
A troop blocks the path ahead, silver-coated spears raised, forming a tight circle around us. From the center, Alpha Gabriel strides forward, eyes fixed on me.
“Take one more step and I kill him,” Alpha Gabriel says coldly, a cruel smile pulling at his lips.
“Jack?!”
The name rips out of me when I see him. Two guards force Jack to his knees, a silver dagger pressed against his throat.
“Please,” Jack gasps, sweat shining on his temples. “Help me.”