An Alpha's Forbidden Mate-Chapter 23: BACK FROM THE DEAD
Chapter TWENTY-THREE
The hospital morgue was silent.
Luna lay inside one of the frozen metal drawers where the dead were kept. No staff. No footsteps. No sound.
Then—
Her eyes snapped open.
They were no longer human—dark as the void itself.
The temperature in the room plummeted. The lights flickered, then died. Darkness swallowed the morgue as objects began to float, freed from gravity itself.
The metal drawer shattered—without a sound.
Luna’s body rose into the air, her arms spread wide. Her skin was deathly gray, stiff and cold, but slowly—very slowly—color began to return, as if the air itself was feeding life back into her flesh.
She descended gently, bare feet touching the floor.
Her eyes shifted back to their deep brown hue.
The dark aura scattered like mist blown away by the wind.
Luna inhaled.
Her gaze wasn’t filled with rage.
It was worse.
Wrath.
A wicked smile curved her lips.
"I’m back from the dead, Klaus."
She glanced around the morgue. "Looks like I’ve been kept here for a while. If my body goes missing now, Klaus will definitely notice something’s wrong."
The floating objects crashed back to the floor all at once.
Luna frowned slightly. "Guess my body still hasn’t adapted to my powers yet."
Voices echoed from outside the room.
"What was that noise?"
"I don’t know. Go check it out before the ward rounds start."
"I’ll be right back."
The door creaked open.
A nurse stepped inside—and froze.
Her eyes widened as she opened her mouth to scream.
She never got the chance.
Luna moved.
In a blink, she was in front of her, fingers wrapped around the nurse’s throat. Luna tilted her head, examining her calmly.
"Thanks for the help."
The nurse looked confused.
Then Luna snapped her neck like it was a twig.
The body crumpled to the floor.
Luna stared at the corpse, unbothered.
"If I think about it," she murmured, "this is the first time I’ve killed a human... yet I feel nothing."
She smiled faintly. "So the Wolfmort Tree really did take my emotions. Without them... I’m finally free of their shackles."
Her eyes drifted to the nurse’s body.
"If I remember correctly," Luna said slowly, "the Wolfmort Tree granted me the ability to shapeshift anything."
Her smile widened.
She placed a hand on the corpse. The nurse’s body began to convulse as cells rearranged themselves. Flesh shifted. Bones restructured.
Moments later—
Another Luna lay on the floor.
"I’m going to need this," she said.
She removed the nurse’s clothes and picked up her ID badge.
Kate.
"Sorry, Kate."
Luna slipped into the uniform, her body shrinking and reshaping until she perfectly matched the nurse—slim build, brown skin, Mexican features. Even her voice changed.
She snapped her fingers.
The morgue warped as if time itself rewound. Everything returned to its original state. Luna levitated Kate’s body, placed it gently back inside the drawer, and slid it shut.
Then she walked out like nothing had happened.
Near the exit, a voice called out.
"Hey! Stop there!"
Luna turned calmly.
A doctor frowned at her. "Aren’t you supposed to be present for the ward round?"
"Yes, sir," Luna replied, sounding exactly like Kate. "It’s an emergency. I’ll be right back."
The doctor waved her off.
Moments later, Luna stepped outside.
Sunlight washed over her face.
She smiled.
She walked into a nearby alley. With each step, her body shifted back to normal. She discarded the nurse uniform and pulled on new clothes taken from a nearby clothesline—black jeans, a black leather jacket.
She glanced at her reflection in a window.
"Now I look badass."
Her expression darkened.
"I’ll need manpower if I’m going to take down Klaus. And if anyone knows where he is... it’ll be Dylan."
She looked up at the sky. "And if I remember correctly, tonight is a full moon."
Hours later, night fell.
Luna blurred through the forest at impossible speed, arriving at the Wolf Clan’s territory. Guards surrounded the area, but she moved past them so fast they felt nothing more than a gust of wind.
She entered the clearing.
Her eyes found Dylan instantly.
He stood at the center, surrounded by elders and Alphas—each tied to thick wooden poles, hands bound behind their backs, dry wood stacked at their feet.
Like sacrifices waiting to be burned.
One elder snarled, struggling against his restraints. "What is the meaning of this nonsense?"
Dylan didn’t answer.
He simply raised two fingers.
One of his men stepped forward and punched the elder square in the face.
The old wolf groaned as blood spilled from his nose.
The murmuring crowd fell silent.
Dylan smiled.
"Now that I have your attention," he said casually, "I’d like to thank you all for coming. I know tonight is a full moon, so I appreciate you taking time out of your schedules."
He spoke as if he hadn’t kidnapped every leader present.
"Our ancestors ruled this realm for centuries," Dylan continued. "We eradicated our enemies. We were once gods of an era."
His smile faded.
"But now? We’re hunted being hunted like exotic animals. Hiding. Begging for survival."
The crowd stirred uneasily.
"We made agreements with humans—creatures that we ourselves once enslaved. For centuries now, we haven’t seen a single evolved Omega, let alone an evolved Alpha."
Some faces hardened.
"Our so-called powerful leaders can barely defeat foot soldiers from other races. We can’t awaken domains. We can’t even harness our bloodline power."
He spread his arms. "So instead of going extinct, I propose we offer our leaders to the vampire race as sacrifices and become a vassal race to them."
Some in the crowd murmured in disagreement.
Dylan smiled wider.
Then—
He saw Luna.
Shock flashed across his face.
He gestured sharply to his men.
"Capture her—"
She was gone.
Before anyone could react, Luna appeared behind him.
"Looking for someone?"
Dylan froze.
"Don’t worry," Luna whispered. "I won’t kill you atleast not yet."
She struck his neck.
Bone shattered.
Dylan collapsed instantly. His healing would fix it—but he was unconscious.
The crowd stared in stunned silence.
Luna stepped onto Dylan’s chest.
"I’ve got a better idea," she said calmly.
Her lips curled into a smirk.
"Let’s be the hunters this time."
