HEARTS OF DIVINE RUIN (The MoonGoddess and The AlphaKing)

Alexander stepped into the hotel bathroom, the steam from the shower enveloping him like a warm cocoon. He turned the water to the hottest setting, letting it cascade over his shoulders, washing away the tension that had built up inside him. He closed his eyes, the hot water soothing the tight muscles in his back as he let his mind drift.
Thoughts of Luna flickered in and out of focus—her defiance, her bright spirit that seemed unfazed by his anger. He felt an odd pang of guilt for the way he had treated her earlier. But the feeling was quickly overshadowed by the harsh reality of his life—the weight of responsibility that crushed him.
After what felt like an eternity, he stepped out of the shower, steam swirling around him like a fog. As he reached for his phone, it buzzed with urgency. The screen lit up, revealing Timmothy's name—his Gamma. Alexander sighed, bracing himself for the inevitable long discussion.
The conversation began with pack affairs, a tapestry of conflicts, and unresolved issues that made Alexander's head spin. Timmothy's voice was steady and commanding, outlining the land disputes that had recently flared up between rival packs.
"Alex, we need to address the Hartwood situation immediately. They've been encroaching on our territory, and if we don't act, we risk losing our influence in the area," Timmothy stated, his tone serious.
"Agreed. I'll need a full report on their movements and resources," Alexander replied, running a hand through his damp hair, still feeling the remnants of the steam cling to his skin.
Hours ticked by as they discussed strategies, alliances, and the growing unrest among their pack members. Alexander's mind raced, the weight of leadership pressing down on him. The clock struck three in the morning before he finally ended the call, feeling both drained and restless. He stared out the window, the wind rustling through the trees, its chill seeping into the warmth of the room.
Was Luna still out there? The thought twisted in his gut. He shook his head, trying to dismiss the concern. She was resilient; she could take care of herself. Yet, despite his attempts to convince himself otherwise, a gnawing worry crept into his thoughts.
Dressed in a simple pair of black sweatpants and a black T-shirt, he stepped toward the door. The cold air brushed against his skin, sending a shiver down his spine as he ventured down the staircase and into the hotel lobby. The silence was eerie; the once-bustling space felt deserted. He glanced around, the dim lights casting shadows that danced along the walls, heightening the sense of unease.
His heart raced as he approached the front doors. To his shock, they were locked, the chill of the night seeping through the cracks. But then his gaze fell upon a figure slumped against the door—Luna.
His heart sank, breath hitching in his throat. She looked lifeless, the cold from the glass door reflecting in her features. Panic surged through him, and without a second thought, he rushed forward, his instincts kicking in. He raised his fist and struck the thick glass with all his strength.
The glass shattered, a sharp crack slicing through the silence, sending shards flying. The sound echoed in the stillness of the night as he stepped through the jagged opening, the sirens of the hotel's alarm blaring in the background.
"Luna!" he shouted, desperation lacing his voice as he rushed to her side. The cold wind whipped around him, but he barely registered it.As he gazed upon her closed eyes, a strange ache unfurled within him—how he had always looked into her ocean blue eyes, drowning in hatred, now felt like a cruel twist of fate.
He gently touched her face, searching for any sign of warmth. Her skin was ice cold against his fingers, and dread clawed at his insides. "No... don't do this - wake up," he murmured, blinking rapidly as if willing her to respond.
The middle-aged guard from earlier was the first to appear and followed by the rest , his eyes wide with alarm. 
"I—didn't I ask you to keep an eye on her?" Alexander's voice was low, trembling with anger and fear.
"I thought your wife left, sir," the guard stammered, confusion written across his face as he remembered he locked the door only after confirming no one was there .
"Wife?" The word caught in Alexander's throat, but he couldn't dwell on it. There was no time.
"Call a human doctor!" His voice was sharp, commanding as he scooped Luna's fragile body into his arms, the sight of her so small and vulnerable igniting a protective fury within him.
He carried her back through the broken door, every step heavy with dread. The hotel staff began to stir, alarms blaring in the background, but he was oblivious to it all. All that mattered was her.
"Get out of the way!" he barked, pushing past startled staff members, his heart pounding in rhythm with the urgency in his chest. As Alexander rushed into the room, cradling Luna's fragile body, panic erupted around him. The hotel staff, having been roused by the commotion of the shattered glass door, scrambled to assist. The air was thick with urgency, and the flickering fluorescent lights cast a harsh glow over the scene.
"Luna," he pleaded, his voice softer now, trembling as he brushed her hair away from her face. He laid her down on the bed, moving swiftly to cover her with all the possible comforter he could find in the room and then walking to increase the room temperature to it maximum , he knew he needed to warm her. The chill emanating from her body was palpable, a harsh reminder of the bitter night she had endured.
The commotion in the room heightened as the hotel staff hurried to fetch a doctor. Alexander paced, anxiety clawing at him. The wait felt interminable. Finally, a weary-looking man entered, his lab coat slightly wrinkled and his hair tousled, a stark contrast to the urgency of the situation.
"This is the best we could do on short notice," one of the staff members explained apologetically. "The current doctor at the hotel is unavailable, and it's too dangerous to arrange for an outside medic with the weather worsening."
Alexander's frustration boiled over. "How does a hotel of this size not have proper emergency protocols in place?" he shouted, his voice echoing off the walls.
The staff shifted uncomfortably, but he knew there was no time for a lecture. Reluctantly, he turned his attention to the homeopathic doctor who himself was a guest here in the hotel.
"Let's just get this over with," Alexander grumbled, allowing the man to step forward.
The doctor's demeanor was calm despite the chaos. He approached Luna, assessing her with a practiced eye "What happened?" he asked, his tone brisk as he began his examination.
"She's been outside in the cold for hours," Alexander replied, his voice tight with anxiety. "She wasn't responding when I found her."
The doctor nodded, focusing on Luna. He checked her vitals ,his fingers brushing against her icy skin, murmuring to himself, then turned to Alexander with a sense of urgency. "She's hypothermic and her body might have gone to shock state."he began, his tone professional.
As the doctor worked, a nurse hurried in, bringing with her a drip and various medications. "We need to stabilize her," the doctor instructed. He swiftly connected the IV line, his movements precise and practiced. "I have added a drip of warm fluids but in case If her temperature exceeds 103 degrees Fahrenheit, i'll advise you to admit her to the hospital."
The gravity of the situation weighed heavily on Alexander. "Once more," he muttered under his breath, the bitterness creeping into his voice. "I might start hating hospitals."
As the doctor worked, he added, "But given the weather condition outside its only gonna worse - The best way to reduce the fever and combat the chill in your wife body is through warm bath or body warmth." He glanced at Alexander, his expression serious yet oddly casual about the situation.