Becoming Luna
“Luna Selene is gone,” he said. “Until she is found, the pack must not panic. Morale must not break. Our enemies must not sense weakness.”
“I—I understand.”
His eyes darkened.
“No. You don’t.”
He studied my face like he was memorising it.
“You will take her place.”
The world tilted.
“What?”
“You will act as Luna.”
My breath stuttered. “That’s impossible. I I’m just—”
“A substitute,” he finished. “Exactly.”
My chest tightened.
I was no one here.
An omega.
A giirl; who avoided being noticed.
“I can’t do that,” I whispered.
“Yes,” he murmured, stepping closer, voice dangerous silk. “You can. And you will. I will protect you,” he added softly. “But from this moment on, you belong to me.”
Aria has always lived in the shadows — unnoticed and unremarkable, surviving in a world that rewards power and punishes weakness. But now she is pulled from obscurity and thrust into the Alpha’s world, forced to stand in as the mate for a woman who disappeared, a role she never asked for and cannot refuse.
Kieran, the Alpha of Crescent Stone, searches tirelessly for the woman he believes is his fated mate. Aria is meant to be nothing more than a placeholder, a lie to protect the pack from panic. Yet the closer she stands to him, the more his control falters, and the more the Moon seems determined to bend fate in her favour
In a world of rival packs, buried secrets, and whispered prophecies, Aria’s presence sets events in motion no one could have predicted. One girl, a stand-in for a missing Luna, may hold the key to unravelling a legacy of loyalty, betrayal, and love — whether the packs survive it, or fall, remains to be seen.
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Chapter: chapter fifty - white ashKIERAN'S POV I left the healer’s chambers with my mind heavier than when I walked in. The corridor felt longer on the way out, quieter, like the walls themselves were listening. Maybe it was just my mood. Or maybe it was the lingering feeling those two strangers had left behind.Either way, I couldn’t shake it.So instead of heading back to the pack house, I went straight to the borders.The air was cooler out here. The kind of cold that sharpened your senses. My boots crushed against the dirt path as I walked, my wolf alert, restless beneath my skin. I kept replaying everything in my head—what Stella had said, the way she spoke about the Gwarders, the strange calm in her eyes.Something about them didn’t sit right with me.And I hated that feeling.When I reached the spot where we had found them earlier, I slowed.This was it.The ground was still disturbed from the struggle. Claw marks scratched into the soil. Broken branches. A few dark stains where blood had soaked into the earth
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Chapter: chapter forty nine- gwardersKIERAN'S POV The boy suddenly sucked in a sharp breath, his body tensing as his hand moved to his upper rib.A low groan escaped him, strained and raw.The healer immediately turned toward him. “Easy,” she said quickly, already moving to his side. “You’re pushing yourself too soon.”He tried to sit up again, but the movement clearly hurt.“My rib…” he muttered, wincing.The healer placed a firm hand on his shoulder and gently guided him back down onto the bed. “Lie down,” she instructed. “Your body needs rest. Whatever you went through out there nearly killed you.”The girl—Stella—stood close by, watching him with worry that looked very real.Too real.I studied them both quietly.They were injured, exhausted, barely conscious when we found them at the border. The kind of condition you didn’t fake easily. Still, something about this situation sat strangely with me, like a thought just out of reach.“Alpha,” the healer said, drawing my attention back. “They will need time to recover.
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Chapter: chapter forty eight - RoguesKIERAN'S POVThe next morning found me on the training field with my men, the sun barely high in the sky as we ran through drills. Steel clashed, boots scraped against packed earth, and the familiar rhythm of combat steadied my mind. For a while, it was easy to forget everything else—the politics, the tension, the waiting. Out here, things were simple. Strength. Focus. Control.“Again,” I ordered, circling them slowly as two of the younger warriors sparred in the center. “Your stance is weak. If you hesitate like that in real combat, you’re already dead.”They adjusted immediately, sweat dripping, determination clear in their eyes. This was what I needed—movement, action, something that burned off the restless energy clawing inside me.A few of the guards stood along the perimeter, keeping watch as usual. The borders had been quiet lately, but quiet never meant safe.Then one of the warriors paused mid-movement.At first, it was subtle. Just a shift in the air. A faint rustling coming
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Chapter: chapter forty seven - HopeARIAS POV I can’t tell if I’m moving or standing still.Every shift in the fog feels like a new eternity. My limbs tremble, but I don’t know why. My body is heavy, my thoughts heavier. I want to remember… something. Anything.I try to remember my name. My face. My hands. But the edges of everything keep blurring, fading, slipping away like smoke through my fingers.The fog moves. Or maybe I move. I can’t tell.A whisper brushes against the back of my mind. Not my voice, not a sound I know, but familiar enough to make my chest tighten.I reach toward it.My fingers pass through empty air. The whisper folds into itself.I try to call out. My lips part, my throat moves, and still… nothing.No echo, no sound, only the pressure of the fog pressing against me, thick and unyielding.Fear bubbles slowly, crawling up my spine. I want to pull away. But something… something pulls me toward it.Warmth. A pull. A presence.I can’t name it. I can’t place it. But it’s there, tugging at my chest, th
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Chapter: chapter forty six- family betrayalKIERAN'S POV The study smelled of polished wood and old parchment, faint smoke curling from a single candle near the window. I stood in the doorway, hands tightening into fists, wolf snarling beneath my skin. My father didn’t move from behind the heavy oak desk. His eyes were calm, unshakable, and that calm was the kind that made my blood boil.“Did you know?” I asked, my voice low, sharp, and dangerous.He didn’t answer immediately. Not even a blink. It was infuriating. I could feel my frustration spiraling. My wolf rumbled, pacing behind my ribs, desperate to lash out.“Did you know about the elders’ decision?” I demanded, stepping closer. “About making Chester the one to open the Moonlight Festival?”Still nothing. He didn’t flinch. He didn’t sigh. He simply sat there, as if daring me to break first.“Answer me,” I snapped, letting my impatience edge every syllable. “Don’t play coy with me, Father. I know you know.”His gaze finally met mine. Steady. Cold. And then he said it. Jus
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Chapter: chapter forty five- Chester's povCHESTER’S POV I hate the sound of applause when it isn’t meant for me. It echoed through the courtyard long after the crowd had begun to disperse, clinging to the stone walls like a stubborn ghost. Every cheer, every word of praise directed at Kieran still rang in my ears, and it made my jaw tighten. Three months. Three months was all it took for them to forget who had actually been holding this pack together. I stood at the edge of the balcony overlooking the pack grounds, arms folded behind my back as the last of the lanterns flickered in the evening wind. Below me, wolves moved in clusters, still talking about the announcement, still praising their Alpha like he had just returned from war carrying victory on his shoulders. Pathetic. A slow breath left my chest. “Kieran this… Kieran that…” I muttered under my breath. “You people really don’t see anything beyond what’s placed right in front of you.” So ungrateful… well I am not surprised…greedy gullible fellows. The corner
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