The Luna Theory

dante was smart. Always had been.

It wasn’t just about grades or basketball strategy, it was the kind of intelligence born from observation, from knowing how to read people before they spoke. He could sense lies. Catch details others missed. He could piece together a puzzle without ever seeing the box.

And Taiga? Taiga was a puzzle.

After their tense encounter at the Nike store, Dante knew something wasn’t adding up. His instincts hadn’t failed him before, and they weren’t failing him now. That wasn’t the first time he felt it, either. He had started suspecting something during their second meeting at the mall, the one where Dante had stupidly insulted him and then spent the next two days regretting it.

It hadn’t just been the way Taiga glared at him.

It was the way he bared his teeth.

No Enigma would dare show their teeth in public especially not to another dominant type. Not unless they were asking for a dominance battle, a clash of instincts. But Taiga hadn’t backed down. He had stood his ground with an eerie kind of calm, radiating control even in his silence.

It had hit Dante like a punch to the gut.

And since then, he’d been paying attention.

Taiga was... complex. Confident but quiet. Bold but reserved. Radiating an energy that felt both inviting and commanding at once. His presence didn’t shout, it hummed. It pulled people in without trying. And most of all, he had no scent.

None.

Even high-ranking Enigmas couldn’t suppress their scent entirely. Dante had tried. Others had tried. The best they could do was dull it, mute it under suppression sprays or willpower. But Taiga? It was like he didn’t even have one.

That wasn’t just unusual. It was impossible.

Unless...

Unless he wasn’t an Enigma at all.

Unless he was something rarer.

Something bigger.

Dante leaned back in his desk chair, staring blankly at the ceiling of his dorm. His heart thudded slowly, thoughtfully. His suspicions were solidifying into certainty. He’d heard of people like Taiga before, read about them, even seen one once at a distance when he visited the Capitol with his family years ago.

A Luna.

A fucking Luna.

The highest rank in the secondary gender hierarchy.

While Enigmas were often born into wealth, trained from birth, and expected to claw their way up the social chain, Lunas were different. A Luna could be born anywhere, in a mansion or on the streets, and the moment their nature revealed itself, their entire life changed. Instantly.

The government paid Lunas a fortune just to officially register their status. With that alone came protection, connections, and influence. Suitors flooded in like bees to honey. Schools, corporations, even noble houses scrambled to associate with them.

And Lunas didn’t even need to be rich or talented.

They were revered on biology alone.

Enigmas like Dante had to fight for power. Lunas simply had it.

And then there were the mating dynamics.

Lunas were the only secondary gender capable of bonding both Enigmas and Omegas. Unlike Prime or Elite Prime Omegas, who couldn’t mark an Enigma or another Omega, a Luna could bind both to them. They could connect the trio into one, allowing their genetics to sync. Children born from such a union wouldn’t just share one or two DNA threads, they’d carry all three, a true triad. Only Lunas could do that.

And if Taiga was one...?

If Taiga was a Luna, then Dante wasn’t just fighting for Maya’s love anymore.

He was fighting for dominance, for position, for the right to even stay in Maya’s orbit.

Because once a Luna decided to mark, the bond was nearly unbreakable. Permanent.

And Dante knew Maya.

He knew how Maya responded to presence. He’d seen it firsthand when they were together. That gentle tilt of the head, the widening of his pupils, the way he unconsciously leaned toward strength and warmth. It had taken Dante months to earn that submission, that affection.

But with Taiga?

It was already there.

That reverence. That softness.

It terrified Dante.

He ran a hand through his hair, frustrated. "If Taiga’s a Luna," he muttered aloud, "Maya has to know. Right? They must’ve made out. Touched. Something."

Or maybe Maya didn’t know. Maybe Taiga was hiding it from him too.

But why?

Hiding your secondary gender, especially if you were a Luna, was like throwing away a golden ticket. Lunas didn’t just get money and mates, they got power. Whole cities would bend for one.

Unless...

Unless Taiga didn’t want it.

Unless Taiga wanted something real.

That idea, oddly, made Dante’s stomach twist. It was easier to think of Taiga as a rival, a liar, someone manipulating Maya for gain. But if Taiga was refusing his Luna status just to live freely, then...

Then Dante wasn’t just jealous.

He was scared.

Because Maya had fallen for someone who might not just love him deeply, but could protect him. Bond him. Keep him safe and happy.