LOGIN“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.
View MoreKIERAN'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
KIERAN'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.
KIERAN'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
ARIAS 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
KIERAN'S POV Miranda’s voice had dropped so low that for a moment I thought I imagined it.The candle beside Aria’s bed flickered violently, the flame stretching thin like it was trying to escape the room.“…What on earth are you saying?” I asked, unable to make sense of the disaster that was cook
KIERAN'S POV Miranda was starting to rest my patience.. yes, I need her help,but that doesn't give her the right to dig into what doesn't concern her. I had enough of the endless back-and-forth. My mother’s eyes wouldn’t leave Aria, and every second she lingered only made my patience fray. “Mo
“This can’t be happening…” I muttered under my breath as Marcus and I pushed past the last line of guards. “Three months… gone? Just like that?” My mind refused to accept it. “What about the people? The pack… my parents… who’s been leading everything in our absence?” Darius’s eyes were steady, ca
kierans pov Her gaze flicked to me again, sharp and deliberate, and that smile curled like smoke around her words. “Ah, but little pup,” she murmured, voice smooth as silk and jagged as broken glass, “there are truths that sit heavier than chains, deeper than any prison you’ve ever imagined. The






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