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Chapter One — The Substitute
l ARIA'S POV There have always been two versions of Crescent Stone. The one the world saw.. strong, unbreakable, carved into the mountains like it had grown from the stone itself. And the one I knew … a place where footsteps carried stories, where silence whispered, and where people like me learned to disappear. I clung to that quiet world. It was the only place I ever fit. Which was why, when the warriors began moving through the halls like soldiers preparing for war, I knew my world was ending — I just didn’t know how. I stayed late in the library again. Old books smelled of dust and peace, and I liked pretending that if I traced the faded ink long enough, I might belong to the stories. Omegas didn’t belong anywhere else. We were… background. Useful, invisible. Safe. But tonight, the air felt wrong. Electric. Tight. Boots echoed down stone corridors. Commanding voices murmured low, clipped. Wolves didn’t sound like that unless something terrible had cracked the ground beneath us. I tried to steady my breath, pressing a history volume to my chest like a shield. If I stayed still enough, small enough, maybe the storm would pass me by. It didn’t. “Aria.” Beta Markus stood in the doorway. He has never said my name like that. Not sharp. Not urgent. Not with that tone. “The Alpha wants to see you.” My fingers stiffened around the book. “Me?” “Yes.” His jaw tightened. “Now.” I dropped the book on the table and followed him out of the library. The corridors felt longer than they had ever been, shadows stretching like they meant to swallow me. Torches flickered. The scent of worry… metallic and bitter ,hung in the air. The doors to the Alpha's house were being opened, which was very rare because they are barely opened for people like me. The doors to the war room were open.. Inside, Alpha Kieran stood at the head of the table. Warrior. Leader. Storm wrapped in skin. He looked carved out of restraint, jaw hard, shoulders rigid, eyes cold enough to burn. His presence filled the room, brushing against my nerves like static. He didn’t lift his gaze right away. Someone else might have mistaken that for calm. I knew better. He stood up, taking long steps towards me. He was right in front of me,close… too close. “You really do look a lot like her… how is this even possible” he whispered, staring deep into my eyes as though he was searching for something, anything to prove that I was fake . “Alpha… you sent for me?” I asked, snapping him back to reality. “Luna Selene is gone,” he said. Just words. But they split the room open. Gone. Luna. His mate. The woman the Moon itself had chosen. How is that even possible? My lips parted. I didn’t speak. I didn’t breathe. He continued, voice like steady iron. “Until she is found, the pack must remain unaware of her dissappearance. Our enemies must not sense weakness.” I swallowed. My instinct was obedience. Always had been. “I—I understand.” His gaze finally lifted to mine. Cold silver. Sharp. Measuring. “No,” he said quietly. “You don’t.” Something inside me curled tight. He studied my face for a long, unsettling moment. Not like a man looking at a woman, but like a commander selecting a weapon. And then he stroked.. “You will take her place.” My world tilted. “What?” The word scraped out. “You will act as Luna.. My luna.” My lungs forgot how to work. “That’s impossible,” I whispered. “I’m not— I’m just—” “A substitute,” he finished. Calm. Final. Heat bloomed behind my ribs — shame and fear tangled together. Because it was true. I was an omega. A nobody. An orphan the pack had taken in when no one else would. A girl who shelved books and made herself small. I didn’t matter enough to ruin anything — which was, apparently, exactly what made me useful. “I can’t,” I said, barely a sound. “Yes,” he murmured stepping closer, not loud, not harsh, but absolute. “You can…. And you will.” The space between us tightened. His voice softened — which somehow made it worse. “You will be under my protection” he promised. “But from this moment on…. you ..belong…to me.” he said, raising my chin up harshly. Belong. It didn’t sound romantic. It sounded like the lock sliding into place. “I don’t even understand why,” I whispered. His jaw clenched. “Because the luna vanished weeks after our union, the Elders will question my strength. Other packs will test our borders. Rogue factions will sense weakness. Crescent Stone bleeds when leaders falter. I will not allow that to happen.” His words were steel and then he said the part that hurt. “You look enough like her to quiet suspicion” He hesitated. “You owe this pack.” He didn’t have to say it. I already know This place fed me. Sheltered me. Protected the girl no one else had wanted. And now it wanted payment. He stepped closer still…close enough that I could smell winter on his skin. Close enough that his intensity wrapped around me like cold water. “You will stay here,” he continued, firm. “In my wing. You will not leave the palace grounds. Not for the next two days.” My heart lurched. “Why?” “There will be a celebration,” he said. “A gathering of leaders. Allies. Watchers. They expect to see their Luna — by my side.” He held my gaze. “If she is gone… questions will spread. Whispers. Doubt. And doubt is a weapon.” “So I just…” My voice shook. “Pretend?” “You live,” he said, “so the pack survives.” Silence pressed in. “I—” He cut me off. “Aria.” My name sounded different on his tongue. Heavy. “I am not asking.” There it was. A command. A cage. And yet… His tone shifted — softer, pleading beneath the iron. “Six months,” he said quietly. “If she does not return by then, if the Moon makes its judgment final. You are free to walk away. No chains. No obligation.” Six months. A lifetime. “I need you,” he finished and the honesty in it almost broke me. I felt angry. Used. Small. Like I was trading pieces of myself I could never reclaim. But I also felt something worse; duty. This pack had given me a home when I had nothing. It had taught me to read. To live. To belong — even if only at the edges. So I nodded. For them. Not for him. “Okay,” I whispered. Something flickered in his eyes. Relief. Regret. Restraint. It was gone as quickly as it appeared. “Markus,” he said, turning away because the decision had already swallowed me whole. “Take her to my chambers. She will stay there until the ceremony.” The Beta bowed his head. I followed him through quiet corridors, each step echoing like the end of something fragile and private and mine. The Alpha’s room was vast. Cold. Beautiful. Built for power, not comfort. This wasn’t a bedroom. This was a throne disguised in silk sheets. I stood in the doorway for a long moment, feeling the walls close around my future. “Aren't you coming in? You need to change so you can get enough rest.. tomorrow's going to be a long day” Markus said, his head tilted down. I slowly steeped into the room, my eyes fixated on him. He was about to leave when I grabbed his arm. “Marcus.” My voice snapped in the silence. He froze. I stepped toward him, anger trembling beneath my skin. “Did you know about this?” His jaw tightened. “Did you agree to it?” Silence. The question burned out of me. “Did you agree to your woman becoming another man’s Luna?” For a heartbeat, the world stopped. The door closed behind us with a soft click—now it was just us and the truth no one could ever know. His shoulders dropped, like the weight he’d been carrying finally crushed him. “Aria…” His voice was rough. “Please.” “Answer me.” My hands shook. “Did you?” He turned slowly. His eyes—warm brown, always gentle—were tired. Torn. A soldier who’d been ordered to aim at his own heart. “I had no choice,” he said, pain threading through every word. “He is my Alpha. My brother in war. I owe him my life, and my loyalty is his to command.” “That wasn’t the question,” I whispered. His throat worked. “Yes,” he said finally. “I agreed.” It hurt more than I expected. “Six months,” he continued quickly, desperate now. “He promised. Six months, and it will end. She’ll come back. Everything will go back to normal. You and I—” “Normal?” A hollow laugh escaped me. “Marcus, I’m going to stand beside him. Live in his chambers. Sleep in his bed. Be his Luna.” Tears threatened. I swallowed them back. “What if he…” The words refused to form. He stepped closer, gently gripping my arms. “He won’t.” “You don’t know that.” “Yes,” he said firmly. “I do. Kieran loves Selene. Completely. He would never betray her. Not in this life or the next.” “But what about—” “Our future?” he finished softly. I closed my eyes. “Yes.” His forehead rested briefly against mine, and I felt his breath tremble. “I love you,” he whispered. “More than anything. But Crescent Stone must survive. If the pack fractures—children die. Families fall. Blood spills. And if my Alpha falls…” His voice broke. “I fall with him.” Duty. Honor. Loyalty. Cages with different names. “If there were any other way,” he said, voice raw, “I would burn the world before letting this happen to you.” Silence stretched between us. Heavy. Sacred. Fragile. “After six months,” he murmured, “if Selene has not returned, you walk away. We leave. Start over somewhere the Moon cannot find us.” A fantasy. But I held it anyway. Because I needed something to hold. I wiped my face with the back of my hand. “And no one can know.” “No one,” he said. “Not the Elders. Not the guards. Not even your closest friends.” He hesitated— “Especially not the Alpha.” A chill crawled down my spine. Because I believed him. If Kieran ever found out, this wouldn’t be a love story. It would be a death sentence. Marcus straightened, mask sliding back into place. Beta. Warrior. Loyal right hand. From today onward… My lover in shadows would be my commander in daylight. His voice softened again, just for me. “From now on… you are not Aria.” He swallowed. “You are Selene.” The name settled across my skin like a shroud. I opened my mouth to say his name—just to taste something real before it disappeared—but he stepped back. I leaned in—seeking one last kiss before the world devoured us whole— But he turned away. Duty first. Always. “Be careful,” he said without looking at me. “Please.” And then he left,the door closing behind him. I was alone in the Alpha’s chambers… surrounded by lies . No longer Aria.Not yet Selene. Just a ghost wearing a crown of borrowed fate. For the next six months… I would be someone else, someone else's woman…. But one thing I haven't gotten to understand….At the expense of being Selene … do I kill Aria?ARIA'S POV The rest of the party went on smoothlyLaughter filled the hall, music played, people danced and drank like nothing had shifted beneath their feet. Like there hadn’t been tension sharp enough to cut skin. I smiled when I had to, nodded when spoken to, played the role everyone wanted so badly.But inside, I was counting seconds.One.Two. Three….Until it was finally over.When the last guest left and the hall emptied, I slipped away quietly, taking the corridor that led to my room. I didn’t look back. I didn’t wait.I could feel him notice.Kieran noticed everything.He noticed the distance the moment I didn’t fall into step beside him. The way I didn’t glance his way. The way I moved like he wasn’t there at all. I felt his gaze on my back, heavy, confused, maybe even annoyed—but I didn’t turn.Not once.The house settled into an unnatural quiet. No maids. No guards. No voices. It was tradition—after a celebration like this, the Alpha and Luna were to be left alone.The iron
ARIA'S POV The party carried on like nothing had happened. Laughter returned. Music swelled. Glasses clinked, and all I did was smile…because that’s what a Luna was supposed to do.But inside? I was unraveling.Kieran never let go of my hand after the kiss. Not once. His grip was firm, deliberate, like he was afraid if he loosened it..even for a second—I would disappear. Or worse, be taken. To anyone watching, it probably looked romantic. Protective. Claiming.To me, it felt like a statement, a warning. A trophy held high for Chester to see.I walked beside him as he greeted guests, nodded at elders, accepted praise I knew he wasn’t hearing. His thumb brushed over my knuckles every now and then, grounding me to him whether I wanted it or not.I felt… used…Not because of the kiss alone..but because of why It happened. It wasn’t love, nor was it even affection..rather, It was a strategy.And somehow, that hurt more.It hit me then, quietly but cruelly…He took my first kiss.The one
The music shifted…soft, ceremonial, heavy with meaning.A man stepped forward, clearing his throat nervously. “Apologies for the… delay,” he said, eyes darting between faces. “But tradition must still be honored. It is time for the Alpha and his Luna to take the floor for the ceremonial dance.”A hush followed.My stomach tightened.Across the hall, Kieran stiffened. His parents turned toward him expectantly. Eyes slowly began to search for me.Of course.I was still seated at the edge of the hall, fingers twisted together in my lap, doing what I did best…watching from the sidelines, pretending I didn’t exist.Then a shadow fell over me.“Well,” a smooth voice said, “this just got interesting.”I looked up.Chester.He was already holding a drink, his jacket loose, his smile easy—too easy. His eyes flicked briefly toward Kieran before returning to me.“Care to dance?” he asked, extending his hand.My breath hitched.“I—” I started, startled, unsure, painfully aware of the hundred eye
ARIA'S POV He stormed out of the room like a ticking bomb finally detonated, the door slamming so hard the walls trembled. I smiled…A slow, satisfied smile. Good. Let him be angry. Someone needed to treat him the same way he treated everyone else, like their feelings were optional and their opinions disposable. If nothing else, today proved one thing; the mighty Alpha wasn’t used to being challenged. I exhaled and turned back to the bed. The heirloom sat there, quiet and unassuming, yet heavy with meaning. I dressed carefully, slipping into the outfit prepared for me, my fingers trembling only slightly as I lifted the necklace from its velvet cradle. When I fastened it around my neck, a strange warmth spread through my chest…steady, grounding. I didn’t know if it was tradition, symbolism, or just stubborn pride, but I lifted my chin anyway. Then I heard it. Laughter. Voices overlapping. Warm greetings, teasing, the low hum of a gathering in full swing. It floated all around th
I woke up to sunlight. For half a second, I let myself enjoy it—the warmth on my face, the unfamiliar softness beneath me, the strange sense of calm that didn’t belong. The bed cradled me like I was somewhere safe, somewhere I hadn’t earned. Then memory slammed into me. The mark…his eyes. I sat up so fast the world tilted. “No—” I breathed, already scrambling out of the bed. My bare feet hit the floor as I raced to the mirror, heart pounding so hard it drowned out every other sound. I barely recognized the girl staring back at me…wide eyes, pale skin, fear etched too clearly across my face. Then I saw it. At the side of my neck. The mark… it was still there. Not faded. Not imagined. Dark enough to be unmistakable. My breath hitched violently, lungs burning as panic clawed its way up my throat. “No, no, no,” I whispered, fingers shaking as they hovered near it. I didn’t touch it. I couldn’t. It wasn’t a dream. He had actually marked me. The room felt smaller suddenly, the
What just happened?The question looped through my head as I stood there, my back half-turned to her, my hand still resting on the door as if leaving would somehow undo what I’d done. It was never meant to be like that. The mark was supposed to be shallow,functional. A solution. Nothing more.We weren’t meant to feel anything.And yet my chest felt tight, my thoughts jagged, like something had been torn loose and left to scrape against my ribs.I could still feel her.That was wrong. The bond should have faded the second I pulled away. Instead, it lingered…unwelcome, heavy, distorted. My wolf stirred beneath my skin, restless in a way that made no sense. Not protective. Not aggressive. Something far worse.Aware.She took a step, then swayed.I turned just in time to see the color drain from her face.“No,” I muttered, more command than concern. Omegas didn’t collapse from a simple mark. Substitutes didn’t react like that. This was supposed to be clean.She crumpled before I could sto







