The Luna’s Crown

“Your twin sister has died. You must embark on a daring quest to seize the coveted title of Luna, the cherished mate of the mighty Alpha King — or else my plans will get destroyed. You will excel beyond measure.” My eyes snapped open wide in astonishment as my father’s words reverberated through the room. My head trembles uncontrollably as if caught in the grip of an invisible force.

No . . .

I still can’t betray her like that.

“Lucas Ashford? He despised me with a burning intensity!” I let out a thunderous roar.

I can’t process my father’s words. I can’t believe he would say something like that, knowing Fatima is his favorite.

“He was very in love with Fatima . . . He will understand she got into an accident; I don’t have to portray someone for your stupid plan!” I shouted and wanted to say more, but he gave me an evil glare.

“Pay close attention, Lilith. He will understand, but we mustn’t embarrass him in front of people, for if we do, we shall face severe consequences. Didn’t you like him?” My father abruptly cut me off, causing tears to cascade down my cheeks.

The harsh reality hit me like a tidal wave: Lucas would sooner damn himself for eternity than ever consider going out with me.

“But his hate for me was worse, seeping into every interaction, and the tragic death of Fatima’s life is an undeniable truth that cannot be concealed. I should be keeping a close eye on her at this very moment, please--”

“I told you, lend me your ears! Lilith, you never fail to amaze me with your uselessness.” His words made me gulp.

“Use your brain sometimes. Once you ascend to the position of his Luna, I shall finally attain the desires that have consumed my every waking thought.” His eyes transformed into a fiery crimson hue, burning with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine.

His hand clenched into a tight fist, radiating an aura of menace that filled me with a deep sense of dread.

I felt a sudden surge of nerves, causing my throat to tighten as I swallowed hard—with a quick, almost involuntary motion, I vigorously nodded my head, hoping to convey my agreement or understanding.

“This is not what my sister wanted--”

“It’s too late,” he interjected. 

I have no choice but to follow what he said — leaving my room.

My path leads me through winding corridors, each step echoing with a sense of purpose. Finally, I arrive at the grand gathering hall, a majestic space pulsating with energy. It is here that the Alpha King, a figure of immense power and authority, stands poised, eagerly awaiting the arrival of the Luna, the embodiment of grace and strength.

I feel utterly unprepared for what lies ahead, and I can’t help but doubt my ability to handle it.

“The long-awaited Luna has finally arrived!” they exclaimed. Lucas’ eyes ignite with a radiant glow as they lock onto me, his heart convinced that I am the very embodiment of the woman he adores.

With each footfall, a pang of guilt courses through me as if I am stabbing a knife into the heart of my flesh and blood. All eyes are fixed on me, their gazes filled with approval.

As I glance around, I glimpse my Father, his hands coming together in thunderous applause. It’s the final moment, and I can’t help but feel a mix of emotions — the man who concealed the tragic demise of Fatima, all for the sake of material wealth.

“Fatima,” he called out to me, his voice carrying a gentle warmth that wrapped around my name like a comforting embrace.

I pivoted swiftly, locking eyes with him, my face adorned with a grin that stretched from ear to ear.

I shouldn’t let him know.

His fingers intertwined with mine. “Why are you taking so long?” he interrogated, his voice laced with impatience.

I could feel the heat of his hand enveloping mine, sending a jolt of nervousness coursing through my veins, and his eyes were all into me.

“I’m nervous,” I clutched his hand with a firm grip, feeling the warmth of his palm against mine. A shy smile tugged at the corners of his lips, creating an endearing and slightly uneasy expression.

I know this isn’t how that fiery Fatima behaves.

“Relax,” he assured me, leading me through the grand entrance into the heart of the bustling gathering hall.

“Today, a momentous day unfolds as Fatima Holmes, the embodiment of my deepest affections, ascends to the esteemed position of Luna within our pack . . .”

“Her presence commands reverence from every member, and any audacious soul who dares to defy her will face the dire consequence of banishment.” Lucas’ voice boomed through the room, commanding the attention of everyone present.

In response, a chorus of applause erupted, hands coming together in a symphony of appreciation. Nods of agreement rippled through the crowd, a visual affirmation of Lucas’ words.

They stand by my sister, but it feels like they harbor a deep-seated disdain for me at all times. My sister's intense loathing for me left me paralyzed as if struck by a lightning bolt.

“Hey! Guess what? They finally acknowledge you as their leader—!”

“I’m not feeling well, Lucas,” I interjected, my voice strained with discomfort.

I beamed radiantly at each person before dashing into the bustling pack house. My body trembles uncontrollably. I stand frozen, unsure of which path to take. I am already a master at the art of acting foolish.

I never could have anticipated the way Lucas would relentlessly pursue me.

Lucas holds my hand. “What the hell, Fatima? You can’t simply bolt away like that. I sense your nerves, but didn’t you keep rushing to become my Luna? I’ve finally captured you, my Luna, and you are mine.” I gazed into his eyes, feeling uncomfortable.

I’m utterly incapable of accomplishing it. Fear gripped me as I caught a glimpse of my father lurking in the shadows, concealed behind Lucas’ unsuspecting figure. His eyes now burned with an eerie crimson glow as they bore into me, sending a warning.

“Okay, I’m sorry. It’s just that things are complicated for me--” My words were left hanging in the air, suspended in anticipation, as his lips suddenly met mine in a passionate, unexpected kiss.

I feel like he’s drunk. I do not know what to do. I reciprocated his kisses. I don’t know if he could feel the difference, and then he stopped; I was staring at him with fear.

“What’s more complicated is your sister, Fatima.” he laughs.