I'm more than a surrogate Luna

RACHEL'S POV. I stared at myself through the mirror, my hands rubbing my belly, a faint smile playing on my lips. I have been waiting for this day all my life, for five long years, I have waited for Aaron to finally love me back, I did everything he threw at me and I just had his child, the child he so badly wanted and tonight, Aaron would announce his Luna…me. I ran my fingers through my long, thick hair. My heart is hammering loudly in my chest. I had never cared much about my looks, but tonight was different. Tonight, I needed to look like the Luna I was meant to be.I applied a light layer of makeup, just enough to bring out the strength in my features. My eyes were tired from nights spent caring for our newborn, but they still held a fire— a fire Aaron had lit in me. I carefully applied mascara, making sure not to smudge it. My lips, full and soft, were painted deep red, standing out against my dark blue dress. The fabric hugged my curves. Tonight, I would stand beside Aaro

Valtor’s POVThe grand hall of the Silver Crest Pack buzzed with laughter and clinking glasses. Gold chandeliers bathed the space in warm light, casting a glow over the many people dressed in their finest. The scent of roasted meats and aged wine filled the air, but I barely paid attention.I never liked parties.But here I was, swirling a glass of deep red wine between my fingers, watching the crowd as they moved in well-practiced circles of conversation. My stepmother had insisted I attend this gathering, convinced by a seer’s cryptic words that my happiness awaited me here. I didn’t believe in such nonsense but Yet, here I was."Alpha Valtor," a young Lady greeted with a respectful nod. "It’s an honor to meet you."I returned a polite nod, barely hearing her name. “It is truly an honor to meet you, I have heard many stories about you, but I must say the cameras and photos don't do your beauty any justice.”This was the twentieth girl trying to flirt with me. What was wrong with

Rachel’s POVI woke up to the unfamiliar feeling of warmth, the kind that didn’t come from a cold, lifeless palace but from something… safe.I forced myself up, my eyes scanning the environment. “What the fuck was going on? Where am I?”I sat up, my body still aching, and found the man from before sitting in a chair across from me. His piercing eyes watched me carefully, arms crossed over his broad chest.“You’re awake,” he said simply.I swallowed, gripping the blanket around me. “Where am I?”“My home,” he answered, leaning forward. “A place Aaron won’t find you.”I nodded, my eyes still scanning the room until it finally hit me. My son was still with Davina. “My son,” I shouted, turning to him. “I have to get my son from them.”He stood up, placing his hands in his pocket. “What are you talking about? Is he holding your son captive?”“I need to go back,” I blurted, ignoring his question, trying to swing my legs over the bed. Pain shot through my ribs, I stumbled to the floor. He

Rachel’s POVI felt everyone’s eyes on me as I stepped out of the car. Their expressions were filled with shock, fear, and disbelief. Some even moved back as if they had seen a ghost.Valtor leaned closer, whispering in my ears. “Just smile and follow my lead.”I swallowed hard, forcing myself to stay calm. The sentinel's eyes were still on me, some whispering among themselves. “Haven't you seen my wife before?” Valtor frowned, his deep voice making me flinch. I will never get used to this deep masculine voice. “Sorry sire,” One of the men quickly said with a bow, others followed immediately. Valtor nodded, turning to me. “C'mon Rachel,” he said walking towards the house. I quickly followed, almost missing my step. As we entered the mansion, a maid rushed toward us, immediately her eyes landed on me, her face turned pale. “No… no… it can’t be,” she gasped, stepping back in fear, her hands trembling before she suddenly collapsed to the floor. More maids rushed to us, the moment t

Valtor’s POVI walked down the dimly lit hallway, my fists clenched in anger, as soon as I moved far away from the room, I punched my fist hard into the wall, my fists went straight through the wall. I inhaled deeply, swallowing hard. If only Rachel knew the urge I was fighting from pinning her down and taste those lips of hers, if only she knew that just her striking resemblance with my real Rachel was more than enough to trap me in my lustful zone. If only she knew that I badly wanted her to be the woman that I lost years ago, if only she knew that this was just as difficult for me as it was for her, she wouldn't be so bothered about fitting into my wife's shoes. As I neared my office, I heard quick footsteps behind me.“Valtor.”I turned to see Daniel, my brows furrowed in curiosity as I tucked my hands in my pocket. “What is it?” I asked. “Is mother still doubting Rachel?* He shook his head. “In fact she is with Ashley, telling her same old stories about her mother but Joana