The Alpha's Substitute Luna

Arthur’s POV “Guilty as charged!” Alpha Shadow exclaimed.“Guilty as charged!” Alpha Winter followed, throwing his verdict ruler on the floor. “No, please,” She begged, her eyes now red from all the crying she had been doing for the past few days.“Guilty as charged!” the elders of the counsel threw their verdict ruler on the floor.“I would never hurt anyone in my right mind. Something is wrong with me, please believe me.” She looked around, searching for someone to be her witness. But nobody interceded for her, nor helped. She then looked at me, and I knew my mate was innocent of all they were accusing her of.“Execute her!” The counsel ordered. Suddenly a bunch of pack wolves entered the court, going to Accalia.“You dare touch her, I swear on my life,” I snarled, trying to unpin myself from the pile of men that had me on the ground, “I will end you without question.” I continue.They take her to the guillotine that was splashed with guilty men’s blood that she didn’t deserve to d

Arthur’s POVWe reached the city at the break of dawn. Echo was still sleeping, and Nanna Avery was preparing Echo’s lunchbox. The principal of Oaklands Kindergarten informed me that my son would start there as his application was successful.“What’s your next step Arthur?” she asks. We were in the kitchen. My penthouse was open space. Which means everything was interlinked with each other. The kitchen was linked with the dining room. Through the passage where two bedrooms and a bathroom. Mine and Echo’s. Both the rooms had bathrooms of their own, and small study desks in each room.“My next step is find out who killed my guards and make him or her pay.” I reply.“I don’t mean that,” She sighs. “I’m taking about the alliance. What are going to tell the counsel?”“Nothing.” I open the fridge and take out bottled water.“What do you mean nothing? You answer to the counsel Arthur. That’s what keeps the peace. Echo going to the other pack’s school. That was the alliance that was formed al

Quin’s POV An hour and 45 minutes before meeting Arthur “Quin, breakfast is ready!” Dawn called out for me. “I’m coming.” I was doing my last-minute touch ups which was tiding up my hair. It was always done in a low bun as I didn’t want my hair to get in the way when I was attending to the patients, well, more like my little heroes. My name is Quinzel Khaleel O’Conner, and I am a 34-year-old neurologist in Cleopatra Hospital for Children. One of the best ones I’m told. But I wouldn’t really dwell on that. I’d like to think that my ability to help others comes from wanting to keep children safe and help them grow without any defects that could have been prevented. I never got a chance to grow up with my mom as she was always away. She is a nurse in South Africa, and she is never home. I grew up with my dad, and he was the closest thing I knew to family. He was there on every first thing that I had to go. My first teeth coming out, my first haircut, going to kindergarten I was ac

Quin's POV“Can I accompany you?” I ask, walking behind him, not wanting to let him go, nor leave.Mr. Handsome continues to walk without acknowledging him. “I’m a doctor.” I add, trying to gain his attention, forgetting not to walk so close to him. I end up bumping him with my forehead on his back, and it's the hardest thing my tiny head has ever bumped on.“Sorry,” I mutter, taking a step back, trying to maintain myself and act normal.He turns around, and utters, "Lady, I appreciate your help, but I will be fine.” in juiciest, dripping voice I've ever heard. It was hoarse, yet constant, deep, but audible. I didn't know velvet voices existed until today.“It’s Dr. Quinzel Khaleel O’Conner.” I mumble, bringing myself back to earth before I could go under.“Miss Quin, I appreciate your help, but I will take it from here.” He smiles, he leaves, and I just stand there, frozen. I lift my hand to wave goodbye, but I immediately hit it with the other hand."Quin, what are you doing here?

Quin's POV I was tired when I got home. The crazy voice was gone, and I was somewhat normal. When I open the door, Dawn is waiting for me with a bowl of popcorn on her hands. Marie is sleeping on her movable crib. "Handsome guy, start talking." It's all she says, and tingles start sparking again. "Arhh, that guy." I close the door, and place my bag on the table, taking out my coat and placing it on top of it. "He is one peculiar guy." I state, as I take a seat on the couch. "Yes and talk, what about the guy? You have never spoken about any guy so bluntly except your dad. What is so different about him?" She questions, her eyes twinking with sparks of curiousity. So I start with his eyes, "His eyes glow." "Oh honey, people's eyes don't just glow, and that's not how you start a story. You don't just get to confuse me the first five seconds of the story and expect me to be okay with that. You explain from A to Z so I can paint my imagination with color." She explains, and I nod, a