All Chapters of The Stand-In Luna: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Ashley The day everything changed for the worse started like any other morning. As the strongest warrior of the Moonlit Silver Pack, I led my team through the northwest border, with my muscles tense and my senses sharp. I was doing all of this not because I wanted to, but because even if Jace and I weren’t officially mates yet, I had already stepped into the role of Luna. Also because, deep down, I did it for him. Always for him. We pushed through the woods, but in an instant, my team was gone. My heart raced as I spun, looking for them. Five—no—six Rogues emerged from the trees, their grins sharper than my fighting blades. I couldn't move my limbs, which felt unusually sluggish. Worst of all, I couldn't sense the presence of my wolf, Amy, inside my mind. I was on my own, and something was horribly wrong. “This one belongs to the Alpha, does she not?” One sneered, eyes glinting with malice. “We can use her to get our leader back.” “It’s no wonder he wants her.” Another leer

Ashley The joy of Jace's earlier proposal felt like nothing but a cruel joke. "What about my arm?" My voice trembled, but I refused to back down. "This happened because I was trying to stop her from getting hurt.” Jace’s gaze flickered to the blood pooling at my feet. For a moment, he hesitated. Then, releasing Carina, he rushed to my side. His hands cradled my injured arm with a gentleness that made my chest tighten. "I’m . . . sorry, my dear." His voice softened, full of regret. "I’m just so used to worrying about Carina. I didn't mean to lash out at you." Carina shot me a glare of pure resentment before storming out. But Jace didn’t chase after her—he was waiting for my response. Once, his apology would have reassured me. But now, I was just tired. Tired of being an afterthought. Tired of always being overlooked and neglected. "I know you and Carina have nothing going on, but you needed to hear the things she said to me before you got here." I met his gaze, searching for an

Ashley Like an iron cage, the Mating Ceremony loomed over me and trapped me within. I had no choice but to face my impending doom.The entire pack had gathered, elders and warriors alike, along with visiting wolves from other packs. Inside the dressing chamber where I waited to be called upon, I fastened the intricate waist chain around my ceremonial gown, the weight of my expensive cloak pressing on my shoulders. Outside, four high-ranking warriors stood guard. Four. As if I were a high-value prisoner rather than a former warrior stripped of my wolf and status. Carina stormed in, eyes gleaming with malice. She wore a gown so similar to mine that at a glance, you’d mistake her for the Luna. "Feeling proud of yourself?” she sneered. “Don’t get too comfortable. I’ll make sure everyone remembers who the real Luna is." I’m pretty sure Carina has no idea that I’m truly just her substitute. Otherwise, she wouldn’t waste her time.She used to ignore me—even after I got together with Ja

Ashley Growing up, all that I knew about Lycans and their tribe was the fact that they were incredibly powerful, possessing a strength that even normal werewolves couldn't match. Somehow, they had evolved, becoming a different breed altogether. One that could count us as prey if they wished. Across the battlefield, which had once been loud with sounds of fighting and struggling, silence ensued. The smell of sulfur smoke filled my nostrils, a remnant of the powerful flash of lightning that had announced the Lycan King's arrival. The closer he got, the smaller everything else around me seemed to appear. Inconsequential. Mere nonentities. Power leaked through his very essence telling us who he was more than words ever could. And he was headed straight for me. He stopped right before me, and I drew my gaze upwards, a little desperate to actually look him in the eyes. They were ice blue, almost translucent, and flashed a deeper cyan every now and then, like electrical pulsing. Zane. T

Zane I had long accepted the prophecy that haunted my bloodline, but unlike what people expected from me, it didn't scare or faze me. Instead, I found myself welcoming it with open arms. The lightning that seeped from my fingers and scorched the earth, while appearing like a great blessing to others, was a curse to me. For generations, people with this power died young, because such energy was not to be wielded by a creature of flesh and bones. Somehow, though, the power had found its way into my family, and had been passed on for generations. It was also one of the reasons why our tribe became so wealthy and respected. The worst enemies you could have had weren't strong werewolves, they were an evolved werewolf breed blessed by the skies above with power to manipulate lightning. I refrained from groaning out loud during the journey back to my tribe. One of the strict training sessions that I had been unable to shake off was the one of endurance and silence. No matter how much pa