Fake Heiress, True Luna Novels & Stories

Then she said in a casual tone, “A Bentley, Mulsanne.” Luna felt her vision blur, she would probably faint if she wasn’t sitting at that moment. From the start, Luna had never liked Hailey. It was because this woman was younger and prettier than her. She even acted weak and shy to seduce someone. At that moment, she was very obsessed with Annie, especially after he told her a secret: he was actually the sole official heir of Cirrus Embroidery. Although he was known as Rachel Yates’ son, he was actually Xavier’s biological son.

Cyrus smiled at his wife as he said this. “You…your Maj….majes….ty” stammered Lord Robert, “I am honoured that you will grace my soirée.” “I believe it was a good opportunity to let Ghysem know that my mate has reincarnated,” he said and the hall fell even quieter. “I am grateful to Ghysem for waiting and trusting the goddess to bring me back. I shall take this opportunity to serve Ghysem even better,” said the Luna. “She is an imposter. Just months ago she was a human slave who…” Lord Sommerset did not get to finish his sentence as his head rolled to the ground.

I wasn't sure what I was going to say, but I needed to get him distracted and away from our false Luna long enough to inform her of the truth. I let my nose guide me, and ended up in front of the door to the cinema room. I stood outside for a second, wondering how I was going to achieve my goal. Whatever I was going to do I had to make out like it was urgent. I placed my hand on the door handle and opened it quickly. Barging through and panting as though I was out of breath from running. The sight before me sent chills down my spine. Our false Luna was in the arms of our cruel Alpha. What if I was already too late to convince her of what kind of man Alpha Carson truly was?

“You do not get to throw pieces of her life at her and call it truth. If there is a prophecy, you will give us all of it.” “All of it?” Marian echoed. “Very well. The true Luna is not chosen for beauty, or obedience, or bloodline politics. She is the wolf-born heart of the pack. The one who can bind power, command loyalty, and see what others refuse to see. Your father found out when she was still a child. He should have handed her over. Instead, he hid her. Loved her. Tried to outrun what she was.”

I asked, a dangerous smile playing on my lips. "You think because you bullied a weak woman two years ago, you can do the same thing today." The first maid frowned, looking slightly uneasy, but the second maid kept her chin raised. "I am the Luna of this pack," I continued, lowering my voice into a deadly whisper. "And right now, your Alpha is sitting in his room, drowning in guilt. He just bought me a mountain of the most expensive dresses and jewels in the kingdom. He is desperate for my forgiveness. He will do absolutely anything I ask him to do."

" Jasmine sighed. Dressed in a designer gown, Luna walked beside Raymond as she relished the attention of the crowd. The gazes of admiration she received made her feel like a celebrity, and she couldn't resist putting on a smug smile. This was her first public appearance with him, and she knew everyone was speculating about her identity. She knew soon that she would be able to reveal her actual identity. As his daughter and a wealthy heiress, she aimed to make those who had once looked down on her regret their judgment. Seeing Mia and Jasmine nearby, Luna's eyes gleamed with satisfaction. Luna had finally reached this milestone, and she was determined not to let those who had once belittled

She turned her face into Dante’s palm for a second, drawing strength from his certainty, before looking back at the Echo and the endless mirrors. “Then the waiting is over,” Luna declared, her voice now ringing with a new, undeniable resonance. It was no longer the voice of a girl who questioned her place. It was the voice of a woman announcing her arrival. “I am Luna, daughter of Alarick, the Last Alpha King. The hidden heir. The Silver Wolf.” She let her gaze sweep over the visions of potential futures—the glorious and the terrible. “The prophecy gave me a choice. I choose to reign.”

They stripped her of her title. Branded her a traitor. Left her to rot in the forbidden lands. But Mira Wyrmblood didn't die. She rose. From the ashes of betrayal and exile, she built an empire. Now known to the world as The Cyber Empress, she’s no longer the discarded Luna, she’s the woman who owns the game board they once played her on. And she’s not done. When Mira steps into a high-profile gala three years later, all eyes are on her, including his. “Yo—you look like my ex-wife,” “No,” she smirks, brushing past him, “I look like the ghost of your greatest regret.” But just as she reclaims her power, fate throws her another twist. Not one

Her smile reached her ears, and I tried to focus on what’s happening after managing to shove my wolves all the way to the back. “Please, stay put this time.” I tell them. “I heard you were previously engaged to the King. Is it true?” With that, a collection of gasps erupted into the air and all turned to look at Steffanie I, on the other hand, darted my eyes at Silas who looked anywhere but at me. “Yes, that is true. My father and the King’s father made the arrangements believing I am equipped with all the necessary qualities of a true luna.” She stated proudly to the crowd.