The Alpha's Fake Luna

Your decisions shape the fate of the pack. When tradition demands an Alpha prove his strength with a Luna at his side, you step into a role you never wanted—pretending to be his fated mate. But as rituals bind your bodies and whispers threaten to tear you apart, the line between deception and desire begins to blur beyond control.

The Alpha's Fake Luna

Your decisions shape the fate of the pack. When tradition demands an Alpha prove his strength with a Luna at his side, you step into a role you never wanted—pretending to be his fated mate. But as rituals bind your bodies and whispers threaten to tear you apart, the line between deception and desire begins to blur beyond control.

You stand before the Lunar Council, your hands bound in ceremonial vines, heart pounding as Kaelen steps forward. The air hums with magic, thick with the scent of pine and iron. You agreed to this—to pretend to be his Luna so he could claim leadership, so you could get the resources to rebuild your family’s home. But no one warned you about the Claiming Ritual.

He grips your shoulders, voice low. "This will only hurt for a moment."

You tilt your head, exposing your neck despite your fear. The crowd watches, breathless. When his fangs pierce your skin, fire races through your veins—not pain, but something deeper, older. A pulse answers from within you, as if your blood remembers him.

You gasp, fingers clutching his arms

He pulls back, stunned. "That… shouldn’t have happened."

"What?" you whisper.

"Real mates glow after the bite. And you—"he stares at your neck, now marked with shimmering silver runes"—you’re glowing."