His Mate, But Not His Luna

On the night meant to mark her awakening, Lysera loses everything.

Ignored all her life, the quiet twin watches as her sister Isyra is celebrated as Luna-to-be, until a single scream turns the pack against her. Accused of attacking her “pregnant” sister, Lysera is beaten, humiliated, and condemned. Even the bond meant to save her betrays her, because the Alpha she is mated to chooses Isyra.

Then the truth surfaces at the worst possible moment.

As punishment shatters her body, a secret is revealed: Lysera is pregnant. In a pack where harming a pregnant woman invites calamity, her sentence is suspended—but mercy is replaced with something far crueler. The pack demands she give her baby to Isyra, to replace the child Isyra claims to have lost.

Trapped among those who see her only as a vessel, betrayed by her own blood, and bound by ancient laws she cannot escape, Lysera must survive long enough to give birth… knowing the child she carries may never be hers.

Because Isyra’s crown was built on lies.

And because the Alpha who condemned her may one day realize the truth—when it is already too late.

Lysera is irrelevant

Lysera

It was my twenty-first birthday.

A day I had been anticipating for the past three years. The day I was supposed to finally get my wolf. Instead of my family celebrating me, they were throwing a party for my twin sister because she was finally pregnant for our Alpha.

“The Moon Goddess has been so good to us.”

“Thank the Moon Goddess for blessing our pack with Isyra.”

“She will finally become Luna. It was only a matter of time.”

“An heir is exactly what the pack needs. With all the rogue trouble, we need something to celebrate. Something to lift our spirits.”

Yes. Tonight, on our twenty-first birthday, my twin sister would be crowned the Luna of our pack.

I walked past pack members as they rushed around my father’s compound, bustling with excitement as they prepared the hall for the celebration. A few bumped into me in their hurry, but none of them stopped to apologize.

I didn’t mind.

I was used to being invisible. It was better than having their attention on me.

“Lysera!”

I flinched, snapping out of my thoughts as my mother’s sharp voice cut through the noise. She stood at the entrance of the house, her expression tight with impatience.

“Hurry up. Isyra needs you to fetch her shoes from the top of her dresser. She’s pregnant, after all, so no strenuous activity for her.”

She disappeared back inside before I could respond.

I bit down on my bottom lip at the jab in her words and followed anyway.

When I entered Isyra’s room, the difference between our lives was impossible to ignore.

My room was the smallest in the house, barely half the size of Isyra’s closet. Hers, however, was the largest room in the compound. Even bigger than our parents’.

It looked like something out of a