“Alpha’s Fake Heiress: The Luna He Rejected”

The night I was meant to become Luna, I learned that love can burn brighter than fire and destroy twice as fast.

The ballroom sparkled like a thousand caught stars. Crystal lights shimmered above my head, throwing bits of gold over the gathered Alphas and nobles of Los Angeles. My heart pounded so loud I could barely hear the music. Tonight was supposed to be my crowning, the night my bond with Lorenzo DeLuca became forever.

I had thought of this moment since I was a girl: the mark, the vow, the feeling of joining. But as I stood before him on the marble dais, beneath the carved silver moon crest of the DeLuca Pack, something in his eyes made my breath pause.

He wasn’t laughing.

Lorenzo’s jaw was tight, his shoulders rigid beneath his formal black suit. The air around him hummed with power, but his eyes… those cold gray eyes that once softened for me were nothing but storms.

“Lorenzo,” I whispered, trying to smile through the stress. “You’re scaring me. Everyone’s watching.”

He didn’t answer. The whispers in the hall began to rise like the stirring of restless ghosts. Cameras flashed from the press box. I reached for his hand, but he stepped back like my touch burned him.

Then he spoke.

“You were never meant to wear my mark.”

For a heartbeat, I thought I heard him wrong. The words cracked through the silence like thunder. The crowd gasped as one. I froze, looking up at him, my pulse screaming in my ears.

“What… What do you mean? ” My voice trembled. “Lorenzo, this isn’t funny. Say you’re joking.”

He turned from me, his voice booming through the microphone for all to hear. “Aria Moretti is not the rightful heiress of the Moretti bloodline. She misled this pack, and me.”

The ground seemed to fall away beneath me.

My lips parted, but no sound came out. My knees felt weak, the smell of roses and champagne turning bitter in my throat. “That’s not true,” I managed to whisper. “You know me, Lorenzo. You know my blood, my family”

“Enough.” His order struck through me like a whip. His Beta stepped forward, a stack of papers in his hand. “The truth has been confirmed,” the Beta stated. “The real Moretti heiress has returned.”

And then, like a ghost rising from the ashes, she appeared.

Aurora.

Her golden hair cascaded over her shoulders, her silver gown sparkling like moonlight. My twin. My lost sister. The one who went years ago. She smiled, sweet and toxic, her eyes meeting mine with cruel joy.

“Hello, sister,” she purred, voice dripping with poison. “Or should I say… impostor? ”

Gasps spread through the crowd. I felt hundreds of eyes slice through me, blaming, judging, hungering for scandal. I wanted to speak, to scream that this was crazy, that I’d never lied but the words twisted in my throat.

Lorenzo’s hand reached for Aurora instead.

The same hand that once swore to protect me.

My view was blurred. “Lorenzo, please. You know me. You can’t believe this.”

He paused, just for a moment. But then his face toughened into something unrecognizable. “Leave before I make you.”

A quiet sob broke from my chest. “You’re making a mistake.”

Aurora tilted her chin proudly. “No, darling. You were the mistake.”

Cameras flashed like bullets. Wolves muttered behind groomed hands. I turned in circles, lost in a sea of perfume and deception, until I could barely breathe.

Someone laughed. Someone whispered, “She’s finished.”

I wanted the ground to open and swallow me.

But even in that moment of shame, I caught something dark in Aurora’s eyes. Not success. Fear. And for a second, her smile faltered.

Lorenzo didn’t notice.

He lifted his glass. “To the true Luna,” he said, voice steady, eyes blank. “Aurora Moretti.”

The crowd roared in applause.

And his once beloved, his chosen mate stood there shaking, my soul breaking open under the weight of every cheer.

I turned away before anyone saw the tears running down my face. My heels clicked against marble as I left the stage, pushing through the crowd until I reached the hallway behind the ballroom. My breath came fast, ragged.

“Aria, wait! ” A voice called behind me, it was Marco, Lorenzo’s cousin. But I didn’t stop.

“Don’t touch me! ” I spun around, eyes wild. “You all knew, didn’t you? You planned this.”

He held up his hands, guilt flashing in his face. “It wasn’t supposed to go down like that.”

“Then how was it supposed to go, Marco? ” My voice broke. “Was I supposed to smile while he destroyed me? Bow while he gave my title to her? ”

Marco’s eyes darted away. “There are things you don’t understand. Orders were made. This is bigger than”

“Then what? ” I demanded. “Bigger than my life? My love? My name? ”

He didn’t answer.

I shoved past him, tears blocking my vision. The hallway swam in gold and dark, the sound of clapping still echoing from the ballroom. My chest ached so much I thought I might fall.

Outside, the night air hit me like a slap. My car was gone. Security guards stopped the exit. The city stretched before me, sparkling and cruel.

“Stop her! ” a voice shouted behind me Aurora’s, triumphant.

I ran.

My heels snapped against the sidewalk, my gown tearing at the seams. Flashbulbs followed me down the marble steps. Someone grabbed my arm, but I ripped free. “Leave me alone! ”

“Aria, wait” a journalist called, pushing a microphone toward me. “Is it true you falsified your lineage? ”

I didn’t answer. I kept running until the lights blurred into streaks.

At the edge of the land, a dark car idled by the gate. The driver’s window rolled down and an unknown man with a scar across his cheek met my gaze. “Miss Moretti,” he said quietly. “Get in. Now.”