The Lycan King's Reincarnated Luna

ALEXIA

I had a heart attack after the absurdity of what had happened crashed in, and the nurse told me I’d slipped into unconsciousness for another three days.

Even now, my mind struggled to process the impossible reality. People didn’t just die and wake up in someone else’s body, yet here I was, inhabiting the life of another—Courtney, the Luna of the most dangerous man in our world.

Nicholas Stone.

And now, I was about to face him.

I had heard rumors of how brutal he was but because I was regarded as a nobody despite my position, I had never gone close to association with someone so above the ranks.

Even worse, I had to pretend to be his Luna—returned from the dead, carrying the ghost of a child that had died with her.

The air stilled suddenly, an icy weight pressing down on the room. Every hair on my body stood as the door opened behind me, and I felt his presence like a physical force, radiating raw, intimidating power.

Then his voice broke through the silence, low and cold. “You’re really that selfish that you couldn’t just stay dead and let him live instead?”

What?

I turned slowly, my heart pounding, and couldn’t stop the gasp that escaped my lips.

Silver eyes met mine, cold and unyielding, owned by the most dangerously beautiful man I’d ever seen. The briefest flicker of annoyance crossed his face at my silence, then his lips curled with irritation.

“Did something on my face become more intriguing because you died?”

I swallowed, quickly looking away, only to feel a strange pull to glance back. Get it together, I reminded myself as I forced out, “I apologize, Lycan King Nicholas. I didn’t mean to stare.”

His eyes narrowed, but a fleeting glint of surprise passed through them—a flicker of recognition that something was… off. He didn’t press it, though. Instead, he moved past me to take his seat behind the massive desk, exuding an air of absolute command. “I informed your parents that you’ve returned… unfortunately. You’ll be escorted to their home once you leave here. Do you have anything you wish to say to me?”

The pieces were difficult to put together with me still trying to process reality but from what I could understand right here, from his first words and how detached he spoke, Nicholas did not like Courtney who I was now inhabiting.

I lowered my gaze. “No, Lycan King.” My voice sounded too shaky, and his brow arched. I quickly corrected, “I meant… Nicholas.”

He watched me, his expression unreadable, then gave a slight nod. “You’re dismissed. Inform your father that I am rescheduling our meeting.”

I exhaled, tension loosening just slightly as I turned, eager to escape the suffocating room with heart racing because now I had to pretend like I was Courtney in front of her whole family. There was no way I was going to pull that off. Someone was going to find out and death was awaiting me yet again.

Just as I reached the door, his voice cut through the air again, colder than before. “The doctors informed me that other than the fact that you were a little dazed when you woke up, physically there was nothing wrong and you had your memory intact.”

I froze. I could feel him rise from his chair, his footsteps slow and deliberate as he moved closer. “Turn around.”

I sucked in a shaky breath and turned to meet his gaze, feeling as if I were about to be torn apart under the weight of his scrutiny, “Before you go, I have one question for you.”

A shiver ran down my spine, and I tried to keep my breathing steady. I forced myself to nod. “Yes?”

His lip curled in a mockery of a smile, his tone dripping with cruelty. “I’m hosting a gathering tomorrow evening. Do you think you’ll be strong enough to attend?”

I let out a breath I didn’t think I was holding and nodded quickly forcing out a smile,“Of course. I’m sure I’ll be well-rested by then.”

He tilted his head, watching me with an intensity that made my skin crawl. “You and I… have quite the story of how we ended up together. I usually enjoy hearing you recount it.”

I opened my mouth to respond, but he continued before I could get a word out. “Don’t worry. Given your recent… ordeal, I’ll tell it this time.” His eyes narrowed slightly, and his voice lowered, as though recounting something distasteful. “You and I met in a bar and you ended up in my hotel room and well,” He looked down at my stomach, “that night our little one was conceived.”

The mockery in his tone made my chest tighten, but I forced myself to keep my face impassive. He leaned closer, his gaze chilling. “Of course, I later found out it was a setup—a scheme between you and your father to trap me. And you succeeded.” His eyes darkened, a storm of rage flickering beneath the icy calm. “I was blackmailed into marriage, eventually I realized you were nothing more than a conniving snake. If it weren’t for the child, I would have had you out of my life long ago.”

A heartbeat passed, then another, as I processed the venomous hatred in his words. But then, faster than I could react, his hand shot out, wrapping around my throat in an iron grip. I gasped, instinctively clawing at his hand, but he only tightened his hold, his eyes filled with dark, unforgiving rage.

“Courtney,” he hissed, his voice colder than death itself. “ would have known I would never be caught dead in the same room as her father and I would never host a party. You aren’t her.”

His gaze bored into mine, cruel and unrelenting as he squeezed harder. “You have three seconds to tell me who you are before I rip your head from your body.”