Reborn as His Fated Luna

Selene's POV

"Not that shitty dream again!" I mumbled under my breath as I struggled to sit up in bed. My eyes were still half closed, begging to get more hours of rest but that dream had disorientated me so much, I was scared that if I went back to sleep, I would see more of those faces.

With a disgruntled glimmer on my face, I reached out blindly in front of me, hoping to grab the edge of the table.

"Shit!" I cursed as my fingers hit the sharp edges of the table. I had been doing this for as long as I could remember, yet, I still couldn't tell exactly where I had positioned the table.

I ignored the gnawing pain and swept my fingers across the table-searching desperately.

"There you are!" I intoned internally when I finally felt my Glasses. Letting out a wide yawn, I wasted no time in putting my glasses back on.

Ah, the world was much more brighter with my glasses on-

It was barely past twelve midnight, yet It felt as though I had slept for a full day. I didn't need to check my calendar to know it was the night of the blood moon, and the same night I always got haunted with that same dream, but this time, I had escaped getting killed.

It was eerie as well as fascinating that each time I got those kinds of dreams, it always seemed to happen in real life, it's like I always got only a day in a month's subscription to see into the future.

But this particular dream I had woken up from had my whole body drenched in sweat but I tried to shrug off the feeling of dread. I was starting to get used to the feeling that this was a part of me now, my unwanted monthly companion that had paid a visit on the night of my eighteenth birthday and had been visiting ever since.

I wiped the sweat away from my face and got to work immediately. Since It would be pretty hard to go back to sleep now, I might as well utilize the rest of the day and see if I could find something relevant from the investigation I had been conducting.

I turned on my computer and got to work immediately. Opening the previous files from last night. Coleman had sent something for me to read.

"Those damn aliens think I don't know what goes on underneath, wait till I expose them to the whole world and make some cool cash off of it. " I said as I rubbed my hands together excitedly.

I looked up at the wall clock ticking away-it was already a few minutes past twelve. It was time to head out.

***********

The night air was cold against my skin as I crouched behind the stone wall, gripping my camera like a lifeline. I could see the Blackwell Manor as it stood ahead, towering and ominous, its gothic spires stabbing at the dark sky.

This was it-the moment I had been waiting for.

For months, I had been chasing a story no one else believed. A secret hidden within the world's wealthiest families that was being whispered about in dark corners.

Werewolves.

Not the kind from movies-these weren't wild beasts running through the woods. They were powerful and untouchable. They were embedded deep within high society.

If I could get proof, I could expose them, and imagine how much money I could make off of them.

I adjusted the zoom on my camera, my breath fogging in the cold air.

I moved closer toward the mansion and through the grand ballroom windows, I saw them-men in sleek suits, women in flowing gowns, laughing out loudly into the night. They looked like any other elite gathering-but no normal human being would gather by this time of the night.

I could sense almost everything was wrong and I had no doubts about who they truly were. Their movements were too controlled and their sharp eyes were like hunters waiting for the right moment to strike.

My pulse quickened as I focused on the man standing near the balcony.

Kieran Wolfe.

The Alpha. The one everyone feared.

Even from a distance, his presence was overwhelming. He was tall and commanding, watching the room like a king surveying his kingdom.

I swallowed hard and pressed the shutter button. "Just...stay right where I can see you..." I said out slowly as I took more pictures of him.

Then, a sound behind me.

A twig snapping.

I barely had time to react before a strong hand clamped over my mouth, yanking me backward. My camera slipped from my grip, crashing into the dirt.

Panic shot through me as I kicked and thrashed, but my attacker was impossibly strong.

A voice murmured in my ear. His voice was low and almost amused. You know you shouldn't have come here, Selene."

A cold wave of fear ran through me. How the hell did he know my name?!

I tried to scream, but the grip on me tightened. Another figure stepped into view-his golden eyes were practically glowing in the darkness.

Lucian sighed, shaking his head. "We warned you earlier about this, didn't we?"

I felt movement around me. Shadows shifted. And then-

The sound of bones cracking.

It was sickening. Like something breaking apart and putting itself back together at the same time.

The men I had seen in suits weren't men anymore. Their bodies began to twist, and stretch, their foreskin tearing away as their human forms melted away.

Werewolves-Real and Right in front of me. I had been right. But it didn't matter now. My jaw hung down loosely as I struggled to take in the sight in front of me.

Lucian crouched down as his sharp gaze met flickering eyes. "We can't let you leave, you know."

He nodded his head and then they let me go.

For a second, I was too shocked to move, too shocked to do anything. Then my body took over.

With my heart pounding hard against my chest, I ran as fast as my legs could carry me.

Branches tore at my clothes as I sprinted through the trees, my heartbeat thundering in my ears. I didn't know where I was going-I just knew I had to get away.

Behind me, the sound of paws hitting the ground. Fast. Too fast.

I didn't need to turn back around to know that I wasn't going to make it out of here alive. All of a sudden, I found myself on the floor. A twig in front of me had caused me to trip and I fell face flat onto the floor.

I struggled to get back to my feet but the werewolves had closed in and surrounded me. I felt a sharp pain at the corner of my neck. I raised my gaze to the sky to behold the faces of my murderers even though they were distorted but the last thing I saw was the full moon shining down on me before everywhere went blank.

Selene's POV

Pain!

That was the first thing I felt. A deep, aching pain that settled in my bones like they had been shattered all over and put back together in the wrong joints. My head was pounding, and my limbs weren't left out either because I felt heavy as if I had been submerged underwater.

I tried to move, but my body wasn't listening.

'Was I dead?'

That was the only thought that quickly flashed through my mind in a split of a second.

I remembered running through the cold wind as they sliced against my skin. I could remember like it happened just a few seconds ago, the sound of paws pounding the earth behind me and the sharp, tearing pain of claws sinking into the flesh at the corner of my neck.

I should be dead. But then, why did I feel like I was waking up?

Now, I traced my hands up slowly to the corner of my neck, to check the magnitude of the wound but I felt nothing-not even a single scratch or whatsoever.

A soft murmur drifted through the haze, words just out of reach. My fingers twitched on my neck. The air smelled different-rich with pine and something heady, something unfamiliar from what I have always known. Slowly, my senses sharpened. I was lying on something soft.

A Sheets?

A bed?

I questioned myself rhetorically.

Then I began to hear voices, not far fetched from the spot I laid.

"She's been out for days. How is this possible?"

"We don't know. It shouldn't be."

A beat of silence ensued and then a third voice followed, the voice was low and commanding at the same time. "I'll handle it."

Something in that voice sent a shiver down my spine. Let's say, a warning-or possibly, a threat.

I had no choice than to hysterically force my eyes open, blinking against the golden light filtering through sheer curtains. The room around me was elegant. It was covered in deep reds and dark wood, with the scent of burning cedar curling in the air.

Where the hell was I?

I shifted, trying to push myself up, and that was when I saw them. Three men standing near the doorway, their gazes locked onto me. One of them, tall with silver-streaked hair and piercing amber eyes, stiffened the moment our eyes met.

Something flickered across his face, I wasn't sure if it was shock or maybe anger.

No. It was something else, it was suspicion.

I tried to speak, but my throat was raw. "Where..." My voice cracked and was weak at the same time. "Where am I?" I finally mustered a little courage to speak though I was still scared out of my wits.

None of them answered at first. Then the silver-haired man stepped forward, I couldn't read the expression on his face as he made an attempt to speak.

"You're home," he said.

His voice. I knew that voice. The one from before. The one that had sent chills through me even in the darkness.

I swallowed hard, my mind racing thrice to what it used to. Home? No. If I wasn't certain of anything, I was so sure that this wasn't my home.

I forced myself to sit up, ignoring the way my body had protested. That was when I saw that my hands were much smaller and more delicate than I remembered. My skin was smooth, paler than mine had ever been. I lifted one to my face, my fingers trembling as they brushed against unfamiliar features.

Something was very, very wrong. A mirror. I needed a mirror, I wanted to see what was happening to me.

I turned sharply, my breath quickening as I scanned the room. There-across from the bed, a gilded mirror stood against the wall. I swung my legs over the edge, nearly collapsing as a dizzy wave overtook me but strong hands gripped my arms before I could fall.

I gasped at the touch.

The silver-haired man was holding me up, his grip was really firm but he held me with caution. Up close, I could see the sharp angles of his face, the way his dark brows pulled together as if he was trying to solve a puzzle he didn't like.

"Easy," he said, but there was no warmth in his voice.

I jerked away from him, stumbling toward the mirror. The second I saw my reflection in the mirror, my stomach dropped.

The woman staring back at me wasn't me.

Dark waves of hair cascaded over delicate shoulders, deep green eyes wide with horror. Her lips, full and slightly parted, trembled as she reached toward the glass.

"No, this can't be!" I muttered.

The woman staring back at me in the mirror was...she was....

"Raven Blackwell." I said rather too loudly.

The name hit me like a sledgehammer.

I had seen her in photos during my investigation. She had been a ghostly figure in the stories surrounding Kieran Wolfe-the mysterious mate of the feared Alpha, dead only days ago in a rogue attack.

And yet, here she was. Here I was, in her body. But how was this possible, this ought to be a dream of some sort.

My breathing suddenly turned shallow and, my pulse thundering in my ears. This wasn't possible. It couldn't be, I had been human and I remembered being murdered, I was supposed to be dead and not here.

And now... now I was her?!

"Raven?" The man's voice cut through my panic.

I turned slowly, dread curling in my stomach. He was watching me closely, his jaw tight.

I knew who he was now, it was Kieran Wolfe standing in front of me.

My pulse raced. The Alpha of the pack. The man who had ruled over this secret world with an iron fist. And now, the man who was supposed to be my mate. Hell No! But I could only wish there was a way out of this.

Except I wasn't Raven.

I didn't know how or why this was happening, but one thing was clear-I was trapped in a life that wasn't mine.

And if anyone realized the truth...

I wouldn't survive it.

Selene's POV

"Are you okay, Raven. Do you need me to call a human doctor for you?" Kieran asked, his piercing gaze still etched on me.

I swallowed hard as I thought of my response. Telling the truth was far from what I thought of right now, if I did, the chances that they would lock him up or kill me again were slim owing that I was trapped in his mate's body.

"No, I'm fine. You do not need to call a-human doctor!" I answered and swallowed again.

The weight of the truth pressed down on me like a crushing force.

"In that case, we're going to leave you to rest more but I'll be back to check up on you." Kieran said in his still cold voice as he and the other men filed out of the room.

I waited until I heard the sound of the door closing before I turned to look at the mirror once again.

I wasn't Selene Carter anymore, the investigative journalist who had spent months chasing a story about powerful werewolves. I wasn't the woman who had uncovered more than she was meant to, who had run for her life only to be hunted down beneath the full moon.

I should have been dead.

Instead, I had woken up in Raven Blackwell's body, Mate to the Alpha of the Silvercrest Pack. The woman who, according to every report I had read, had died in a rogue attack just days ago.

But if Raven was dead... then what the hell was I doing here?

I forced myself to breathe as I stood stiffly in front of the mirror, staring into a face that wasn't mine. Mate to the Alpha of the Silvercrest Pack. The woman who, according to every report I had read, had died in a rogue attack just days ago.

But if Raven was dead... then what the hell was I doing here?

I forced myself to breathe as I stood stiffly in front of the mirror, staring into a face that wasn't mine. My dark hair, that was once cut into a practical shoulder-length bob, was now long and silky and falling past my waist. My eyes-her eyes-were a piercing shade of green, framed by thick lashes. The face looking back at me was hauntingly beautiful, but unfamiliar.

I struggled to make my way across the room toward a chair. The moment I sank into it, the door creaked open and I immediately got tensed, meeting the reflection of the man standing in the doorway.

It was Kieran Wolfe again, My supposed mate.

My heart thumped each time I remembered that he had been the one to sink his claws into my neck that killed me.

His presence filled the room before he even spoke. Tall, broad-shouldered, and devastatingly intense, he watched me like I was a puzzle he couldn't solve. His dark eyes were unreadable, his jaw set in an expression that might have been indifference-if not for the deep suspicion buried beneath the surface.

He didn't believe I was Raven.

I didn't know how I knew that, but I did.

He stepped closer, the scent of pine and something darker-something wolf-curling around me. I swallowed hard, gripping the arms of the chair.

"How much do you remember?" His voice was smooth, but there was no warmth in it.

I had prepared for this question. Ever since waking up in Raven's body, I had been scrambling to piece together a response that wouldn't expose me.

"Not much," I said, forcing my voice to remain steady. "It's all... fragmented. Blurry."

His eyes narrowed slightly. "Do you remember the attack?"

I hesitated, then nodded. "Yes."

It was the safest answer. If I said no, he might press harder. If I said yes, I might say the wrong thing.

Something flickered in his gaze. Doubt.

"You were dead." His voice was quiet, but it carried the weight of something heavy.

I swallowed hard. "I don't feel dead."

His expression didn't change. "I buried you."

A chill ran down my spine. My pulse stuttered in my chest.

Buried me? So Raven had died, and yet, here I was, sitting before him in her skin, speaking with her voice. How was that even possible?!

I clenched my hands into fists to keep them from shaking. "Then maybe you buried the wrong person."

His jaw ticked. It wasn't a good answer, but it was the only one I had.

A knock at the door saved me from whatever he was about to say. A woman stepped inside, her gaze darting to me before quickly lowering in submission.

"Alpha, the council is waiting."

Kieran didn't move right away. He just kept watching me.

Then, finally, he spoke. "Get dressed. You're expected to be there."

And just like that, he was gone. I exhaled shakily, trying to get a grip on myself, the world around me was spinning too quickly-way too quickly.

The reality of my situation was settling in quickly too. It was obvious that he had no idea that I was the journalist he had sunk his claws into and killed instantly, rather, he thought I was his mate.

And here I was, trapped in a life I didn't understand. In a world where any misstep could get me killed. And if Kieran, my supposed mate was already suspicious of me, then I was walking a very thin line.

I had no choice but to play along, for now and see where it gets me.

"I have no idea how to even wolf!" I said aloud and spun around quickly, hoping that no one had heard what I just said.

I clutched my chest and let out a sigh of relief. I turned to look into the mirror, noticing how flawless my skin looked.

"Raven must have put in a lot of work to maintain this!" I said quietly and ran my fingers over my forearm, "it's as soft as silk too!" I said.

I had to get ready quickly, I was clothed in a night dress and had to change into something more appropriate.

**********

The council chamber was suffocating, I sat at the end of a long table with my hands folded neatly in my lap, while six men and women-all high-ranking members of the pack-stared at me like I was a ghost. Well, maybe, to them, I was.

I could feel Kieran's presence beside me, his energy dark and unreadable. He hadn't spoken much since we arrived, but his silence was heavy.

A woman with sharp cheekbones and steel-gray eyes leaned forward, studying me. "You were dead." she spat out at me. It was not a question, but a statement.

I kept my expression neutral. "So I've been told."

She didn't seem amused. "Then explain how you're sitting here, alive and breathing."

I swallowed hard. I didn't know how to answer that.

"She doesn't remember," Kieran said, his voice carefully measured.

The woman's eyes flicked to him, then back to me. "Convenient."

My fingers dug into my thighs beneath the table. "Do you think I planned this?"

A man across from me scoffed. "Who else would have something to gain from faking their own death?"

I was tense. "If I had faked my death, don't you think I'd have a damn reason for it?"

Everywhere immediately fell silent.

I hadn't meant to snap, but the frustration and fear was getting to me. For every second I remained here, I risked slipping up-saying something Raven wouldn't say, doing something she wouldn't do.

I had no idea who she really was, But I was starting to realize something; and it was that these people did not trust her.

Even before her so-called death, there had been doubt. Suspicion. Why was that?!

Before I could think too deeply about it, another voice spoke.

"I think we should consider the possibility," the gray-eyed woman said, eyes narrowing. "That this is not our Luna."

The words sent a sharp jolt of panic through me.

Kieran leaned back in his chair, his fingers drumming against the table. "You're suggesting what, exactly?"

"That this is an imposter."

My stomach twisted.

"Enough," Kieran said, voice firm. "Raven is back. That's all that matters."

The woman's lips pressed into a thin line, but she didn't argue.

I barely heard the rest of the meeting as my mind had begun to race.

They didn't trust me, they hadn't trusted Raven.

And that could mean anything, but the only thing that my mind could grasp at that point was that Raven had been hiding something before her death, it could be a secret and a dangerous one at that.

I wasn't just trapped in her life, I was trapped in the middle of whatever she had been running from.

And if I wasn't careful, It was only a matter of time before it killed me.... again.