Alpha's substitute Lover

Before Vanessa left the pack, she was already a red-hot A-list actress.

Now, back with an extra layer of Hollywood shine, she was drowning in movie offers.

She called Alpha Lucian one day, saying she'd just returned and needed a solid assistant.

"That Luna Ashvale she-wolf you've got seems like she knows how to play the part."

Alpha Lucian went quiet for a beat.

She let out a soft laugh. "What? Can't bear to let her go?"

"Nah."

His voice was flat. "If you need her, I'll send her over."

So, I ended up trailing Vanessa on a film set.

During a break, the supporting actress, Lilith, strolled over to stir the pot. "Vanessa, your assistant's got a vibe kinda like yours."

"Except for the eyes. That little mole under hers? Makes her look, I dunno, almost classier than you."

Lilith was supposed to be the lead in this flick until Vanessa swooped in and snatched the role.

She was salty about it.

Saying that was just her way of getting under Vanessa's skin.

Sure enough, Vanessa's face twisted, her glare at me dripping with barely veiled hate.

After wrap that afternoon, she claimed her ring was missing.

"It was on during that lakeside scene. Must've slipped off in the water."

Her eyes scanned the room before landing on me. "Luna Ashvale, go fish it out of the lake."

The man-made lake wasn't deep, just up to my waist.

I waded in, bending over, sifting through the slimy muck at the bottom.

The sunset bled red across the horizon.

As night crept in, the light faded inch by inch.

Everyone knew Vanessa was screwing with me. They all stood on the shore, watching, not saying a word.

Nobody was gonna stick up for some no-name assistant.

My fingers, pruned and pale from the icy water, came up caked in mud that slid off in clumps.

Suddenly, I was back in college, holed up in the lab, working on my senior project.

Hands clean and dry, handling test tubes, petri dishes, slides. Observing results, jotting down data.

My advisor and senior lab partner always said I had a gift, that I'd go far in research.

But life doesn't give regular wolves like me a break.

One little ripple can wipe out everything.

Three years had passed, but that life felt like it belonged to someone else.

Finally, when it was pitch dark, the stylist piped up. "Vanessa, found your ring. It was on the makeup table."

"Guess I left it there by mistake."

Vanessa took the ring and tossed it into her Hermès bag without a second thought.

"Come on up, Luna Ashvale. Get yourself cleaned up. Don't make it look like I'm picking on you."

After wrap, Alpha Lucian was coming to pick her up.

I sat, soaked to the bone, under a few pear trees just off the set.

No idea how long I was there before that sleek black Rolls-Royce pulled back around.

Alpha Lucian got out and walked over. "Go home and change."

I didn't look up.

His tone softened a touch. "Don't be mad at Vanessa. She's just in a mood. She'll get over it."

When I didn't answer, his patience ran dry. "That's enough, Luna Ashvale. Who're you sulking at?"

I sniffed, choking back tears, and tilted my head to meet his eyes.

"Alpha Lucian, it's been three years. Vanessa's back now."

"Let me go."

His expression shifted. "Go where?"

I grabbed my canvas bag and pulled out a document.

"I applied to a top grad school abroad for science. They sent me an acceptance letter."

Before I could finish, Alpha Lucian snatched the papers and tore them to shreds.

He grabbed my dripping wrist and shoved me into the car.

His warm hand pressed against my freezing arm, heat seeping through.

In the dim glow of the car's interior, his stare was ice-cold.

"Don't even think about it. You're not going anywhere."

"Luna Ashvale, you're my mate."