Chasing his Amnesiac mate: The lycan king's true Luna.

The scent of jasmine and sandalwood, the scent of the home, I and my mate Kaelin was what drew me forward. My heart hammered a frantic rhythm. After all the whispered doubts, the pitying glances, the years of waiting for my wolf to finally stir, this was it. The Moon Goddess hadn't forsaken me instead she had given me Kaelen.

My hand trembled as I pushed open the heavy oak door to the arranged mateship chamber. It was our sanctuary for the next three days, a place to complete the sacred bond. "Kaelen?" I called, my voice soft fl with a hope so bright it hurt.

The scene that greeted me didn't shatter my world. It vaporized it.

The air left my lungs in a single, choked gasp. Kaelen, my Kaelen, was tangled in the silken sheets of the ceremonial bed. And beneath him, her blonde hair a stark, familiar halo on the pillow, was my sister, Seraphina.

A cold that had nothing to do with the evening air seeped into my bones. I couldn't move, couldn't speak. I was a statue carved from disbelief.

Seraphina's eyesuttered open, and a slow, cruel smile spread across her lips. It was a look of pure, venomous triumph. Kaelen followed her gaze, his expression shifting from passion to a cold, hard annoyance.

"Winora," he said, his voice devoid of the warmth I had cherished for the past year. He didn't even have the decency to look ashamed. He just looked... inconvenienced.

"What..." The word was a broken whisper. "What is this?"

"This," Seraphina purred, stretching languidly like a satisfied cat, "is what happens when a man gets tired of waiting for a broken mate."

My gaze flew to Kaelen. "You... you said you loved me and would wait for me to shift. You promised."

He finally sat up, the sheet pooling around his waist. He ran a hand through his dark hair, a gesture I had once found so endearing. Now, it just looked arrogant. "I was young and foolish. The Moon Goddess doesn't make mistakes, they say but looking at you at a wolf who can't even summon her other half after three years..." He shrugged, a careless, brutal motion. "Perhaps the Goddess was simply testing me and I've failed or perhaps... she led me to my true mate." He looked at Seraphina as the tenderness in his eyes was a blade straight through my heart.

"True mate?" I choked out, the words tasting like ash. "She's my sister!"

"And you are a disgrace," Seraphina said, her voice dripping with false pity. She slid out of bed wrapping a sheet around her perfect, curvy body. The body that had already shifted. The body that was worthy. "The Alpha's first daughter unable to fulfill her most basic duty. It's embarrassing, really for all of us. Kaelen is a future Alpha. He needs a Luna who is whole."

My hands clenched into fists at my sides, my nails digging into my palms. "You planned this."

"I facilitated fate," she corrected stepping closer. We shared the same father, the same golden brown eyes, the same stubborn chin. People always said we looked alike but where I was the quiet, diligent shadow, she was the radiant, demanding sun. Now, I saw the rot beneath the radiance. "He was weakening, Winora. All those months of your... deficiency... it was wearing him down. A mate has needs. I just helped him see what was right in front of him."

I looked past her, at the man I had loved with every fiber of my being. The man I had dreamed of building a life with. "Kaelen, please Look at me. This isn't you."

He met my eyes "It's over, Winora. I, Kaelin, alpha of the silver mist Pack, reject you as my mate." He recited the words as if reading from a grocery list. "I don't love you. I never did. The Goddess can't have fated me to a Luna who hasn't shifted in three years. It's unnatural."

The rejection hit me like a physical blow. A searing ripped through my soul. The nascent bond that had been a source of hope, a golden thread connecting my heart to his, snapped. I stumbled back, a silent scream tearing at my throat. My wolf dormant and silent for so long, let out a

agonized howl within me. It was the first time I had truly felt her, it was in the moment of our greatest devastation.

Tears streamed down my face. I was an Alpha's daughter, who was supposed to be strong but in that moment, I was nothing but a hollowed out shell.

Seraphina watched me crumble with a satisfied glint in her eye. She sauntered over her bare feet silent on the stone floor. She leaned in, her voice a conspiratorial whisper that was more devastating than any shout.

"Don't cry, sister. It's pathetic but I have an idea. A way to save us all from this... awkwardness." She gestured between herself, Kaelen, and me. "We look enough alike In the dark, no one would know the difference." Her smile widened, a predator's grin. "Since your mateship is over before it began and mine has just begun... why don't we switch back places? You can go to the ceremonial feast as the rejected daughter. I'll stay here, in the warm bed with my mate. It's what's best for the pack. It's what's best for everyone. No one has to know about your shame."

She paused, letting the poison of her words sink in, her eyes glittering with malice. "Unless, of course, you'd prefer to explain to Father and the entire pack why the future Alpha chose me over his defective, unshifted, worthless firstborn? Think of the scandal, the humiliation. Just... let me have this. It's the only way you'll ever be anything other than a burden."

The proposal hung in the air, a final, soul

crushing blow. To be rejected was one thing and to be asked to be the accomplice in my own erasure. I stared at her, at her triumphant face, at Kaelen's impassive one behind her and the last fragile piece of my heart shattered into dust.