She didn’t let either Alpha Dawn or speak before she pulled away. I couldn’t even utter a word as she dragged from Alpha Dawn. My lips were sealed in terror.
I turned to catch Alpha Dawn’s reaction and couldn’t believe I saw him smirking over the rim of his champagne flute as he sipped gently, watching his Luna drag away.
Bastard.
Did he set up? Maybe he knew the Luna had brought a dress and deliberately made disregard her. Sneaky bastard.
Whatever it was, I had to be ready to face the music.
The Luna led down the stairs, blending with the crowd. Many recognized as the woman Alpha Dawn had introduced as his breeder; only a few did not. Those who recognized waved, smiled, and even offered small complints, agreeing with Alpha Dawn that I was indeed beautiful. But that wasn’t my worry.
The Luna, dressed in a sleeveless, stretch, open-back black dress, swept past bodies and people who recognized her as the Luna and paid their respects by bowing. So were fawning; others whispered to each other, "The Alpha is so lucky. She is so beautiful."
Indeed, he is.
She is gorgeous — the body of a model, the physique of a model, and the face of a goddess. She could easily pass as a model-star with multiple deals.
Still, that bastard is not content and wants whatever he wants with ? If I were in his shoes — God forbid — would I wish to kill such a gorgeous woman just to satisfy a fling? He is such a psychopath.
The Luna didn’t seem pissed as she led us into a room. The room had a table adorned with a variety of mouth-watering dishes. A man who looked to be in his late seventies sat at the head of the table, munching on grilled deer at. He was dressed in a well-tailored two-piece suit. His salt-and-pepper hair was slicked back neatly. He wore sunglasses.
"Mr. Crowe, your daughter is here."
My whole world stopped spinning.
He looked up from his grilled deer at and paused for a second.
"Co closer," he said, staring ahead of him.
I looked to the Luna, who passed a sweet smile; her red lipstick made the smile even more frightening.
With shaky legs, I moved closer to him. He stretched out his hand, signaling for to take it. I did, feeling the texture of his suit.
He was blind, I noticed — hence the sunglasses.
"Your hand," his fragile voice began, my heart pounding, "it’s still as soft as always."
I breathed.
"My daughter. How have you been?"
The Luna leaned toward and whispered in my ear, "He thinks you are his daughter. Don’t worry; he would not know a thing."
I swallowed and watched the man.
The Luna rounded the table and sat beside him, grabbing a fork to take a bite of the spicy crab at.
"Have a seat," she said. "We have a lot to discuss."
I nodded and sat across from her.
"Eat. You must be hungry," the Luna said, munching on the crab at.
I shook my head. "I’m fine."
"You did not wear the dress I gave you," she said, sipping wine from her cup.
I adjusted. "I wanted—"
"It’s fine. You don’t have to explain. I understand."
She does?
"I had a change of plan, but don’t worry — you are still useful to regardless."
Mr. Crowe ate in silence behind us, oblivious to our conversation. I studied him.
"Don’t worry about him. He won’t rember a thing from this night."
"So, you said you have a new plan?" I finally asked.
"Yes," she said, stabbing her fork into a shrimp and taking a bite. "We will go sowhere tomorrow. But before that, I want you to know this is a life-and-death mission, and any mistake from you or will cost both our lives."
I frowned. "What is the mission about?"
"You’ll find out soon enough. Do not let anyone know we had this conversation. If the Alpha learns of it, he will suspect what I’m trying to do, and there would be a bloodbath."
"Bloodbath?"
"As he ntioned during his opening speech earlier, this event marks the third year since the peace and alliances between all packs in the region. Any slip of the tongue from you can make that break. Do you understand?"
No. I did not. This sounded so tedious. How should I get myself into sothing that might not only get in trouble but also put all the packs in the region at risk?
"And what if I say no?"
She paused, dropping her fork on the plate. "Simple. You face the consequences. And let remind you of the said consequence in case you’ve forgotten: death. Execution. Ogas pretending to be elites always face death. In addition, I’ll say you seduced the Alpha to have sex with you by pretending to be an elite, and that would also cost you your loved ones. Everyone in your family tree will be wiped out. Think wisely."
I thought wisely and deeply as I sneaked back to my room.
I was so lost in thought that my head began to pound.
I avoided Alpha Dawn until I realized he probably didn’t care. He had watched his Luna drag away, fully aware that she could have killed if she wanted to. He probably thinks I’m dead by now. I really hope he maintains that energy. But knowing him, he’ll co crawling back the mont he finds out I’m alive.
Later that night, I slipped into my room, planning to retire to bed and silence all the thoughts running through my head.
When I switched on the light, my soul nearly left my body—soone was sitting on my bed, waiting for .
"Sable?" I echoed. "How did you get here?"
She rose to her feet, a smile spreading across her face. "I know of a plan that can make us swap."
I frowned. "What are you talking about?"
"You said we should swap the last ti I ca here, right?"
I did recall saying that. I nodded.
"So, I know soone who can make it happen. You’ll wear my face, and I’ll wear yours. She’s a witch—a friend of my grandmother. She’s very powerful. The spell would work in minutes."
"So... you want us to swap faces?"
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