His Undercover Luna

Chapter 2

Roxy

The week of revision dragged on, slow and torturous. Every exercise was intensified, twice as hard as usual, just to ensure we were truly ready.

The only thing keeping me from losing my mind from the pain was the promise that today, my father would finally reveal the plan. We would learn when we were scheduled to leave, how long we were expected to complete the mission, and all the other crucial details.

Aiden and I made our way to Father’s office as quickly as we could, eager to hear the news. Everyone who wasn’t involved in the mission had been sent out of the house before the meeting started. The information was highly confidential, something only the most trusted individuals could know. If it fell into the wrong hands, the consequences could be catastrophic.

As we entered the room, we saw both Beta Phillip and our father waiting for us, their faces radiating satisfaction and confidence.

"My pups!" Father beamed joyfully, pulling us into a warm hug.

We groaned at the nickname, though we didn’t resist the embrace. Father wasn’t usually the affectionate type, but he loved us deeply. He often said we were the reason he stayed sane after Mum died.

She passed away just a few months after we were born. Sometimes it hurt to live without a mother, but we never truly mourned her since we hadn’t known her personally. Despite that, we loved her in our own way. She was described as strong and loving, and from the pictures I’d seen, she was incredibly beautiful. She would always be a part of us, no matter what.

Father gestured for us to sit, and we took our seats across the table. Papers and documents were neatly arranged in front of him and Phillip, signaling that this was going to be a long meeting.

"So, as you know, you’ll be going undercover in our neighboring pack to carry out your mission," Father began, his tone shifting to the serious one we were used to. We matched his demeanor immediately.

"You leave next week," Phillip added casually, though I could see the excitement in his eyes.

Our seriousness dissolved as Aiden and I fist-bumped the air, whispering cheers of relief. Finally, the mission we’d trained for was within reach.

The meeting continued for quite a while. We learned that we would be going undercover as "chief warriors." Aiden’s role would involve learning their fighting techniques and strategies, while I would observe, take notes, and compile their moves and skills into a cohesive analysis. Essentially, I’d be acting as a warrior supervisor.

It felt odd, considering we were both fully trained warriors ourselves. Our acting skills would definitely need to come into play.

I could tell Aiden wasn’t thrilled about the arrangement. He’d have to take instructions from wolves who weren’t Alpha-blooded, despite knowing far more than they did. But Father convinced him to focus on the bigger picture, and eventually, he seemed content with the plan.

As for me, I wasn’t happy about spending years training just to "supervise." I protested until, after much back-and-forth, we reached a compromise: I’d be allowed to participate in the action occasionally, enough to avoid raising suspicion.

Father had arranged for us to stay in the Alpha house, which was perfect for gathering intel. We’d be right under their noses, and they wouldn’t suspect a thing.

We were given four months to complete the mission—the same length of time it would take to "complete training."

I was curious as to why the Truemoon Pack would allow us to stay with them, considering our history. Father explained that their old Alpha, the one who had attacked us, had died two years ago from unknown causes. His son, the new Alpha, had recently taken over.

"Since he’s new to the Alpha role, he’s eager to form alliances with other packs, regardless of their history," Father explained with a sly smile.

"He isn’t foolish," he continued, "but he was easy to convince. His inexperience works in our favor. You’ll be able to swoop in, gather the information, and get out before they realize what’s happening."

If only it were that simple.

The plan seemed sound. To the outside world, we were still the weak pack that had been invaded years ago. No one knew how much strength we had rebuilt under Father’s leadership. This would be our advantage.

Invasion wasn’t common in the werewolf community. Alphas usually respected each other’s territories, but there were always a few power-hungry exceptions. Those wolves revealed themselves only when a pack was at its weakest—like when we lost Mum. Father admitted he had been vulnerable after her death, and that was when the Truemoon Pack had struck.

This time, the tables would turn. The Truemoon Alpha’s inexperience gave us the upper hand. To some, it might seem ruthless, but they hadn’t hesitated to do the same to us.

"You know the rules," Father said, and we nodded. We’d heard them daily for the past five years.

"And finally, would you like to change your names for the mission?" he asked.

"Yes," Aiden said.

"No," I replied, our voices overlapping. It was unusual for us to disagree.

"It’s better to change our names, Rox," Aiden argued, his tone almost patronizing. "That’s the whole point of being spies."

I rolled my eyes. "No, it isn’t safe to change our names. Some of our former pack members live there now. What if they recognize us? Alpha blood has a distinct scent, and ours is even more recognizable. Plus, we resemble Mum. If anyone remembers the Alpha’s kids, they might connect the dots."

I paused, letting my reasoning sink in. "It’s better if we use our real names. No one will suspect that the Alpha’s kids are acting as chief warriors. Everyone already believes we’re the strongest wolves in the pack."

They seemed convinced, and I was grateful that they always kept an open mind during discussions. Compromising with them was never difficult.

We were ready. This was what we had trained for. Soon, we would be exactly who we were meant to be.

***

"You’re leaving for four months?!" Jane pouted, her arms crossed. "I’m going to be the only young woman here!"

"Yep," I replied, sighing. "My only company for the next four months is going to be Aiden. Lucky me."

Jane groaned dramatically, burying her face in her hands. "The testosterone here is going to kill me," she said, pulling back her hair to arch her eyebrows at me.

"You’ll survive," I said, hugging her tightly. I would miss her more than I wanted to admit.

Jane was more than a friend—she was like a sister. She kept me grounded, reminding me of my femininity in a world dominated by duty and training. Her presence made life feel normal, even if just for a little while.

"What if your mate is in that pack?" she asked suddenly.

I burst out laughing. "My mate? In that corrupt pack? Not a chance. And if he is, I wouldn’t want him. Duty first, pleasure later. Or never, in this case."

"It’s not that simple, Rox," Jane said quietly, her voice tinged with something I couldn’t quite place.

"Let’s just see," I replied with a shrug, brushing off her words.

Deep down, I hoped she was wrong. I didn’t want anything—or anyone—to distract me from the mission. This was too important.