My Irreplaceable Luna

poisoned whispers

Queen’s POV

I didn’t stop walking until the doors to the east wing slammed shut behind me.

My hands were shaking.

Not from fear—never fear—but from the humiliation still burning through my veins. The corridors that once welcomed my presence now felt like they were closing in on me, whispering her name.

Anna.

That fragile-looking thing had stood in front of me—calm, composed—like she already owned the air I breathed. Worse… Fenrir had let her.

No.

He hadn’t let her.

He had chosen her.

I replayed the scene over and over in my mind. The way he angled his body toward her. The way his voice softened when he spoke to her. The way his power—his terrifying, absolute authority—had bent subtly in response to her presence.

She hadn’t even accepted the bond.

And yet his wolf had listened.

My nails dug into my palms as I paced. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. I had waited. Watched. Positioned myself carefully. I had been patient while she arrived bruised and unsure, while everyone whispered about her weakness.

I was supposed to outlast her.

But Anna didn’t crumble.

She endured.

And worse—she commanded without trying.

“She thinks she’s superior,” I muttered, stopping in front of a mirror.

The reflection staring back at me looked furious… and afraid.

Because for the first time, I understood the danger.

Anna didn’t need to mark Fenrir to win him. She didn’t need to cling or beg. She didn’t need to bare her neck or submit her wolf.

She stood beside him—untouched, unclaimed—and still ruled the space between them.

That was power.

And it made my stomach twist.

If the bond completed, I would disappear. Not slowly. Not quietly.

I would be erased.

I inhaled sharply, forcing my mind to steady. Rage without strategy was useless. Fenrir valued strength, yes—but also control. And Anna’s greatest weapon was that she was still undecided.

So that’s where I would strike.

“She’s not ready,” I whispered. “And I will make sure she never is.”

I turned away from the mirror, already planning. Allies who disliked change. Elders who believed a Luna should be submissive, fully bonded, unquestioning. Wolves who would whisper that an unclaimed mate was a risk to pack stability.

Doubt.

That was how to poison a bond without ever touching it.

As I disappeared down the corridor, one thought burned bright and dangerous in my mind:

If Anna won’t kneel to fate… then I’ll make the pack turn against her.

And when Fenrir is forced to choose between his Alpha duties and a hesitant Luna—

I smiled coldly.

—we’ll see how strong their bond truly is.