Alpha’s Mistaken Luna

I walked through the woods barefoot as the wind brushed against my skin. My breath grew shallow and my heart raced while I moved between the trees. The hem of my long red dress dragged along the forest floor until I saw a door standing alone ahead of me. I stopped in my tracks and hesitated before slowly reaching for the handle and pulling it open. I walked straight into the arms of a man. The moment I was close, his scent filled my senses in a way that felt familiar and overwhelming. It was him again. Even though I couldn’t see his face, I felt him in my soul. He lifted his hands and cupped my face while I let my fingers trail over the hard lines of his abs. The tension between us thickened until it felt heavy and charged, and I bit my lip without meaning to. He caught my mouth in a single move and our lips met slowly at first, as if he was savoring the moment. Then everything deepened. He lifted me easily and moved us to the bed, laying me down as he hovered above me. The kiss grew more intense and unhurried yet consuming, and I melted beneath him because I knew without question that this was where I belonged. He kissed my cheeks and his mouth lingered as it traced my jaw before drifting down to my neck. A moan slipped out before I could stop it and my eyes rolled back as I took in every sensation. Slowly, everything around me began to blur. His touch started to feel distant, and then I heard a faint voice calling my name. The voice grew louder. My eyes flew open as I gasped for air, my chest rising and falling rapidly. My own voice echoed off the walls of the room, loud and insistent, calling for me to wake up. I shoved the pillow down with a groan as irritation washed over me and reality settled in. I was still trapped in my sister’s body and it had already been two days. “f**k you, universe,” I muttered under my breath as I slowly dragged myself out of bed. I moved toward the mirror because I was already dreading what I would see, and there she was staring back at me. My sister’s face and my sister’s eyes. I let out a long sigh as frustration settled deep in my chest. I still couldn’t wrap my head around it. Even trapped in her body, I was having the same dream about the faceless man who haunted my sleep. It was more vivid than ever and more intimate too. It was like whatever tied us together did not care whose skin I was wearing. Soft footsteps sounded outside my room and before I could turn, the door flew open. I stared at my reflection, or rather my sister staring back at me with her arms crossed and her expression tight with impatience. “Didn’t I tell you I have work today?” she asked, her tone sharp. “Yes, and I told you I wasn’t going anywhere.Not when I’m trapped inside your body,” I shot back as I paced the room, my hands running through my hair in frustration. She stared at me like I had lost my mind. “And whose fault is that? Who found that box in the basement in the first place, huh?” Hearing my own voice coming from her mouth did something strange to me. It made my chest tighten because it felt like I was arguing with myself. A laugh slipped out before I could stop it, short and humorless. “You are not doing this right now, Celeste. Stop trying to pin everything on me when what happened involved both of us. We both touched that box, remember?” She opened her mouth to respond but the words seemed to catch in her throat. Her shoulders dropped slightly and some of the fight drained out of her. “You know what,” she said finally as she exhaled, “let’s not go over this again. Just please go to work as me for a few days. Buy us some time until we can track down the family who lived here before us.” Before I could say anything, her phone rang. The color drained from her face and she answered immediately, pressing a finger to her lips to shush me. She barely spoke and only gave a few clipped responses, but I did not need words to know who it was. Her expression said everything. When she hung up, she turned to me and glared. “It’s my boss,” she snapped. “Yena, please, for the love of God, we need to go to work. I cannot lose my job.” I wanted to retaliate and the words were already sitting on my tongue, but I stopped myself. There was nothing I could say that would make her let me stay, not when she had a thing for her boss. She would skin me alive if I made her lose her job. None of this would have happened if it were not for that stupid box. Now everything in our lives felt wrong and nothing made sense anymore. How were we supposed to explain this to anyone? How do you tell people that you and your sister had swapped bodies and were just living like it was normal? The thought alone made my head ache, so I did what she asked. I took a quick shower and let the hot water steady my thoughts before I dressed in her work clothes. They still did not feel like mine. She barely gave me time to adjust before dragging me downstairs and into her car. A few minutes later, we were on the road and heading to her job and whatever awaited me there. I had a bad feeling this was only the beginning. “Just do exactly what I told you, Yena. And if you don’t understand anything, just call me,” she said as we stood at the entrance of her workplace. I nodded while my heart pounded hard in my chest. When I turned, my gaze lifted to the massive building in front of me. MB MultiCorp was written boldly across the glass and it was impossible to miss. “Remember my boss,” she began, lowering her voice. “He comes off very intimidating—” “Arrogant? Cold?” I cut in with a small grin. “Yeah, I know. You’ve told me that countless times. I still don’t understand how you ended up falling in love with him.” She ignored my comment and pushed me through the doors, waving at me as if this was all perfectly normal. The moment I was inside and alone, I let out a deep breath I did not realize I had been holding. I glanced around and was suddenly aware of how unfamiliar everything felt. The receptionist sat behind the desk while phones rang softly and workers moved past with purpose. A few of them smiled at me because they clearly recognized Celeste, and I returned their smiles automatically even though my stomach twisted. The truth was that I did not even know where I was supposed to go. Everything she had told me vanished from my head the second I stepped inside. I could feel eyes on me and the weight of being watched, so I moved closer to the elevators and hoped I looked like I knew what I was doing. That was when I bumped into a familiar face. It was Greg, one of Celeste’s friends from work. “Finally decided to show your face, Jenkins. You’re late,” he said as he eyed me while I adjusted myself. I could only offer a polite smile. He frowned at me. “What are you smiling for? He wants to see you now. Let’s go.” My heart dropped and I followed him. I walked beside him through the hallway until he finally stopped in front of a door. I already knew where we were. He glanced at me with worry written all over his face. “He’s furious right now. Don’t make it worse,” he murmured as he gave my shoulder a quick pat before walking away. I stood there frozen and my heart pounded so loudly it felt like it might echo through the hall. I was not sure what to do or how to move. My eyes drifted to the door with the initials MB etched neatly into the surface. My stomach twisted as I slowly pushed it open and took small, careful steps inside. I saw him immediately. He stood by the glass wall and stared out at the city below with his back turned to me. I stayed quiet because I was afraid to breathe too loudly. Then, as if he sensed me there, he slowly turned around. Our eyes met. And just like that, everything came rushing back. The same pull I felt in my dreams slammed into me without warning. My stomach churned and my body tensed as something deep inside me responded to his presence. I did not understand it, but I felt it. Whatever this was, it didn’t belong to the body I was in.