Who is the True Luna?

My Alpha and mate will finally be proposing to me.

Clutching the small velvet box with both of my hands, the gold-and-ruby ring stared back at me. It seemed to also whisper my name engraved on its side.

“Bella...Bella,” the ring seemed to purr.

I can’t contain my excitement. I just finished taking a shower when I spotted the velvet box inside a cabinet where my Alpha Rowan seemed to have forgotten to close.

I am Isabela Duncan, daughter of the Alpha of the Moon Dream Pack. I met Alpha Rowan Reeds during a Winter Ball held by my pack. And when our eyes first met, when our mating bond snapped, I have moved since then in the pack he’s ruling: The Moonstone Pack.

“Bella...My Bella,” that was what he called me the night of our meeting. And since then, I can’t wait to be his forever during our mating ceremony!

My phone rang, and my daydreaming was cut short. It was Rowan, and he’s calling me. It’s ten in the evening.

“Rowan! I can’t believe you’re about to propose to me—”

My excitement faded when it was not Rowan’s iconic sweet voice that echoed on the other line.

“Bella...come for me, please. I might have drunk a little bit more than I expected.” Rowan’s slurred and drunk voice almost made me halt and yell at him and throw the phone in the wall. I did none of those.

“Where are you, Alpha?” It was a heavy yet easy question.

For the past weeks, he’d been drinking more often. And that’s the root of the argument we mostly had that ended in a fight.

Though all of our fights ended up in us apologizing to each other and making love.

“I’m at the birthday party of one of my Betas. He’s—I can’t expect to not be here, Bella. Johnson is like a brother...to...me...and...you...know...that.”

He sounds like he just stood up and while holding a glass of beer on the other hand as he gulped down that liquor while his heavy sighing and groaning can still be heard by my ears.

“Rowan...where are you?” was all I asked. I massaged my forehead, eager for my temper to remain at bay.

“Johnson...will...text...you...the...address—” And then I hear a thud. He knocked himself on the ground.

“For the Moon Goddess’ sake, Rowan!”

I didn’t let myself cry as I grabbed my trench coat and car keys. Why is that when our mating ceremony is approaching nearer, he’d been indulging himself in the liquor more?

Doesn’t he want to be mated to be? Is he just forced to love me and be mated to me?

The thoughts echoed in my head like how Rowan’s voice was still playing in my mind.

‘We can’t get angry,’ my wolf told me. ‘Perhaps he’s just drinking, that’s all...’

But I know deep down, it’s not. So I just silenced my thoughts and kept driving.

The thoughts lingered as I pulled my car to a stop in front of the forest clearing where Beta Johnson’s party was being held.

But I instantly froze when I spotted him. His friends were gathered around the bright bonfire, the moon above shining down on their shirtless bodies.

My Alpha Rowan was sitting atop a tree trunk. A female—the only female I recognize among the males—was sitting atop his lap. Leaning into the crook of his neck while their hands are holding tightly.

With my she-wolf hearing, his affectionate words sent my knees crashing in the ground. “Bella, I knew you’d come. You’re always one call away and you never stopped caring for me even in my worst...”

He said those words in a straight voice and an un-drunken expression.

And he called her Bella.

But who is she?

Am I not Bella? Am I not the only Bella of his life?