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One True Luna for Twin Alphas

Lyra has spent her life as a lowly slave in the Crescent Moon Pack, dreaming of escape. But on her eighteenth birthday, everything changes. Chosen as the pack's Luna and bound to the powerful and charismatic Alpha Asher, Lyra discovers she's a True Luna, one of the rarest and most powerful beings in the werewolf world. As Lyra grapples with her newfound powers, her world is turned upside down by the return of Lucian, Asher's twin brother. Once unfairly exiled and branded a traitor, Lucian has forged his own formidable pack and now stands as an Alpha in his own right. His reappearance awakens something wild within Lyra, challenging her bond with Asher. Caught between two irresistible forces, Lyra finds herself torn. Asher, with his commanding presence and unwavering determination to protect her. Lucian, exuding danger and rebellion, his very presence promising freedom and passion. Both Alphas are drawn to her, both claim her as their own, their rivalry threatening to reignite old wounds and shatter pack alliances. But Lyra's awakening has attracted darker forces. Rogue werewolves hunt her, coveting the power of a True Luna for their sinister purposes. As war looms and long-buried secrets surface, Lyra must navigate treacherous pack politics, harness her unpredictable abilities, and choose between the two captivating wolves who've claimed her heart. In a world where loyalty is everything and fate is written in the stars, can Lyra forge her own destiny? Or will the bonds of the past—and the allure of two powerful Alphas—drag her into a future she never imagined?

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Chapter 32: Absence of Alpha Shadow

(Lyra's POV)

I stood before the full-length mirror, my breath catching as I took in the sight of my wedding dress. It was, without a doubt, the most exquisite garment I had ever laid eyes on. The bodice hugged my curves perfectly, adorned with intricate lace patterns that seemed to shimmer with every movement. Thousands of tiny diamonds were meticulously sewn into the fabric, creating constellations that sparkled in the soft light of the dressing room.

The skirt flowed out from my waist in cascading layers of the finest silk, each tier edged with more of those twinkling diamonds. As I turned slowly, the gems caught the light, sending prisms dancing across the walls. The train stretched out behind me, easily ten feet long and just as lavishly decorated as the rest of the gown.