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Substitute Luna

"Genova is missing!" Sally yells so hard that she doesn't need a gong and a trumpet to make this announcement. These three words and audible gasps of shock from the workers outside put us all in panic. "How did you know?" Damon lets go of her, and she goes crashing on the floor due to her ill-judged movement. "She dumped the wedding dress inside a bathtub full of water, and I've spent over an hour searching everywhere for her," My stomach squeezes and tightens into knots, as I try to properly align the words I just heard. "Can it be that she eloped with an old lover?"  "Did she possibly develop a tad of cold feet before the wedding?" "Aside from smoking which of course is a bad habit, Genova is a nice girl. Alpha Cahill might be abusive because of his alleged monstrous nature," "Fucking worse timing of the century, isn't it?" Several uncertain questions are flying in the air, until my mother, Meredith Rose, slams her fist against the table in front of everyone, startling us all and gaining silence almost immediately  "Enough!" She bellows, her veins bulging out along her neck in exasperation. "We've got to figure out a way out of this, Or Alpha Cahill will shred us into pieces. The loans we are owing, your father's uncleared debts after his death. My fucking god, I can't believe Genova will do this to us," mom facepalms in distress, tapping her feet against the floor in frustration. "Let's go find her, it might be she's homesick already and wants some time alone," Archibald suggests, while he's being stopped by Sally with a raise of the hand. "Few of the workers formed a search party and one came with the news of someone seeing a tomboy who bears a striking resemblance to Genova, running away with a man." Sally points this out, and all three of my brothers exchange knowing looks, with their lips thinning. "Jack Snyder," they chorus and I gasp. I cannot believe she's ran away with that psycho ex of hers. Who in their right state of mind will ditch her own wedding with Alpha Cahill and run away with a man who's lost all sanity? My mom who has been silent all these while suddenly shivers-jolts, her eyes sparkling with certainty, then she points at me, the youngest Brewer sibling.  "You, Mathilda...you will have to take the place of your sister to marry Alpha Cahill." *** Mathilda's life changes when her elder sister runs away on her wedding day and she's being persuaded by her mother and brothers to protect them from an impending wicked fate until she reluctantly agrees to marry Alpha Cahill. She's left with no alternative but to adhere to not bring shame to the Alpha and put the lives of her family members at stake. Will she be able to cope with Alpha Cahill who doesn't regard her in any aspect, but is enraged and wouldn't let her go while he's in search of her elder sister? She's however, forced to reject her own mate after becoming the Luna of the Blackwood pack, and what she doesn't expect is to develop feelings for Alpha Cahill in the process of protecting her family. But she has no idea a lot is in store for her as Luna of the Blackwood pack.  The dreadful Luna Ritual if Cahill touches her and she gets pregnant, Cahill's half-brother who seems to be infatuated with her.  And having to face the jealous female population of the Blackwood and other neighboring packs. Puzzling circumstances are shoved into the picture when Cahill's actual, self-entitled Luna-wannabe mate comes out from nowhere and makes her presence known, perplexing him and hurting Mathilda. And just as Mathilda is contemplating if she and Cahill will be able to overcome everything and everyone, Genova Brewer returns. This leaves Mathilda wondering if Cahill will be with her or choose her sister, his first love over her. She's only a substitute for Luna, or isn't she?

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Cahill

Mathilda is doing a little tap-dance with her left foot from the museum's background monotonous music.

It's actually adorable because she thinks I am staring at the painting in front of me, unknown I am looking at her through my side glace.

On sensing I am turning my head in her direction, she immediately stops and turns red.

I can feel my lips curving upward into a smirk because it's a stunningly childish thing, yet befitting of being adored.

She steals a glance in my direction to see if I still have my eyes on her. And then flushes even more, with the resemblance of a tomato when she sees that my eyes are still on her.

I realize that I am staring at her more than even the hundreds of paintings here.