The Luna Awakening

Aria's POV

Ever been in love with someone you can't be with? Crazy, right? Because that's actually my reality. I'm in love with my foster brother, Lucien.

And as if it doesn't get any better, I'm sitting in the VIP lounge with Lucien in Luxe and Velvet boutique, helping him pick out a dress for his girlfriend, Mara's birthday. My number one biggest hater and the queen of fake smiles.

He hands me a brown mini gown, one of the latest designer dresses on the resale market. It is dripping in luxury-the kind of drama Mara lives for. Definitely her type. She wouldn't dare trade a designer dress for anything in the world.

He brings it closer, surveying all its beauty before showing the dress to me.

"What do you think about the dress?" His questioning gaze meets mine.

His hazel eyes narrow in on me effortlessly, blinding and seductive. I can't ignore the fact that it makes me weak to my knees. I try not to look bothered that those eyes are piercing deep into my soul, and I can't get enough of it.

"It is magnificent, definitely the latest design on the market," I say, catching my breath before proceeding. "She will definitely love it. You should go with this."

"Definitely. I'll just put this aside while I go through the rest of them."

"You should. It's indeed a lovely dress," I say, and he turns towards the sales attendant.

"Show us some more dresses." His alpha tone is commanding and, at the same time, alluring.

I sip from my champagne glass while I watch as she parades some more dresses. While this is going on, I can't help but wish he knew about the romantic feelings I harbor for him. I know he shouldn't; Mara seems to be all he thinks about right now. I mean, why wouldn't he? She is from a beta bloodline and also one of the strongest high-ranking wolves. While I, on the other hand, am no more than a low-ranking Omega. Mara never fails to remind me about this whenever we get into heated altercations.

Lucien, on the other hand, only encourages me in his own way, but somehow his focus always drifts toward Mara. This alone makes my heart ache. Mom and Dad also encourage me, telling me to strive to be better. Though adopted, I never felt or was treated as inferior, but always showered with love and care.

Lucien relaxes into the sofa. Just then, something catches his fancy; a pink mini gown at the rear end of the rack. He calls out to the sales attendant to bring it nearer. She removes the dress from the rack and takes it to him.

The dress is even better than the last, I know once I glance at it. He observes the dress, then holds it out in midair just enough for me to see and give my thoughts on it.

"What do you think about this color?" he says.