✅ Swapped Luna: Complete

She has been reincarnated as a Luna to an Alpha that despises her.

ALPHA THORNE despises his mate. He met her a month ago, and she has already shown her greed, unfaithfulness, and cruelty. He will never love the evil woman but keeps her by his side because she cannot be denied her title of Luna.

When she gets in an accident, he wishes her dead. Little does he know that the moon goddess heard his prayers and made them come true.

VICTORIA is a human dying of cancer. As she draws her final breath, she expects peaceful darkness. Instead, she awakens in a healthy werewolf's body. But not just any werewolf. She's a pack Luna.

Victoria has been given a new chance at life. A healthy body and a wealthy position. But she takes one glance at her leering Alpha and mate, who looks ready to tear her apart, and wonders if she was better off dying from cancer.

She wants to escape the cold man but is on an entirely new territory. With no knowledge of the werewolf world, she's forced to live with a mate who despises her for unknown reasons.

Her only option is to try and melt the ice in his heart, but this is proven a challenge because he thinks she's still the evil woman who once owned Victoria's body.

* This story fully complies with Patreon’s Community Guidelines.

She has been reincarnated as a Luna to an Alpha that despises her.

ALPHA THORNE despises his mate. He met her a month ago, and she has already shown her greed, unfaithfulness, and cruelty. He will never love the evil woman but keeps her by his side because she cannot be denied her title of Luna.

When she gets in an accident, he wishes her dead. Little does he know that the moon goddess heard his prayers and made them come true.

VICTORIA is a human dying of cancer. As she draws her final breath, she expects peaceful darkness. Instead, she awakens in a healthy werewolf's body. But not just any werewolf. She's a pack Luna.

Victoria has been given a new chance at life. A healthy body and a wealthy position. But she takes one glance at her leering Alpha and mate, who looks ready to tear her apart, and wonders if she was better off dying from cancer.

She wants to escape the cold man but is on an entirely new territory. With no knowledge of the werewolf world, she's forced to live with a mate who despises her for unknown reasons.

Her only option is to try and melt the ice in his heart, but this is proven a challenge because he thinks she's still the evil woman who once owned Victoria's body.

* This story fully complies with Patreon’s Community Guidelines.

She has been reincarnated as a Luna to an Alpha that despises her.

ALPHA THORNE despises his mate. He met her a month ago, and she has already shown her greed, unfaithfulness, and cruelty. He will never love the evil woman but keeps her by his side because she cannot be denied her title of Luna.

When she gets in an accident, he wishes her dead. Little does he know that the moon goddess heard his prayers and made them come true.

VICTORIA is a human dying of cancer. As she draws her final breath, she expects peaceful darkness. Instead, she awakens in a healthy werewolf's body. But not just any werewolf. She's a pack Luna.

Victoria has been given a new chance at life. A healthy body and a wealthy position. But she takes one glance at her leering Alpha and mate, who looks ready to tear her apart, and wonders if she was better off dying from cancer.

She wants to escape the cold man but is on an entirely new territory. With no knowledge of the werewolf world, she's forced to live with a mate who despises her for unknown reasons.

Her only option is to try and melt the ice in his heart, but this is proven a challenge because he thinks she's still the evil woman who once owned Victoria's body.

* This story fully complies with Patreon’s Community Guidelines.

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VICTORIA

I've always been amused by my name. It means a victor; a winner. And yet I've won absolutely nothing in this life.

I've been dealt a shit hand of cards. At twenty four years, I'm bedridden with terminal cancer. Abandoned by family—although I can't blame them. Asking them to sell their house to afford treatment so their daughter could live an extra few months sounded like another shit hand of cards.

I was born in the wrong century. Maybe if I was born before the great werewolf wars, where humans weren't forced into an impoverished Europe and forced to struggle with famine and disease, I would have survived. But not many people from my hometown make it past 30, and it's my time to kick the bucket.

I can feel death coming. It's a weird sensation. The cold numbness in the tips of my fingers although it's a fierce summer outside. The longer dreams I've been having, as if my brain is playing the afterparty before shutting all the lights out.

I've prepared for my passing already. Cremation, not burial. And I don't want my ashes to be spread in the ocean, because knowing my luck I would land in a spot freshly-pissed-by-a-kid.

I requested my few books to be donated to the library, and for my stupid little sticky notes to be left for the next person to enjoy. I pride myself in the commentary I've written.

And I want a headstone to be installed in the graveyard for me. Reason of death: breaking neck falling from a tree while attempting to rescue a cat. This request hasn't quite been accepted yet, but I hope it does. It sounds like a more eventful death than cancer.

I try to deal with life with humor. It's the only thing this fucking disease hasn't been able to take from me.

"Hey, how are you feeling?" Asks my friend, sliding past the plastic curtain that separates me from the eight other patients crammed in this room.

She's a nurse. The only person that cares about me anymore.

I'm not doing well. But I don't have the heart to tell her that I can sense my end is near. I'm so weak I can't lift my head anymore. Death is at my door. I will pass away soon.

I inhale, trying to find strength without wheezing. "I get worse every time you ask me that question. I think it's time to change it up. How about 'hey, I hope you feel like shit today.' Maybe then I'll have some change of luck."

All I can do is fake my strength and spirit; use my cold, grumpy demeanor to appear my normal self. I don't want goodbyes. I don't want tears.

I just want for this illness to fucking end me so that I can stare at the peaceful, eternal blackness. The stained ceiling above me has become an eyesore.

It's said that humans experience a Black Death while werewolves get to meet their moon goddess. Humans are considered the duller soul. Weak and detached from nature. Our gods and religion have never been proven to exist. I've always been attracted to werewolf folklore; mainly because I envied their healing abilities. I always figured that if I was a werewolf, cancer would have never poisoned me.

But I was born with no luck. A human with a lesser soul. And it's time to return to the dust I was raised from.

I'm ready. I've had enough wasting away on this bed.

"Alright. Let's check your vitals and give you your medicine."

"No," I interjected with all my strength. "I just want to rest today."

Why take medicine that's better suited for another patient that actually stands a chance of survival? I'm finished. I'm going to end up in a bodybag tonight. Hopefully shoved into an oven before I start to decompose and stink up the place.

Do they have freezers in the morgue? I guess I'm about to find out.

"Come on, Victoria. You know you can't—"

"Please, Lily. Please just go," I whisper, my voice weak. I am tired of fighting. "I'll see you tomorrow, friend."

She sighs and stares at me with eyes that I swear can see through me. There's something about Lily...something that makes me uneasy although I consider her a friend. I've never been able to put my finger on it, but she has always been kind to me so I never cared.

"Okay. I'll let you be. Get some rest."

I sigh, exhausted. My eyelids are heavy although I'm not sleepy. My body feels like it's underwater and sinking.

"I'll pray for you," she says, her eyes flashing a lighter color.

But I probably just hallucinated that. I'm at the edge of death, losing my grasp on reality. Once I fall asleep tonight, I will be no more.

"Bye, Lily. Take care."

The curtain shuts, and I'm locked in my coffin. Walls made of plastic. A soft bed beneath me, flattened by my constant weight. Machines beeping and patients having hushed chats. Tomorrow morning, when my body is discovered, I'll be their topic of conversation.

Well, it's been a fun ride.

My family isn't here to watch me go. But that's okay. I prefer to be alone. I've been alone for such a long time that it has become comforting. Alone means not being disappointed or heartbroken. Alone means safety.

I close my eyes and breathe raspy. Terrified but excited to escape this unlucky existence.

I feel myself sinking, a pitch darkness taking over me.

This is it. Freedom.

I blink, and light explodes around me. I gasp and sit up, a mane of hair falling over my shoulder. That's odd. I cut off all my hair long ago so the chemotherapy wouldn't take it from me.

I'm laying in a bed of grass, far away from the hospital. My hands are...manicured? Not their usual pale, frail selves.

This isn't my hair. These aren't my clothes. And this healthy, tanned skin is definitely not mine.

"Luna, Luna!" 

Yell unknown of voices.

I turn and find three women running toward me, screaming in horror.

Who the fuck is Luna?

"H...Hey, y'all. What level of hell is this? Purgatory? I just kicked the bucket a few minutes ago. Can you take me to the orientation?"

Even this voice isn't mine.

"Don't worry, Luna. The Alpha is on his way."

Alpha? The Alpha of what, Hell? Is Satan on his way to personally greet me?

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