My Miracle Luna
Chapter 91

{Alessandro's

P.O.V.)

"EGOR!!! GET IN HERE!!!"

"Yes, master!?"

"Did you feel that?"

"Feel what, my liege?" I looked at my disfigured little helper and constantly wonder why I have kept him around all these millenniums. But then I remember that his mother was my sister and I promised to watch over him until someone drove a stake through his heart or ripped off his head. Which, my last Primordial bride almost did. Iliana, she was quite the beauty. Hence why Egor's face is disfigured.

"The power of the Primordial," I answered.

"I'm sorry master, but I don't feel her power the way you do, no one does," he replied with his head bowed. That's the answer I wanted to hear. I want to make sure that only I, Alessandro Barbaneagra, am the only vampire that can feel her power.

"It was strong, stronger than before," I say as I linger on the powerful aura that my makes my skin crawl with delight. This Ryan, or Rylee as she likes to be called has to be the most beautiful Primordial to have ever existed. Long luscious wavy blonde hair, chocolate eyes, peach cheeks, radiant smile, and petite frame. She was beyond perfect to be my bride.

Over the many millennia, I have been alive, I've learned how to hone in on the Primordial. Though this only happens after her bond with her mate is severed. Regardless if it is rekindled; I always find them. This time will be no different, as I know exactly where she is. That Alpha from Halfmoon was an i***t to let me know where she had gone. Knowing that she was once the Luna to the Blue Lake pack, all I've had to do was wait for her to go back to her mate. They always go back to their mate, and sure enough, Rylee was no different.

"Egor,"

"Yes, master,"

"Ready the plane, we are going back to America,"

"Sir, why not just shimmer?"

"Because I will not be coming back alone,"

"Yes, master," he retreated backward and left my chamber. I stared at the photo of Rylee and traced her beauty with my fingertips. I refused to fail this time. I had the perfect remedy to make sure that she conceived immediately, and that my heirs will be carried to full term. No more miscarriages, no more stillborn, and no more early deaths from disease. This is the time that my bloodline will reign supreme. I will destroy all of humanity, and my children will conquer the supernatural world.

I put her photo away safely in my pocket and made my way out of my chamber. I called my driver to get the car ready and in no time at all, we were on our way to the airport. Though this flight will take many hours, I have waited almost three centuries for this day, so another couple of days won't hurt. {Megan's P.O.V.}

I kept my head down as Wyatt paced the bedroom back and forth. I knew he was angry the moment he got home. Kendrick had to go open his big mouth and told him about my fight with my fake self and that we had both used our powers. Wyatt has not said a word to me since he got home. Though he really doesn't have to, his thoughts say it all.

"Tink, I just..." he starts and stops. He grunts and groans and keeps pacing, "...I just can't believe that you would do something so f*****g reckless," he finally said to me.

"I'm sorry, Wyatt,"

"It's not about being sorry!" he shouted at me. "We have been doing everything to make sure the vampire doesn't pick up on your powers, and the moment that you're antagonized, you go and use them, in full force!" I lowered my head. "It's bad enough we have a fake you walking around the castle, and stirring things up, but you two just had to go and fight with each other! I told you to stay away from her until we figured out who she really is,"

"I know, I just couldn't help myself!" I shouted at him. "Do you know how insane all of this is for me!? I mean, I practically fought with myself with my own powers! I'm my own rival! Do you realize that in my case it's not just a saying anymore!?"

"No, I don't know how insane this is for you, but have you thought about it from my perspective!? I'm the Alpha, and as of right now, from everyone else's standpoint, my destined mate who rejected me is walking around while the real her is currently disguised as my mistress and chosen mate!" I furrowed my brows and pouted my bottom. "No, you don't get to play the innocent one in this!" he pointed at me.

"What did you expect me to do then! Just idly sit by while this...Thing... Tried to wiggle her way into your life and try to stake a claim on you, like you're her actual mate!? I'm the real Rylee!"

"I know that I would never allow anyone or anything to ruin us again. We've been through too much to let anything happen to us now, but it's not just about us anymore, we have Sam," I tensed up when he mentioned Sam. "Megan, I know that you're the real Rylee, that you are my dearest, and that you're the one that gave birth to our son. But you need to think like his mother and not just as my mate. You said it yourself that in your premonition the vampire threatens him," "Oh my god,"

"Your fight with the fake you could bring the vampire right to us and put our entire pack at risk,"

"I'm sorry, Wyatt. I didn't...Oh god, what have I done?" I started to panic realizing my mistake. "What's done is done, and what we're going to do is work through this one step at a time,"

"How?"

"The first step is we need to prepare for the vampire's arrival. I do not doubt in my mind that he's going to find you,"

"But he doesn't know what I look like,"

"True, but he knows your power and your aura. I can guarantee that once he gets here, it won't take him long to figure out who you are,"

"Wait,"

"What?"

"The fake me,"

"What about her?"

"She emits the same powerful aura that I do, what if he senses her and not me,"

"Megan, I doubt a fake you can have all of your Primordial powers,"

"What if she does? Maybe we can use her to set a trap for him,"

"Megan, you said it yourself you don't think she's an actual living person, which means, if he tries to breed with her, she can't get pregnant, he's going to know something is wrong, and he may try and come back," "Ugh, then what do you suppose we do,"

"I think you need to start practicing how to kill him, the way William taught you,"

"But, if I try to go up against him, he's going to know I'm the Primordial and not the fake Rylee,"

"I know, but you heard what William said. Once you have Sam, you will come into your full powers. And now that vampire knows you exist, you need to start training again,"

"But, what if people see?"

"Then they see, and we blow our cover," my mouth dropped when he said that. "Eventually, everyone is going to find out the truth, but I'm just...Wait," "What?"

"We don't need to blow our cover, I think I know what we can do,"

"Are you going to share?"

"Not yet, I need to go speak with Rylee," he kissed my forehead and just left the room. I scoffed at him and just stood there in the middle of our room at a complete loss. What was he planning, and why couldn't I read his thoughts all of a sudden? I swear, I think Wyatt has figured out a way to block my telepathy and it's quite irritating.

I wanted to follow him, and eves drop on him, but Sam started to cry, so I had no choice but take care of him while Wyatt went to go see the fake me.

The next day, Wyatt didn't go to work, but what he did do, was train with the fake me. He was doing the training that I used to do with William with the fake arrows. As I watched from the window, I could see her smiling and it was so creepy to see myself this way. Her powers were spot on though. She stopped every arrow, she threw Blade into the air with no problem, and what really freaked me out was that she could control the elements the way I could.

"It's weird seeing the Alpha and the old Luna together like that again," I heard an Omega whisper.

"Do you think he will take her back?" another asked.

"He had a pup with the current Luna, he can't take back the old Luna," someone else answered. "Well, what if he claimed them both?" the first Omega said.

"Oh my gosh, how scandalous," another replied and they all giggled. I heard them gasp when they saw me, and they scurried away. Apart of me was honestly contemplating staying Megan, but with this fake me running around, I've come to realize that I don't like not being in my own skin. Megan was never meant to be permanent. She was just a temporary solution until I gave birth to Sam, and left Michigan. But that never happened.

Even though Wyatt says he can love me in any skin, I don't think I could love myself. I miss being me. I miss being Rylee Duquesne. The ten-year-old who survived the m******e of her pack, who was a slave for eight years to the pack who killed her family, the girl who found her true love after she thought all hope was lost. Rylee is the survivor and the fighter, not Megan. Megan is just a disguise, not a living person. She exists because of magic, Rylee exists because of sacrifice, will power, and the perseverance to fight on. As I kept watching Wyatt and the fake me train, I decided that once the vampire was killed, that once I kill him, I want to go back to being Rylee. I don't want to be Megan Campbell, even if that means I remain dead to the world. My parents didn't protect me and die for nothing. They died so that I can live, and I refuse to hide who I am because of what people may think. I've been to hell and back, and I've survived it all.

I saw that they were finished with training, and I expected them to just come inside, but instead, the fake me ran into Wyatt's arms and kissed him. I wanted to rip her shreds, but I paused a second. Why wasn't I in pain? Wyatt is technically kissing someone else, but I'm not in pain.

Kaleigh, why aren't we in pain?

Rylee, that...Thing...She's you.

I know that she's me, but she's not really me.

No, Rylee. She is you. I sensed it during your fight yesterday. She doesn't have a wolf, but she is you.

Kaleigh, you're not making sense.

Rylee, I believe that she may be a magical clone.

What!?

Yes, I truly believe it. That's why she has no mind and no other thoughts. She's not a real person or a living person, but she is in fact you. That's why her kissing Wyatt doesn't hurt us. She is you. She is his mate, just as much as you are.

After Kaleigh said that, my mouth dropped in shock. This thing, this fake me, was a clone. Who would make a clone of me, and why? {Wyatt's P.O.V.}

When Rylee's clone kissed me, I was surprised and speechless at the same time. Somehow, not sure how, but I felt the sparks coming from the clone. I couldn't help but kiss her back. It felt like I was kissing the real Rylee. Everything about the clone felt like the real deal.

That's when I realized that Megan could never compare to Rylee. Even though they were the same, Megan was only a façade, and Rylee was my mate, my love, the mother to my pup. As much as I loved Megan, I realized that I only loved her because I knew that she was Rylee in disguise.

I pulled away from the clone, and she smiled really big. The beautiful radiant smile that I missed.

"See, I knew you still loved me," she said to me.

"Rylee,"

"Wyatt, leave Megan and come back to me,"

"I can't just leave her, we have a son together," I tell her even though I knew this conversation was somewhat pointless. "Rylee, I need to go speak with Megan. I'm fairly certain that she felt us kissing, and I need to be sure she doesn't do anything drastic," "But Wyatt,"

"Training is over. Go get cleaned up for lunch," I tell her and walk away. I hear her scoff and groan in frustration. Everything about this clone was the same.

Well, what did you expect?

What do you mean, Blade?

Even though this Rylee is a clone, she is made from our mate's DNA. She is Rylee. She is our mate.

What?

Wyatt, there is no difference between Megan, who is our mate in disguise, or this clone of our mate, because it is as you always say, they are the same.

I stopped midtrack when he said that and looked back at the clone who was sulking. The same kind of sulking Rylee always did when she didn't get her way. The kind of sulking that made me give in to her all the time so I could make her smile again.

I shook off my thoughts and ran to find Megan. Because we haven't got around to her marking me, we still can't mind link, but now I'm thinking if I want Megan to mark me or not. Even though Megan bears my mark, it doesn't do anything to Rylee's real identity because she also bears my original mark.

"Megan, are you in here?!" I shouted when I opened the door and I found her on the edge of the bed staring at the floor. She appeared to be deep in thought. I closed the door and locked it, so we weren't disturbed. "Tink, are you okay?"

"Huh?" she looked up. "What?"

"Are you okay?" I asked again.

"Yeah, I was just thinking,"

"About?" I asked kneeling in front of her.

"Wyatt, I saw you kiss her, or rather, she kissed you,"

"Oh god, are you okay? Were you in pain? I'm sorry, it came out of nowhere..."

"Wyatt, it didn't hurt," I leaned back and looked at her confused. "What?"

"It didn't hurt," she repeated. I c****d my head and furrowed my brows. "Wyatt, I watched you two kiss, and initially, I was angry and wanted to kill her, but then I realized that it was only me who was angry. Kaleigh wasn't reacting. That's when I also realized that even though you were kissing another girl, it didn't cause me pain," I lifted an eyebrow this time. "Wyatt, Kaleigh says that this fake Rylee is as real as I am," "I...I don't..." I squinted my eyes in confusion.

"She says that this Rylee is a clone. A replica of me, and because of that, we're the same person, which is why when you kissed her, it didn't hurt me," I stared at her blankly trying to control my thoughts. The fact that Kaleigh figured out this other Rylee was a clone could ruin our plan, or could it? I opened my mouth to say something but didn't know what to say. "Be honest with me, Wyatt,"

"About?"

"When you were kissing her, did you prefer her, as in Rylee, or me, as in Megan?"

"Is this a trick question?" I asked a little concerned but all she did was laugh.

"No, it's a serious question that I need an answer to. I won't be mad, I just really need to hear your answer, and I don't want to get it from your thoughts. I want to hear you say it," I nodded my head and let out a deep sigh. I think I knew where this was going. "My honest answer..." she looked at me waiting for me to continue. "...I prefer Rylee to Megan," I said carefully and saw her smile and relax.

"I do too," "What?"

"Wyatt, when this all over, and we succeed in killing the vampire, by whatever means necessary, I want to get rid of the clone, and I want to go back to being Rylee. I'm not meant to be Megan, and I know that now," I let out a sigh of relief.

"Dearest, you have no idea how happy that makes me. I love you as Megan, and I always would, but I have to be honest. I miss your blond hair, chocolate eyes, peach skin, and your flawless face. The freckles are cute, and the green eyes are beautiful, but I prefer the real you over the disguised you," she smiled big and hugged me tightly.

"Now that we're on the same page about that," she said and pulled away, "How about you tell me why you lied about knowing who the clone is,"

Uh oh.