Filed to story: Rylee the Orphan Luna Novel
“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 fa?ade, 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.
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