The Rejected Luna Doppelganger

The Rejected Luna Doppelganger

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When Jamie rejects me, I'll stop at nothing to reclaim him. 'You're not my Luna,' he growls, his eyes flashing with confusion. But I know the truth – I am his Luna, his fated mate. Desperate to rekindle our bond, I draw him close, our lips almost touching. 'I am your Luna,' I whisper, my voice trembling with conviction. But Jamie's doubts run deep. 'Who are you, really?' he demands, his grip on my throat tightening. The truth spills out – I'm Lydia, the Luna doppelganger. Will Jamie accept me for who I am, or will our love be forever lost?

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Lydia's heart pounded in her chest, her senses reeling from Jamie's rejection. "You're not my Luna," he growled, his eyes flashing with confusion and anger.

The words cut deep, like a knife to her soul. Lydia's grip on Jamie's arm tightened, desperation creeping into her voice. "Jamie, listen to me. I am your Luna. I'm the one you're meant to be with."

Jamie's gaze drifted away, his jaw clenched. "I don't know what you're talking about, Uriel or whatever your name is. You're not the Luna I've been searching for."

Lydia's eyes stung, tears welling up. She knew Jamie's confusion stemmed from her doppelganger nature, but it didn't make the rejection any easier to bear.

"Jamie, please," Lydia whispered, her breath fanning his lips. "Remember our nights under the full moon? The way our hearts beat together?"

Jamie's eyes snapped back to hers, his expression twisted. "Those were lies, Uriel. You manipulated me, used your powers to make me believe we had a connection."

Lydia's grip on Jamie's arm faltered. She knew she'd made mistakes, but manipulating Jamie's feelings wasn't one of them.

"Jamie, I swear-"

"Stop," Jamie interrupted, his voice cold. "Just stop. You're not my Luna. You're someone else entirely."

The finality in Jamie's tone crushed Lydia. She felt like she was losing him, like the bond they shared was fraying.

In a desperate bid to reclaim Jamie's attention, Lydia drew him closer, their lips almost touching. "I am your Luna," she whispered, her voice trembling.

For an instant, Jamie's eyes locked onto hers, and Lydia saw the spark of recognition she'd been searching for. But it vanished, replaced by suspicion.

"Who are you, really?" Jamie demanded, his grip on her throat tightening.

Lydia's heart skipped a beat. She knew this moment would come, the moment of truth.

"I'm Lydia," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "The Luna doppelganger."

Jamie's eyes widened, shock written across his face.

"What does that even mean?" Jamie asked.

Lydia took a deep breath, steeling herself for the revelation. "It means I'm a duplicate of the original Luna, created to protect the supernatural balance."

Jamie's gaze narrowed. "And what about the original Luna?"

Lydia's throat constricted. "She's... gone. Lost to the shadows."

The silence between them grew, heavy with unspoken questions.

Jamie's eyes searched hers, seeking answers. "Why did you deceive me?"

Lydia's heart ached. "I didn't mean to hurt you, Jamie. I just wanted to protect you, to keep you safe from those who'd harm you."

Jamie's expression softened, his grip on her throat easing.

"Protect me from who?" Jamie asked.

Lydia hesitated, unsure how much to reveal.

"Tell me," Jamie pressed.

"The Shadow Hunters," Lydia whispered. "They seek to destroy our kind."

Jamie's eyes flashed with determination. "I'll protect you, Lydia. But you need to tell me the truth – all of it."

Lydia nodded, a glimmer of hope rising.

But Jamie's next words shattered that hope.

"Who are you, really?" he repeated.

Lydia's heart sank. Jamie still didn't believe her.

Lydia's heart pounded in her chest, her palms slick with sweat. She stood before Jamie, her eyes locked onto his, pleading for understanding. But his expression remained cold, unyielding.

"You're not my Luna," Jamie growled, his voice low and menacing.

Lydia's breath caught. Those words cut deeper than any knife. She felt her lunar power stirring, responding to Jamie's rejection.

"What makes you think that?" Lydia asked, her voice trembling.

Jamie's gaze drifted away, his jaw clenched. "You're different. Your scent, your eyes... everything about you screams impostor."

Lydia's hands balled into fists. She knew this day would come. The doubts, the fears, the uncertainty. But she never expected Jamie to reject her outright.

"We've been together for months," Lydia said. "You've seen my powers, felt our connection. How can you doubt me?"

Jamie's eyes snapped back to hers, his expression twisted in anguish. "That's exactly why I doubt you. You're too perfect, too powerful. It's like you're trying to manipulate me."

Lydia's heart sank. He didn't understand. She wasn't manipulating him; she was trying to protect him.

"Jamie, listen-"

"No, you listen," Jamie interrupted. "I need space. I need to figure out what's real and what's not."

Lydia's world crumbled. She felt her lunar power surging, threatening to burst free. But she contained it, refusing to scare Jamie further.

"Fine," Lydia said. "Take your space. But know this: I am your Luna. And I'll prove it to you."

Jamie's expression softened, his eyes searching hers. For a moment, Lydia thought she saw a glimmer of hope. But it vanished, replaced by a stony mask.

"Leave, Lydia. Or whatever your name is."

Lydia's eyes stung, tears welling up. She turned and walked away, her heart heavy with sorrow.

Outside, the moon hung low in the sky, its light mocking her. Lydia felt like she was losing herself, her identity tangled in Jamie's rejection.

Who was she, really? A Luna doppelganger, created to protect Jamie's family line. But what did that mean for her own identity?

Lydia's thoughts swirled, her emotions in turmoil. She needed answers, and she knew just where to find them.

The ancient tomes in the lunar library held secrets about her kind. Lydia made her way there, determined to uncover the truth.

In the silence of the library, Lydia delved into the ancient texts. The words blurred together, but one phrase stood out: "A Luna doppelganger's true power lies in her heart."

Lydia's gaze drifted to her own heart, her lunar power pulsing within. She knew what she had to do.

Prove to Jamie that she was his true Luna. No matter the cost.

Lydia's heart sank, her entire world crumbling around her. Jamie's words cut deep, like a knife to the soul.

"You're not my Luna," he growled, his eyes flashing with confusion and anger.

Lydia's grip on his arm tightened, desperation creeping into her voice. "Jamie, please. You have to remember."

Jamie's gaze drifted away, his jaw clenched. "I don't know what you're talking about, Uriel or whatever your name is."

Lydia's eyes stung, tears welling up. She knew this moment would come, but she hadn't prepared for the pain.

"Jamie, we've been through so much together," Lydia pleaded. "Our bond, our love – it's real."

Jamie's expression hardened. "I don't know what's real anymore. You're not the Luna I thought I knew."

Lydia's thoughts reeled, memories flashing through her mind. Their first meeting, their first kiss, their first lunar bonding – all erased from Jamie's memory.

"What happened to you?" Lydia asked, her voice shaking.

Jamie's eyes narrowed. "I don't know what you're talking about."

Lydia's grip on his arm faltered, her heart heavy. She knew she had to try another approach.

"Let me show you," Lydia said, her voice barely above a whisper. "Let me remind you of our love."

Jamie's gaze locked onto hers, his expression softening. For a moment, Lydia saw the Jamie she knew, the one who loved her with all his heart.

But the moment passed, and Jamie's mask slipped back into place.

"I don't know you," he repeated.

Lydia's world crumbled further, her hopes dwindling. She knew she had to act fast, to reclaim Jamie's love before it was too late.

With newfound determination, Lydia stepped closer, her lips inches from Jamie's.

"Remember me," she whispered.

Jamie's eyes widened, his breath catching. For an instant, Lydia saw the spark of recognition, the flicker of love.

But it vanished, replaced by confusion and fear.

"Who are you?" Jamie demanded.

Lydia's heart broke, her soul screaming in agony. She knew she had to reveal the truth, no matter the cost.

"I'm Lydia, your Luna doppelganger," she said.

Jamie's expression darkened, his eyes flashing with anger.

"You're lying," he growled.

Lydia's grip on his arm tightened. "I'm telling the truth. I'm your mate, your love."

Jamie's laughter sent shivers down Lydia's spine. "You're not my Luna. You're a monster."

Lydia's world went dark, her heart shattered into a million pieces.

But she refused to give up.

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