Novels by L A LUNE

I start slow, deciding that Luca is the easiest to paint. I’m not a fantastic painter but I’m not bad either. I take my time, sketching out his features, drawing and redrawing until I know they’re perfect.Then I do Jace. Then my mother, then my father, leaving my sister to last.I’m sobbing when I begin working on Lia’s portrait. It feels too painful to attempt and yet I want to see her face, I want to bring her back to life the only way I can. I feel like the fake Lia has tarnished her memory, has spoiled every moment I had of my real sister.By the time I’m done, days have past. Khloe comes and sits with me. Ryker pops in here and there. Neither of them speak. Maybe they can tell that this feels too precious, too intimate.I’m scared to paint them, to finish the canvases for fear that’ll mess it up but again, I take my time, after all, that’s what I have now. Time. So much time.Once they are finished, I stay where I am, half shocked, half broken, staring up at the family I loved,

When I get to my room, I see someone there, I see the mass of muscles, the undeniable shape of a Lycan and though my heart shouldn’t react, it still does.And then he turns, he turns, and I see the red hair and the lack of tattoos, and I know it’s not him. It’s not Adriel.I hate how much it hurts. I hate how much I wanted it to be him.“Hey,” Ryker says like he knows exactly where my thoughts are.“Hey,” I reply, giving him a small smile. I don’t want to take out my emotions on him. It’s not his fault. None of this is. He can’t help that his brother is the worst kind of person imaginable.“Please don’t leave.”I blink, fighting back the tears. So Khloe told him?“We need you, Mari, this Pack needs you.”I shake my head, as that emotion cascades out of me, as I start sobbing. Can’t he see how much this is hurting me? How much this is killing me?And he’s there, hugging me, soothing me, once more playing that kind, loving brother I miss so badly. “It’ll get better. I promise.”“When?”

I stay away, hide away, making sure my door is locked and that no one can get in. I don’t trust the Pack Witch enough to ask for help, for all I know she’s involved in this, she’s the one casting these spells.I know I should speak to Khloe, that shutting her out like this is unfair but I’m struggling. I’m struggling so badly.I’m not sure if it’s her or Ryker behind it, but they make sure that I have food, that all my meals are delivered and while I’m hungry, I more pick at it than truly eat it.I feel sick. Sick and disgusted.Adriel hasn’t touched her since, but that doesn’t make up for what he’s done. It doesn’t remedy all the wrongs. Did he really think I wouldn’t have noticed? Or did he not care? I guess it doesn’t matter either way. He’s burned all his bridges as far as I’m concerned. It’s over. I never want to see him again. I never want to speak to him again.And that alone breaks my heart more than anything else.After a week of self-imposed exile, Khloe clearly has enough a

She tears from the room, almost tripping over in her haste to get away from me and I can’t blame her.I didn’t know she would feel it. I hate that she does.I don’t even know why I did it, why I was with Lia, when this morning Maricela was all I could think about. What the hell was I thinking? What the hell am I doing?And then Ryker slams his fist into my face before I can do anything else.“You piece of shit.” He snarls, as I land on my arse, completely taken by surprise. “You fucked her? You fucked Lia, after everything?”“I didn’t.” I splutter.He snarls, clearly not believing me.“I didn’t want to. I didn’t…” Gods how do I even explain what happened, how do I even try? Lia’s had me locked up in our room all day and I couldn’t get out, I couldn’t…“But you did it anyway.” He sneers over me, like I’m trash. Like he hates me as much as my mate does.“She forced me.” I shout, as something inside me snaps, as that awful memory comes flooding back enough that I fear I might just lose a

I lash out, I buck my back, I try to get free of whatever this is, but it tightens its grip, forcing me down, forcing me further to the bottom.I gulp, swallowing water, feeling it fill up my lungs. Is this drowning? Is this what it feels like? I heard it was peaceful? That you simply slip away and die. This is so different from that.But as my mind registers the awful betrayal, the agony of what my mate has put me through I think there is a part of me that would willingly drown now. That would willingly roll over and die.But I don’t want that. I don’t want to die. I’m Alpha Juan’s daughter for fucksake. I’m better than that, better than this pathetic creature they’re turning me into.I scream out and it comes out so muddled, so contorted against the water swirling around me.And then a hand reaches down, a body dives into the pool and I’m wrenched up, pulled out and all that fearful panic is gone.He slaps my back, helping me cough up all that water as I gasp and heave on all fours.

I double over in pain. I scream out, shutting my eyes, but it does no good.I know what’s happening.I know exactly what this is.That he’s with her. That he’s fucking her right now.My tears stream down my face and that betrayal, it hurts worse than ever. I thought yesterday might have meant something, I thought last night meant something, I thought him taking me to meet his grandmother was proof that he was accepting our bond, that he was starting to accept me as his mate.But this act, this proves it; everything I feared. Everything I’ve been pretending isn’t the case. That I’m a fool. A stupid, naïve fool.I writhe on the floor, in absolute agony. There’s nothing I can do to alleviate it. Nothing I can do to ease it. My mate is cheating on me. And right now, while he’s chasing his pleasure, I’m the one paying the price.Only, when it ends, that isn’t it. Clearly, they’re spending the day making up, reuniting. Over and over that pain wracks through me, telling me under no uncertain

I wake up in a sweat. The covers are clinging to me and, for the first time in forever, the arms of my mates feel suffocating, not comforting.I whimper, trying to get comfortable, and then something sharp hits me and I gasp, kicking out, suddenly wide awake.“Rosalie?” Cain murmurs half asleep, but Aeron is already there, pulling the covers back, showing what my body already knew, but my mind is only just cottoning onto.It’s wet, soaking between my legs. My waters have broke.I look across at Aeron in shock, but he just smiles back.“You’re in labour.”“But it’s too soon.” I gasp.Cain picks me up, scooping me into his arms. “No, it’s not.” He replies. “These are Lycan pups remember.”I nod, leaning into him. For a moment, I’d forgotten that part, forgotten that Aeron and Cain were Wolves, that any of this world existed and that I’m not having human babies. I’m having pups. Lycan pups at that.“Where are we going?” I ask, looking around as Aeron rushes ahead and Cain carries me thro

“What?” Juan snarls.Ezekial holds his hand. “Let me finish.” He says. “Lycans are your future. We all know this and yet every time a Lycan is born, it has never made adulthood.”“Never?” Rosalie gasps.Ezekial shakes his head. “Too many are threatened by a Lycan to allow that to happen.”“Our pups will be different.” I state.“Yes, they will.” Ilsa says. “I have seen it. I have seen a new line. A new Royal Line.”My eyebrows raise. So does Juan’s. He looks across at me but I can’t read the expression on his face.“There has not been a Royal Line in hundreds of years.” Cain says.“But there will be.” Ilsa states. “We will have a new era. One of living openly with humans. And the Wolves will be ruled by a Lycan King. Your first born will start that rule.”Rosalie glances up at me with a look of fear and apprehension. She searches my face trying to see if I’m okay with this.“So how does this benefit us?” Juan asks. “You will supplant all the other Alpha’s, steal their lands for your ne

We walk in and the chatter from the room instantly dies. Truth be told, we should be in the main assembly room and I glance at Hunter, asking why exactly we’re not. He murmurs a reply through the mind-link but I’m already ignoring it. Now’s not the time for such a conversation anyway.Ezekial stands with a wicked grin on his face as we approach. The three of us still hand in hand. “It is good to see you recovered Alpha Cain. Luna Rosalie.”Cain tilts his head. Rosalie stiffens more. She glances around the room taking in the hundreds of faces. It looks like the entire damn Council is here as well as half of Juan’s Pack.As her eyes fall on one of the Witches, she gasps. “Why is she here?”“Who?” I reply. We should be mind-linking, not speaking out loud and her voice carries.The Witch in question gets to her feet. She looks battered, like she’s recovering from a fight. “Luna.” She says bowing her head.“Who are you?” Cain snarls.“My name is Lira…” She begins.“She’s my cousin.” Carli

I’ve wrapped a robe around myself, but I still feel their hands on me. Cain keeps glancing at me like he’s afraid I might just jump him while Aeron walks ahead of us.He pauses at the door. Only a few down from my room. And he turns. His eyes practically glowing as he watches us both walking up to him. Cain is walking gingerly. Like his body isn’t as healed as he thought. I take his hand, squeezing it, and trying not to let my mind flashback to the vision of him laying bloodied on the ground.We stop in front of Aeron. He tells us to close our eyes and I do, though reluctantly. The door creaks just a tiny bit as he opens it. He takes my hand, leading me inside. I can feel the soft plush of the carpet. I bite my lip trying to prevent myself from saying something stupid. I Cn feel Cain beside me. Aeron is leading us both further into this room and then we stop.“Open your eyes.” He says.I don’t hesitate. My eyes snap open and I meet his first before looking around.It’s a nursery. He’s

I bite my lip, feeling my body flush once more with heat.“Then what are you waiting for, Aeron?” I say.He grins, grabbing my shorts and tosses them off. He looks at Cain and clearly something passes between them. Cain wraps his arms around me, pulling me into kiss him. For a moment I’m lost. My brain goes blank. All I can think about is the taste of him.And then I feel it, Aeron’s hands pulling my legs apart, spreading them wide. I gulp, fighting the increasing adrenaline inside me. I’m not scared. Not for a second. But I know what he’s going to do. That my mates are going to give me so much pleasure and right now I’m desperate for it.Aeron chuckles. The arsehole is listening to my thoughts. I shut my eyes, willing my mind to blank. Waiting patiently for him to begin.His tongue licks against me. Despite myself, I squeal. Cain lifts my chin, making me look at him as Aeron starts to go to town on my pussy. He smirks as he sees my face react. I think the pair of them are voyeurs. Th

Cain and I spend the next few days in bed, just dozing. Aeron stays as much as he can but often, I wake to find him gone, only he seems to know it and returns almost immediately with a secretive grin that makes me so nervous.I’m almost entirely healed, all my bruises have faded, all my exhaustion has gone with it. If I’m honest, I’m only really still in bed for Cain but I want to be there, I want to stay beside him while he heals. Axel says he needs another week and then he’ll be recovered but Cain scoffs at that and says he’s getting stronger every day.Whenever I wake, his hands are always around me and more often than not, they seem to be holding my belly which is finally starting to swell enough to be noticeable.But neither of them have touched me. Have done anything but hug me. I can’t tell if it’s because they think I need ‘space’ or because they don’t want to harm our pups. As if that’s a thing.I can feel Cain against me as I open my eyes. He’s doing his best as always to ke