Novels by Luna writes

ModricThe sting on my cheek burned hotter than any sparring blow I’d ever taken. Mary Ann’s hand had connected with surprising force, and for a split second, all I saw was red. Fury roared through me—fury at her defiance, at the way she’d quietly won over half the pack in days, at the way my own body betrayed me every time she was near. How dare she slap her Alpha?I still had her wrist gripped tightly in my hand, her soft skin warm against my calloused palm. She stared up at me, eyes wide and glistening with hurt, her full chest rising and falling rapidly. Those generous curves pressed close now, her body soft and yielding where mine was hard with tension. The mate bond flared violently between us, that same electric spark from the wedding kiss exploding into something far more dangerous.I intended to teach her a lesson.“You think you can hit me and just walk away?” I growled, voice low and rough. Before she could respond, I yanked her closer, one arm snaking around her waist, pul

Mary AnnThe first few days in the Luna Wing passed in a quiet blur of determination. I refused to sit idle while the mate bond pulled at me and Modric kept his distance. Instead, I toured the pack lands thoroughly, listening more than I spoke. What I saw broke my heart in places.The kitchens were chaotic—food wasted daily because of poor storage and outdated systems. The infirmary lacked basic supplies and organization, leaving healers overwhelmed. And the orphan quarters… the children there had threadbare blankets and meals that barely satisfied growing wolves. I didn’t complain or demand changes from the top. That wasn’t my style. I rolled up my sleeves instead.I started small. In the kitchens, I worked alongside the older women, quietly reorganizing shelves, creating inventory lists, and showing them simple ways to preserve leftovers. We turned scraps into nourishing stews and redistributed excess to families who needed it most. The changes saved enough supplies in just a few da

ModricI stood in the hallway outside the Alpha suite, arms crossed tight over my chest as two servants carried the last of Mary Ann’s things toward the Luna Wing. The decision had been made before dawn, but saying it out loud to the staff still left a bitter taste in my mouth.“Make sure she has everything she needs,” I told them, voice flat. “The Luna Wing is hers now. Full access.”They nodded quickly, eyes carefully averted, but I wasn’t stupid. News like this spread faster than wildfire in a pack house. By midday, every servant, warrior, and elder would know the new Luna wasn’t sharing the Alpha’s bed. Hell, she wasn’t even sharing the same wing.I rubbed a hand over my face, trying to shake the image of her sleeping form from last night—the soft rise and fall of her chest under that thin nightgown, the generous curves barely hidden, the untouched side of the bed that had felt strangely wrong. The mate bond spark from our kiss still itched under my skin like an unhealed wound. I’

Mary AnnThe Alpha suite felt more like a cage than a sanctuary.A kind-faced older omega named Greta had led me here after the reception finally wound down, chattering softly about how the rooms had been freshly prepared for the new Luna. I nodded along, smiling when I was supposed to, but my mind was miles away. The grand double doors clicked shut behind her, and the silence that followed pressed down on me like a heavy blanket.I stood in the middle of the massive bedroom, taking it all in. Dark wood furniture, deep navy and silver accents, a bed so large it could have fit half my old pack house. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked the Ironclaw forest, moonlight spilling across the plush rugs. It was beautiful. Luxurious. And completely empty of the one person who was supposed to be here with me.Modric wasn’t coming back.I’d waited for nearly an hour, perched on the edge of an armchair in my wedding gown, listening for footsteps in the hallway. Nothing. The spark from our kiss st

Modric POVThe music swelled around us like some mocking symphony, but all I could focus on was the sight of Mary Ann in Kylian’s arms. My Beta. My best friend. His hand rested politely at her waist, but it was still too close. Too familiar. My wolf snarled inside me, the fresh mate bond from that cursed kiss earlier still buzzing under my skin like an itch I couldn’t scratch.I strode forward before I could think better of it, cutting through the dancers. “May I dance with my wife?”Kylian’s eyes met mine, a flash of understanding and maybe a hint of warning in them. He released her smoothly and stepped back with a nod. “Of course, Alpha.”Mary Ann turned to face me fully. That ivory lace gown clung to her full curves in ways that made my mouth go dry despite myself—soft hips, the generous swell of her breasts rising with each breath, the gentle curve of her belly that the dress celebrated rather than hid. Her dark curls were pinned up with delicate pearls, a few tendrils escaping to

Mary AnnThe cheers and howls from the ceremony still echoed in my ears as the reception spilled into the grand clearing behind the ceremonial grounds. Lanterns hung from the trees, casting a golden glow over long tables heavy with food and drink. Music played—soft drums and strings that should have felt celebratory. Instead, everything felt hollow. Modric disappeared almost immediately after the vows. One moment his arm was tense under my fingers as we walked back down the aisle, the next he was gone, melting into the crowd with a muttered excuse about pack business. I stood there alone near the head table, my beautiful lace gown suddenly feeling too tight, too exposed. My wolf whined inside me, still buzzing from that corner-of-the-lips kiss and the electric spark that had passed between us. But my husband? Nowhere to be seen. Guests whispered behind my back. I could hear the murmurs even as I pretended not to. “…plus-size Luna for Ironclaw? Bold choice.” “Modric must be furiou

MiaThe candlelight flickered across the table, casting a warm glow over Noah Brooks’ face. I couldn’t stop smiling. Our first real date after weeks of flirty texts, rink-side banter, and him making me laugh during the youth clinic felt surprisingly easy. No pressure. Just good food, better company, and the kind of butterflies I hadn’t felt in years.Noah was charming without trying too hard. Funny in that quick, self-deprecating way that made him impossible to resist. And unexpectedly thoughtful. He’d remembered I hated mushrooms and had the waiter remove them from my pasta before it even arrived. Little things like that made my chest feel warm.“You’re staring,” he teased, leaning back in his chair with that playful grin. “Do I have sauce on my face or something?”I laughed, twirling my fork. “No. Just thinking how different this feels from the usual hockey guy stereotype.”He clutched his chest dramatically. “Ouch. Stereotype? I’m wounded. I’ll have you know I own more than three s

LoganI had never hated a photograph before.Not really.There were plenty of bad ones over the years. A sweaty face after overtime. An awkward angle during interviews. Even the occasional podium shot where Chase Ryder stood one spot higher than me.Those were irritating.This one was unbearable.I stared at my phone for the hundredth time that morning, jaw clenched so tight it ached. There she was—Allie—wrapped in Chase’s jacket, smiling up at him like I had never existed. The rain, the city lights, the way his hand lingered near her shoulder… it looked intimate. Romantic. Perfect.The comments made it worse.“She looks happier with Chase.”
“He treats her so much better already.”
“Logan really fumbled the bag.”
“Imagine cheating on HER.”My grip tightened around the phone until my knuckles turned white. She wasn’t supposed to smile like that. Not after everything I gave her. Not with him.A sharp knock sounded on my penthouse door.“Five minutes until practice,” Mason called from the

Allie The invitation arrived in my email inbox like a surprise from the past I wasn’t sure I wanted. Luxury Skincare Brand Launch Event – Exclusive VIP Guest. The company’s logo gleamed at the top—elegant gold lettering on crisp white. I remembered them vividly. They had dropped me weeks ago after Logan’s livestream painted me as controlling and toxic. “Brand alignment issues,” their PR team had called it in the polite but cold termination email. Now they wanted me back. Public opinion was shifting again, thanks to the endless cycle of rumors, the foundation day photos, and Chase’s quiet support. Brands smelled opportunity in my “resilience story.” I stared at the screen, fingers hovering over the keyboard, unsure. Mia barged into the living room with two iced coffees, plopping down beside me. “What’s that face for?” I showed her the invitation. “They dropped me when Logan called me abusive. Now they want me as a guest of honor basically. It feels… dirty.” Mia sipped her coff

ChaseThe edited video was everywhere by the time I woke up. My phone buzzed relentlessly on the nightstand, notifications piling up like penalties in a bad game. I groaned, rolling over to grab it, squinting at the bright screen in the dim morning light of my condo. The clip had gone viral overnight—carefully trimmed to show only Logan reaching for Allie’s hand in the diner, her pulling away framed in slow motion like some emotional reunion scene. Captions screamed speculation: Logan Pierce fighting for his girl? Golden couple reconciliation incoming? Chase Ryder just a rebound?I sat up, sheets pooling around my waist, and scrolled through the comments. Fans who had been shifting toward our side were flipping again. Poor Logan, he still loves her. Allie going back where she belongs. The narrative painted me as the temporary distraction, Logan as the heartbroken hero trying to win her back. Annoyance burned hot in my chest. It wasn’t just the lies—it was how easily the public swallow

AllieThe diner fell silent the moment Logan spoke. Forks paused mid-air. Conversations died. Even the waitress behind the counter seemed to hold her breath. All eyes turned toward our corner booth—Logan standing tall and furious, Chase positioned protectively between us, and me frozen in my seat with my heart hammering against my ribs.“I said we need to talk, Allie,” Logan repeated, voice low but edged with that familiar demand. “Alone.”Chase didn’t move. His broad frame stayed rooted like a wall, shoulders tense but voice steady when he spoke. “That’s not happening unless she wants it. Your call, Allie.”I swallowed hard, glancing between them. Part of me wanted to hide behind Chase and let him handle it. But another part—the angry, healing part—knew I had to face this. Running hadn’t worked. Ignoring Logan’s calls and texts hadn’t made him disappear. I nodded slowly.“Five minutes,” I said, voice quieter than I wanted. “That’s it.”Chase studied my face for a long second, then st

AllieThe little girl’s question hung in the crisp air of the rink like a puck suspended mid-air. “Are you Miss Allie’s boyfriend?”I froze, heat flooding my cheeks. Chase glanced at me, that slow, easy smile playing on his lips. He knelt down to the girl’s level, voice warm and patient like it had been with all the kids that afternoon.“We’re friends,” he said simply, ruffling her curls gently. “Good friends.”The girl tilted her head, studying us with that unfiltered honesty only children have. “You will look good together,” she declared matter-of-factly, then skipped off to join her friends for snacks.I blushed hard, covering my face with one hand as Chase stood up. My heart hammered against my ribs. The other coaches and a few lingering parents chuckled softly. Chase’s eyes sparkled with amusement when he looked at me, but there was something deeper there too—something that made the flutter in my stomach refuse to settle.“Kids,” he said with a shrug, but his voice was softer. “T