The Awakening Of The Lost Luna Princess

MIRAToday, I was supposed to find my mate, but I’ve spent hours working on the preparation for the alpha’s ceremony.I turned 21 years old today. That is the age most wolves find their mate while a few unlucky ones never find theirs. I have a feeling that I am far from lucky.I had just finished up with my work and decided to rest by the clearing deep inside the woods when the taste of blood filled my mouth and almost instant a sharp pain pierced through my chest making me almost lose my balance as I doubled over.What was …. Before I could form the thought, a scent hit my nose.It was a rich overwhelming aroma of dark chocolate and fresh pine. It was my mate!My heart raced as I looked around. I couldn’t hide my smile. My dreams had finally come through. I have finally found my other half that will be with me till the end of time. A mate that will stand with me and stop the entire back from bullying me.I started to go in the direction of the scent when I was hit with another blind

MIRAI could not stop thinking about the strange dream I had. I smoothed down the rough fabric of the simple linen dress Luciana had tossed at me, my mind spinning with the vivid images of the dream I just had. I had never seen that courtyard or those people in my entire life. Why did I call those people my parents? They were clearly royals. I was just an orphan omega who had cleaned floors and archived records in the Silver Crest pack since infancy. I shook my head hard, trying to banish the lingering memory of the woman’s silk sleeve and the man’s golden crown. It was just a weird nightmare. It had to be a hallucination, a strange trick of my subconscious mind brought on by the terror of Alpha King Asher’s arrival. I chalked the entire thing up to being a bad dream because of the monster waiting for me downstairs.The guards outside my bedroom door were busy arguing about the size of the royal escort arriving at the border. Taking advantage of their distraction, I slipped out thr

MIRA’S POV The leather seat of the car was so soft beneath me, I should be relaxing but I sat in a very stiff manner making sure to not move at all. The car drove slowly away from my pack leaving everything I had known all my life behind. I could not say I would miss any of it though. Asher, the alpha king sat beside me, his huge frame filling up the car and making it difficult for me to breathe. His eyes were fixed on the document in his lap, his expression entirely unreadable. His scent filled the enclosed space, making my throat feel dry. I pressed my back against the side window, keeping my eyes on his large hands. The wheels rumbled against the gravel road. I felt when we left the pack borders because it felt like a part of me was being torn away. The pack bond had shattered as I left the pack and I had this tingling feeling at the back of my neck making me know that my pack bond was severed. Every minute I spent alone in the car with Asher felt like a countdown. I w

MIRA’S POV A few weeks had passed after the dinner party incident. Asher had not summoned me since that night, and I had spent most of my days trying to remain completely invisible. I began going to the greenhouse and gardens frequently. The gardens were quiet, filled with the sweet scent of blooming white roses and damp earth. It was the only place where the suffocating aura of this place felt distant. On my way back from the gardens, to keep up my streak of avoiding Asher, I hurried down the narrow corridor that led to the omega staff quarters so I could get to my room from there. I stopped when I heard the sound of low, hushed voices around the corner. Four young maids were standing near the laundry bins, leaning close together. "She has been here for weeks and that is very unusual. Do you think she is his mate?" the first maid whispered, her voice filled with judgment. "I heard a rumor that Alpha King Asher only brought her back because she insulted him. They say he i

MIRA’S POVAsher’s large hand remained wrapped firmly around my throat, pinning me completely against the weapon rack. My weakness irritated him completely, and I could see the wheels turning in his mind as his amber eyes scanned my small, trembling frame. He was trying to figure out what exactly to do with a broken omega in a pack built entirely on dominant warrior strength.I kept my eyes locked onto his furious face, my gaze desperately darting across his features. He must surely have a weak spot and I was looking for it. I looked at the small scar over his eyebrow. I looked at the pulsing vein in his thick neck. I looked at his broad chest. But I found absolutely nothing. He was solid muscle.Realizing I had no physical way to hurt him, I decided to shift my strategy entirely. You might be wondering what I was going to do next, well, If I could not kill him with a blade or my bare hands, I might as well make his massive self-esteem dwindle with my tongue. I would strip away h