Feel-Good Story Werewolf Short Stories & Luna Novels

The remnants of the pack gathering had barely faded when my whole world changed. My best friend, Hallie Richmond, vanished, snatched away by rogues. Only for her to reappear the next day, found bruised and bitten near the pack borders. My heart ached for her, so I went to her with her favourite apple pie. But the solace I intended to offer shattered into a million pieces the moment I heard the words of my boyfriend, Camilo White, our pack's beta. "...Hallie's family will destroy her if they learn of this. I have no choice but to mark her first.” "What about me, Camilo? I'm your girlfriend!" The words tumbled out. "You can be my secondary mate, Violet. It's just a small favor. Surely, if you truly loved me, you wouldn't hesitate to help?" Camilo's words ripped my heart out, breaking up with me and replacing me with Hallie for the marking ceremony we had both anticipated with such joy. From that moment forward, I became a shadow. The pack whispered words of how I was deflowered before my true mate could claim me. My family now regarded me with disappointment. My father's anger was a physical force, driving me to my knees beneath the icy waterfall. Then, the following day, a figure emerged from the mist. Alex Skye, the Alpha's son, pulled me from the water. He leaned close, his sky-blue eyes holding mine, and whispered the words that offered home: "I'm your true mate, Violet. Break up with that vile, idiotic boyfriend of yours. I believe you will be the perfect future Luna."

I gave him three years of my life, only to be treated as nothing more than a substitute—worse than a dog. When his so-called white moonlight returned, he kicked me aside without hesitation. Fine. I agreed to the family alliance and married the most powerful Alpha of the North. Now he regrets it, begging me to return? Too late. They plotted against me with wolfsbane, wanting me to die in a filthy wine cellar. But my Mate—the true King of the North—tore the entire estate apart just to save me. They tried to steal my Alpha bloodline with dark sorcery. I made them taste exile, cast out as Rogues, despised by all. And him? He knelt before me, begging for forgiveness. I leaned safely in my Mate’s arms and watched him be banished forever. “Ansel,” I told him coldly, “open your eyes. I am the one and only Luna of the North.”

This time, I accepted the coffee my cousin Brielle Bennett had laced with a sedative and watched her put on my white ceremonial dress before taking my place at the mate-bond ceremony. In my previous life, I discovered my uncle's family's scheme in time and exposed Brielle in public. Her entire family was expelled from Ironwood Pack, and she was forced to form a bond with a brutal Alpha in his fifties who ruled a border territory. She died on his estate only a few years later. I became Nolan Hayes's mate as planned, but the life I received was nothing like the happiness I had imagined. To support his career, I gave up my place at the High Council Institute of Lycan Medicine. I registered every one of my research achievements under his name and personally raised him to the position of chief researcher. In return, he left me alone in an empty home for ten years. He secretly replaced the medicine treating my wolfs bane poisoning with ordinary vitamins. In the end, he forcibly dissolved our mate bond and had me locked away on his private estate near the border. “I'll pay you every month,” Nolan told the guards from outside the door. “Whatever Brielle suffered, make her endure ten times as much. Just don't let her die too quickly. The more she suffers, the more I'll pay you.” My son tried to save me. The estate guards shattered both his legs, and he eventually died in my arms from a brain hemorrhage. I did not learn the whole truth until the last moments of my life. The woman Nolan had loved had always been Brielle. This time, I would let them have each other. I wanted to see how Nolan would become the youngest chief researcher in lycan medicine without me conducting his experiments, correcting his data, and placing every finished result directly into his hands.

Everyone says that Eric Winslowe, the Alpha of Kalmoor Pack, loves me to the bone. He learns sign language for me because I can't hear, and he prepares to throw me a grand wedding after I thoroughly fall for him. However, after I regain my hearing, I catch him flirting and being intimate with Camilla Johnson, his maid. They're just in the room next to mine. During a banquet, he even takes advantage of my lack of hearing to brag. "She's just a pet that I have to alleviate the boredom. Alison is the only one I love. Still, I know she'll leave me if she finds out about this. "Thank God Alison can't hear. I won't let her find out about this even after we're married. Watch your mouths, everyone. Don't blame me for getting nasty if any of you bring this up to Alison." I sneer to myself. I want to tell him that he doesn't need to fear others exposing his cheating—I already know. He also doesn't need to look forward to our wedding because all that awaits him on that day is a corpse that looks just like me.

The day before the ceremony, my Alpha Heir mate Lysander brought home an Omega who still bore an old mark — and insisted she become his Luna. The beautiful, fragile-looking Omega leaned against his chest, her eyes red. "I can't. If you keep me, my mate will die without me." Lysander answered lightly, "Then I'll give up my Luna-to-be. We'll trade. I'll order him to break your mark at once." The Omega laughed softly. "That’s for the best. But are you sure you don't mind?" Lysander smiled back. "A dull puppet who spent her whole life waiting to be marked by me. How could she compare to you?" She glanced around the chamber and pouted. "I don't like any of this. It was all prepared for her." Lysander kissed her forehead. "I'll replace all of it. Something better. For you." Their love story became the talk of the realm. And no one cared that I was the "dull puppet" who had been traded away.

During a hunting trip, I was mauled by a grizzly bear and rushed to the hospital. Seeing how panicked my boyfriend looked, a playful idea struck me, and I decided to play a little prank on him. “Who are you?” I asked. Toby froze. Just as I was about to laugh and tell him the truth, he suddenly pushed his older brother, Logan, forward. “I’m your boyfriend’s younger brother,” Toby said. The next second, he pulled my best friend, Chloe, into his arms. “And I’m also your best friend’s boyfriend.” My face stiffened. Yet, Logan stepped closer to my bedside. “That’s right. I’m your boyfriend.” I looked at him and smiled. “Okay. Then I’m going home with you.” It was just a boyfriend, after all. If he were defective, I could easily replace him.

To help Rex Blackwood claim the Alpha title, I was forced to keep our relationship secret. As his mate, I waited for seven years, finally seeing the day Rex became Alpha. Only then did he announce he would hold the mating ceremony for me. At the ceremony, bonfires blazed high and everyone howled in celebration, but my heart plummeted. Just as we were about to be bonded, his adopted sister, Lilia Voss, shifted into wolf form and lunged at us. With one swipe of her claws, she knocked over the sacred fire basin, shredded the ceremonial wreath, and clamped her teeth onto the hem of his coat, whimpering. "Rex, you promised you'd only ever protect me." Rex immediately pulled his hand back and stroked the fur bristling along her spine, his eyes full of concern. Only then did he look at me. "Wendy, Lilia lost control of her shift again. "Let's put the ceremony on hold. We'll continue once she calms down." He said it as though it were the most natural thing in the world, as though I would always be standing right there, waiting for him. A sharp pain lanced through my chest. I fought down the wolf threatening to break free inside me and stared at him coldly. "Rex, tonight you either finish this ceremony or we're done for good. "Choose."

“Darcy is feeling dizzy tonight. Let's suppress our bond, Emma. We can have our marking ceremony some other day.” Those were the exact words he spat when I called him on the day that was supposed to be our marking ceremony. It was the seventh time he asked me to suppress the sacred bond between us for his childhood sweetheart. The first time he suppressed it was because Darcy’s pack was under attack and he wanted to be by her side. “Darcy is fighting for her survival and you want me to be pulled by our fated bond? Don't make me believe you are this selfish., Emma.” The third time he suppressed it he said, “Darcy is having a fever. I can't leave her alone.” By the sixth time, he didn't bother explaining why he had the witch suppress our bond in the most brutal way possible because he was in a hurry to go meet Darcy. Since we were fated mates, every time he wanted to be intimate with her, he would have a witch suppress the bond between us. As an Alpha, this suppression barely affects him but as an Omega, it would leave me in a terrible pain that I could not get up from my bed for weeks. Though devastated seeing me in such pain, he would offer me only a few lines of apologies and a bundle of promises to make it up to me in future. That's it. So, when the seventh time, he refused to mark me and came home to suppress our bond to be with Darcy, I had already packed my clothes. It will be the last time he suppresses our bond because the next time, there will be no bond between us to suppress.

On the day of my coming-of-age ceremony, the old Alpha King laid the names of several heirs before me and told me to choose my future mate. Because I was the only pureblood heiress of the Redmoon Pack. For generations, Redmoon Pack had bound itself to the Alpha King’s line through bond. Only my bloodline could bear true pureblood heirs, and whoever formed a bond with me would stand closest to becoming the next Alpha King. This was never just a bond. Even so, I chose without hesitation. Kaelan, the fourth heir. Everyone present was stunned. Everyone across the packs knew that I, Sia, the pureblood heiress of Redmoon Pack, had loved Raine, first heir to the Alpha King’s line, since I was young. I had once declared before the gathered packs that I would bond with no one but him. In my previous life, I got exactly what I wanted. I bonded with Raine. But three days after our bond was sealed, he told me he intended to bring my half-sister, Veya, into his household and keep her by his side. My mother refused, and Veya was instead promised to one of my father’s young retainers. Raine hated me for it. He believed I had torn him and Veya apart. After that, one she-wolf after another appeared at his side, and every one of them resembled Veya in some way. He let them humiliate me, torment me, and grind me down until I died on the day he took the title of Alpha King. Now that I had lived again, I wanted only one thing: to stay far away from him, leave him to Veya, and spare myself. But when the old Alppha King’s bond pact finally came down, the same Raine who had once wanted me dead lost control on the spot and openly defied it.

Someone tags me in the werewolf community group chat. She writes, "Why does your daughter need such a huge playground all to herself? Starting tomorrow, open it up for everyone to use! My son is the future heir of the Darkshadow pack. Your daughter should consider it an honor to play with him." I stare at the message, finding the whole thing utterly ridiculous. I am Selena Waldorf, the Luna Queen to Kaiser Sterling, the Alpha King. I only bring my daughter, Mia Sterling, to this community so she can rest and recover because she suffers from asthma. I have three elders carefully select the location for this playground before having it built. It is also the only place where Mia can run freely and practice her hunting skills. Who is this she-wolf to think that she can take Mia's playground away from her? I frown and immediately fire back, "Don't even think about it." To my surprise, two security guards knock on my door the next day. They tell me that someone has reported me for occupying community property and that, for the sake of harmony within the community, I need to hand over the keys to the playground. Someone even looks at me with pity and says, "Grace Redwood's mate has already joined the Werewolf Council. Now that she's offended Grace, she'll probably be kicked out of the community soon." But my mate is the head of the Werewolf Council. Since they want to use their power to bully others, I'll show them what real power looks like.

Elara was Cassian's only Luna, and they had loved each other for ten years. But at this year's remembrance ceremony, Elara's name on the stone tablet suddenly split open. The Moon Goddess no longer blessed her, no longer claimed her. Another woman, Seraphina, was about to become the next Luna. And Elara had only five days left to live. What made it worse was that Cassian had known all along. Three years ago, he had led Elara up to the crown himself, and he had signed that contract himself. He knew perfectly well that being Luna had never been an honor, but an offering to the Moon Goddess. Yet Cassian kept it from her for three years. All he said was, "I want to save you." Only later did she discover what his so-called salvation really meant: putting Seraphina in her place as the new offering. Elara finally understood. Cassian loved her, but he had never once thought of letting her choose how to live. But Seraphina told her, "I never wanted to take your place." "I want to destroy the contract." In that moment, the two of them decided to work together. Five days later, Elara would tear down the centuries-old Luna system with her own hands. Even if the cost was— The Alpha stripped of his power, and every rule holding Mooncrown together brought down with it. This time, Elara would never let anyone else decide her fate again.

During our marking ceremony, the patrol leader of my arranged mate, Alpha Cassian Locke, asks me to swear in the name of the Moon Goddess before all the other werewolves. First, I shall not enter the Alpha's room without permission. Second, I shall not kiss the Alpha on any part of his body without permission. Third, I shall not do anything that may cause the Alpha to feel uneasy. The list goes on. Suppressing my anger, I listen as he recites all 188 vows in the oath. Then, I turn to the werewolf sitting on the side with an upright posture. "Alpha Cassian, could you please explain the 99th vow? What do you mean, I must raise your heir no matter whose pup they are?"

My mate, Alpha Ryan, started skipping my healer's appointments after I got pregnant. He always blamed pack business. But I found him at the clinic anyway. He was with another pregnant she-wolf—his childhood friend, Bonnie. He held her with a tenderness he no longer gave me. "I'll take responsibility for this child," he promised her. "He'll be safe." His words shattered my world. Their child? I stormed in to confront them and saw it: his temporary mark on her neck. He swore the pup wasn't his. He claimed a rogue attacked her and the mark was only for protection. His lie was a knife twisting in our mate bond. I was carrying his pure-blooded heir. But he let the pack brand my child a bastard, while hailing her half-blood pup as his true heir. To protect Bonnie, he locked me in a silver-laced cell. The silver was a living death. He didn't realize his mistake until I took the forbidden herbs, sacrificing our child and collapsing in a pool of my own blood. Only then did he cradle my broken body, begging for a forgiveness I would never give.

I fell asleep in Silas Gray's study. When I woke up, I found my hair had been hacked into uneven chunks. The floor was covered in my long hair. Vivian Hayes, Silas's secretary, waved the scissors at me with a taunting smile. "Your split ends were terrible, so I trimmed them for you. No need to thank me." I lunged at her like a woman possessed, claws shooting from my fingertips. My wolf roared inside my chest. But Silas grabbed my wrist before I could reach her. "Vivian was nice enough to trim your hair. Was that really worth losing your temper over?" A sickly sweet scent crept into my nose. It wasn't my usual light fragrance. And it wasn't Silas's cologne, either. He hadn't been home in three days. Vivian turned from the window and tapped the desk lightly. "Silas was worried I wasn't skilled enough to cut the children's hair at the charity event, so he had me practice on you. "You've always been so easygoing. You wouldn't get mad over something so small, would you?"

Three years ago, I fled my old pack and hid among humans at Westridge University. As graduation approached, Damian Blackwood—the man I had secretly loved for three years—suddenly confessed his feelings to me. He told me he was a wolf. He promised that as soon as we graduated, he would take me back to his pack and make me the most honored Luna. I was overjoyed. We spent the entire night together, wild and desperate. The next day, Damian pulled me into his arms in front of everyone and announced that we were together. I sat on his lap, blushing, certain that I was the luckiest woman alive. I was ready to tell them my true identity. But then they suddenly switched to the Old Tongue. "How did the bookworm taste?" Damian answered casually. "She acts innocent on the surface, but in bed? An absolute whore." Laughter erupted around us. "So are you actually going to mark a… human?" Damian frowned. "No. My size—no wolf woman could take me. I was worried that Juliette, being human herself, might think I'm too rough. So I used Aurora for practice." "Don't let Juliette know that Aurora and I slept together. I don't want her to be upset." What Damian didn't know was that I am the Alpha King's only daughter. And I understood every word of the Old Tongue. I said nothing. But when I returned home, I secretly contacted my father, the Alpha King, and agreed to return to the North and inherit the throne.

Every week, mt mate Alpha Bruce dragged a new side-chick into our bed. Right in front of me. They clawed at each other like I didn't exist. Each time felt like silver shredding through my chest, my wolf howling from the inside out. He did it to hurt me. On purpose. Over and over. Using their bodies to spit on what we used to be. Then came our ten-year anniversary banquet. He waltzed in with his side-piece—Moye. Five years he'd been screwing her. She wore my heels. My custom gown. Even the mate ring and necklace I once thought meant forever. Bruce stood there, smirking in front of the whole pack. "Don't like what she's wearing? Strip yours and hand it over. And don't bother coming to my bed tonight—she's a hundred times better." The room howled with laughter. I was the punchline. But I stood up, met his eyes, and said, "I want to break the bond." He snorted. "You've said that, what, a hundred times? I'm over it. You begged me to mark you, remember? Gave up your pride for that Luna crown." More laughter. But what none of them saw coming? This time, I was done. Done with him. Done with the Luna title. Done chasing something dead. I was ready to sever the mate bond—for real.

Ten years ago, my pup was tortured to death by a mutant wolfsbane strain. Right in the pack hospital's ER. I held her small, rapidly stiffening body. A dead, desperate cold seeped into my very marrow. Her high-and-mighty Alpha father did it. He personally ordered the pack’s only vial of pure antidote away. Just to save his childhood sweetheart's daughter. And that precious little girl? She just brushed against some silverweed in the garden. A mild allergic reaction. That was it. That day, I took a silver dagger. I carved the unforgettable mate mark right out of the flesh on my nape. Then,I plunged into the hellish world of lethal toxicology. Ten years later, I am the top toxicologist in the Northern Territories. The only one who can crack mutant wolfsbane. Today, the High Lycan Council handed me an emergency commission. A royal mandate. They promised me the Council’s highest honor and a massive twenty-million-dollar bounty. But when I skimmed the name on the commission, I gripped my vial hard. That name. That face. A top-tier Alpha in the Council's inner circle, radiating pure, feral dominance. I could never forget him. It was carved into my bones. I ripped off my lab coat. I slammed the file against my partner Marcus’s chest. "I'm not taking this job."

Leo Carter and I are childhood sweethearts. I once took a knife for him when the Rogue King tried to assassinate him. Since then, he's treated me like his treasure. He's sworn to love only me for life. On the day I turn 18, we become fated mates with the Moon Goddess as a witness. I say to him, "I'll leave you forever if you ever betray me, Alpha Leo." He holds me tightly as tears fill his eyes. He tells me he'll never let something like that happen. After we marry, he drives away all the women in his life. He even expels a beautiful she-wolf from the pack when she confesses her love for him. That's not all. He builds the Wolf Tribe's largest amusement park for me as a symbol of our love. However, I find a vibration device in his car when I'm three months pregnant. It kills me inside. I ingest a potion I bought from a witch and forcibly break my mate bond with Leo. Then, I disappear from his world.

I accompany the Luna of the north and my future mother-in-law, Willow Joynes, on a cruise for a vacation. A high-pitched, feminine voice resounds behind us not long after we make our way to the deck. "Who gave you permission to be here? Moonshine is reserved for noble wolves. Rogues have no business being on this cruise ship!" I turn around and see a she-wolf clad in a tailored gown and dazzling jewelry. She marches toward us and lets out a scoff after she scrutinizes Willow’s plain clothes and mine. "Whose maids are you? Or did you sneak onto the ship? How repulsive. The Moon Goddess blessed this part of the sea, and yet it's been tainted with the stench of poverty that both of you reek of." My expression immediately turns cold. "Moonshine is open to all invited patrons," I say. "If you don't like looking at other wolves, you should buy your own cruise ship." The she-wolf's expression darkens. She points an accusing finger at me and exclaims, "Do you have any idea who you're speaking to, you bitch? I'm Beatrice Quillo, and my mate is the future Alpha of the north! This entire stretch of sea is his territory. The luxury suite on this ship is open only to me! "Get on your knees and grovel for my forgiveness right now. If you don't, I'll teach you the consequences of getting on my bad side." Willow and I frown as we exchange glances. It's true that this part of the sea belongs to the north. However, the future Alpha of the north, Julian Layton, is Willow's only son—as well as the wolf I'm about to be mated with. When did Julian get another mate?

Three years to the day after we sealed our betrothal oath, Keller Blake finally arrived in Silver Fir territory with the bonding gifts that would make our mate bond official. Our people lit the pine-resin braziers, and my parents looked as if a weight they had carried for years had finally lifted. But just as I reached the front door, Keller's attendant came running with a message. Keller had ordered the entire convoy to turn around. He never even came inside. One of Keller's aunts, who had traveled with the convoy, planted herself in front of his truck. "Keller, what kind of betrothal drags on for thirty-six full moons without a marking? The first year, you spent the bonding gifts to ransom your savior's daughter from hunters. The second, you injured a Grey Ridge warrior defending her and used the gifts to pay the damages. What is it this time? Keep this up, and the Halls really will dissolve the oath!" Keller already had the truck door open. His careless reply carried to me on the wind. "Lydia Vaughn's father left her a wolf-fang pendant. It's the only thing she has left of him, and I have to buy it back from the Neutral Zone auction house. As for Evelyn, we've been together since we were pups. A little sweet talk and she'll come around. Everyone in the North knows we're betrothed. She's twenty-six, and I've kept her waiting three years on top of that. Who else would dare take her?" I drew back the foot I had nearly set across the threshold. "The Lunar Council statute is clear. If thirty-six full moons pass and one party still refuses to deliver the promised bonding gifts, the oath is automatically void. I'm a free wolf now. I can choose another mate."