Plot Twists Werewolf Short Stories & Luna Novels

I was the useless rogue Omega Alpha Nolan Frost had brought home. I had no wolf form or fighting skills, and my sense of smell was no better than an ordinary human's. Everyone in the pack thought my pretty face was the only reason I'd found a place there. "A useless thing like you would be torn to pieces the moment you left the Alpha!" What they didn't know was that I was the Judge the Moon Goddess herself had chosen. I'd spent 60 years at my last job, settling one petty werewolf squabble after another until I was so exhausted that even my hair had turned white. Now I was retired and living as a pampered pet. No more of that nonsense. Just an endless supply of the finest food and luxuries. Life couldn't have been better. Until the pack came under siege. Nolan's father was gravely wounded, and his two older brothers were locked in silver cages and tortured. Even Nolan was being forced to sign a blood sacrifice pact, trading his life for his people's safety. The enemy Alpha sized me up and sneered. "Don't worry, Nolan. Once you're dead, I'll take good care of this useless pet for you." I studied the ugly Alpha before me. This was a problem. Nolan was the most handsome young Alpha I'd ever seen. If they tortured him to death, I'd be very unhappy. Just before Nolan was forced to sign the blood sacrifice pact, I stopped holding back my aura, and the Moon Goddess's mark appeared on my forehead. In an instant, all the werewolves there dropped to their knees, trembling. I looked at them coldly. "Who gave you the nerve to disturb my peace?"

I was the fated mate of Ashton, Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack. He marked me in front of the entire pack, and everyone honored me as his Luna. For five years of marriage, he treated me like a treasure. Every night, he held me as I fell asleep and told me I was the one he would protect with his life. He was so good to me, giving me endless respect and protection, that even when my stepsister Serena mocked me in private for being a wolfless nobody who couldn't shift, I never cared. That illusion lasted until the night before the rogues launched their massive attack, when I overheard him say, "If I hadn't marked Lena, how could I have planted the blood sacrifice curse on her? And how else would the rogues have made her their target? "Serena nearly died in that frozen lake saving me years ago. I swore a blood oath that I would never let her suffer so much as a scratch. "As for Lena... my wolf is drawn to her, yes. But the only person I want to protect is Serena." So on the night Ashton marked me, he had branded the blood sacrifice curse into my mark. The skin his lips had touched was both proof of our fated bond and the mark of a sacrificial lamb, meant to shield my sister. If that was how it was, then this cursed fated mate bond could go to whoever wanted it.

For ten years, I bled for my fated mate, Damian. I forged him into an Alpha. I built his pack from nothing. But on the eve of our Blood Moon ceremony, he chose her. He made his first love, Isla—the one who abandoned him—the High Priestess. Not me. He thought I was just some rogue with a knack for magic. He thought he could drain my power, cast me aside, and claim Isla as his true mate. But he forgot who I am. I brokered the treaties. I negotiated the trades. I built the wards that kept them all alive. He and his pack hailed Isla as their savior. They groveled at her feet. They tried to get rid of me. Their plan? Force me to escort a demon to the Abyss of Exile. But he never knew my secret. I'm no rogue. I am the youngest daughter of the Alpha King. I am royalty. So I gave them what they wanted. I walked away. They only started to panic when my wards shattered and their lands were overrun.

My Alpha mate Kieran’s new assistant was his childhood friend. She kept using work reports as an excuse to flirt with Kieran. Kieran yelled at her and said that if it weren't for their childhood friendship, he'd kick her out of the pack immediately. I was his one true mate. But just days later, he put his childhood friend Meredith's name on my life's work - my breakthrough research on silver poisoning treatment. When I confronted him about it, he just brushed it off, telling me to think about the bigger picture. At the annual Healer Excellence Awards ceremony, Meredith wore a designer gown and walked on stage as the chief healer to accept the award. Kieran sat in the audience, leading the applause for her. All the camera flashes and congratulations became a joke at my expense. The next day, as I was about to board my flight overseas, Kieran rushed to the airport like a madman to stop me. His eyes were bloodshot as he gripped my wrist: "I was just having fun with Meredith. You're the only Luna of this pack. But if you really leave like this, I'll have you removed from the pack healer registry." His words hit me like a punch to the gut. I spoke each word deliberately. "Kieran, you're way too full of yourself." After landing, I dialed another number: "Alpha Garrett, let's begin the plan to establish the new healing center."

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.

During the pack's wilderness training, my adopted sister, Tessa, shoved me from a cliffside thick with wolfsbane. My Alpha, Fenrir, turned and left with Tessa feigning injury in his arms, leaving me for dead at the bottom of the ravine. I died instantly, but my soul lingered, watching everything with cold detachment. I watched as Tessa's tearful complaints swayed him into blaming me for my own disappearance. "Will Selene ever stop causing me trouble?" "She's weak and always looking for trouble. How could she possibly be fit to be our Luna?" He had no idea I was already dead at the bottom of that cliff choked with wolfsbane. Five whole days. The poison hit my bloodstream like liquid fire, racing through my veins with merciless speed. As my body decayed under the moonlight, my love for him faded with it. The title of Luna, the magnificent coronation I had dreamed of, everything I once cherished was now meaningless. The Selene who loved him was well and truly dead.

Everyone envied me — an orphan who'd become the Luna of the most powerful Alpha in the Southern Territory: Cain. For three years of our mating, he treated me like I was the center of his world. Then Serena — his childhood sweetheart — severed her bond with her former mate and came back to our pack. Cain started patrolling the territory every night. Coming home later and later. He didn't even ask me before moving Serena into our pack house. "Her ex-mate has been stalking her. She and I grew up together — how could I just stand by and let someone threaten her?" Serena spent every day in lingerie, draped over Cain. The two of them flipping through old photos, reminiscing about the time Cain got into a brawl because some guy had been hitting on her. I didn't say a word. I quietly tucked away the pregnancy test and brought Cain a bowl of "calming tonic." He drank it without hesitation. What he didn't know was that it was a witch's potion — one that could forcibly sever a mate bond. It would take effect on the next full moon. When it was done, I made a phone call. "Alpha Ethan, I'm ready to come to the Northern Territory. Come get me."

On the seventh Valentine's Day after our bond was formed, my Alpha, Ethan Carrillo, goes on a business trip with a female Beta. When he returns, he gives me a blue sapphire necklace worth millions of dollars as an apology. Everyone thinks he loves me to the core, but I discover the female Beta wearing something rarer—a full set of blue sapphire jewelry. She has a necklace, earrings, and a bracelet. I act like I don't know anything and continue playing my part as the perfect Luna. The two of them go wild in the study at home after I fall asleep, wanting to add some spice to their lives. The following day, Ethan gives me a rare blue fox-fur shawl. Only then do I realize that each blue gift he gives me is a sign of his diffidence. My wardrobe is full of the blue things he's given me over the years! I start preparing a gift for him, too. He'll never know that I'm getting ready to leave him. I'll never let him find me.

The seer's prophecy was clear: Alpha Alistair Blackthorn would betray his Luna in the fifth year of their mating. Alistair laughed and kicked her table over. "Eight years with Selene. You think I would throw that away for some liar's words?" For four years after, he was perfect. Tender. Devoted. He rejected Jade Moonshadow, the Gamma female who confessed her love, and had her driven from pack lands. I believed him completely. Then came our fifth anniversary. A package arrived with no return address. Inside, a photograph—Alistair and Jade tangled together, raw and intimate. On the back, written in careful script: His heart stays with you. His body stays with me. Now we're even. At the bottom of the box, a pair of pink lace underwear. The same pair she wore. I sat alone for three hours. I did not call him. Instead, I went to the elders and asked them to prepare the Severance papers.

I had just returned from the royal capital when my mother told me she had arranged a marriage for me. My fiance was the newly appointed Alpha of the Silvermoon Pack. He was handsome, exceptionally gifted, and had a spotless romantic history. He had never been in a relationship. As soon as the news reached the royal capital, the Alpha King immediately approved a mansion for our wedding, declaring it a gift to me in celebration of my upcoming marriage. My fiance said they would take care of decorating the mansion for me. All that remained was for me to move in. The night before our mating ceremony, I returned to the mansion unexpectedly to retrieve a potion. The moment I opened the door, I was stunned by the decorations inside. Black drapes hung throughout the mansion, the walls were covered with crosses, and right in the center stood a large black-and-white portrait of me. Even the silvermoon flowers my mother had carefully prepared as a symbol of blessings had been replaced with white lilies. It looked nothing like a wedding mansion. It looked like a funeral parlor. Thinking someone had deliberately sabotaged my mating ceremony, I immediately ordered the werewolves who were still decorating to stop. But then Monica, Edward’s childhood sweetheart, stormed in and blocked my way, her face twisted with anger. “Who gave you permission to touch my decorations?!” I suppressed my anger and shot back, “My mating ceremony is tomorrow. Do you really think turning my wedding mansion into a funeral parlor is appropriate?” She scoffed dismissively. “So what? Edward said I could decorate it however I wanted. If you have a problem with that, go complain to Edward. Let’s see whose side he takes.” “If you dare remove anything, I’ll make sure you can’t hold your mating ceremony tomorrow.” I let out a cold laugh and called Edward on the spot. “Edward, I have no particular desire to hold my mating ceremony in a funeral parlor. Get over here right now and take your people away.”

After bearing my fated mate's pup, I sank into severe postpartum depression. By day, as Luna of the Blood Moon Pack, I had to hold myself together. By night, I let despair drown me. Time and time again, I picked up the silver dagger, ready to end it all. It was Alpha Raymond Kirk who held me, who told me over and over: "It's all right, Aurora. No matter what you become, our pup and I will always be here." For five whole years, I held it back. I didn't want to be a burden to anyone. Then one day, the pup cut his finger and let out a cry. I broke. I cut my wrist again. Raymond finally snapped. He shoved a fistful of calming herbs into my mouth. "How long are you going to keep this up? Are you trying to drive me and our pup insane?" "If you don't want to live, why don't you just die?" I swallowed in silence. And just like that, a thought came to me. Every night, Raymond murmured a girl's name in his sleep. She could replace me. She could be the mother our pup deserved. As for me—I should return to the Moon Goddess.

Every year on the first spring full moon, Callum Thorne and Sienna Blake turn the anniversary of our relationship into a game for the entire pack to enjoy. Every year brings another humiliation, from a false Luna ceremony and a moonstone ring designed as a joke to a room filled with laughter at my expense. Every year, Callum assumes I love him too much to leave, no matter how deeply he humiliates me. This year, laurel wine runs down my face as I remove the ring I have worn for six years and drop it at his feet. He still does not follow me because he believes I will forgive him by morning. He has forgotten one thing. I am not Tessa Reed, the ordinary woman with no family, no pack, and nowhere else to go. My real name is Tessa Valeborn. I am the Alpha King’s daughter and the rightful heir to the royal bloodline. Six years ago, I concealed my identity and left the royal court because I wanted someone to choose me without knowing my title. I believed Callum was that man. Then I discover that even his first confession began with a full-moon bet. This time, I refuse to remain their favorite joke. Tessa Reed is about to disappear from Callum’s life. The Alpha King’s daughter is finally going home.

Right after Ethan and I announced our mating ceremony, his childhood sweetheart from the pack, Sophia, came rushing back. And she flat-out demanded I go through a "bloodline trial." "Someone like you, a wolf outcast, you're definitely up to no good. You have to pass this month-long bloodline trial before our pack will accept your mating!" With Ethan basically giving them the nod, Sophia and her pack betas put me through hell. They deliberately messed with my moonlight alchemy circle, almost tore my mind apart. The backlash from the moon energy tortured me until I almost broke. My body felt like it was being ripped to shreds. They contaminated my sacred water potions. The choking fumes nearly suffocated me. The betas were cruel and vicious. "She's just a lone wolf anyway. If she dies, no pack will back her up." Then, Sophia stole the Moon Goddess sacred artifact my grandma left me—the Moon Alchemy Cauldron. She taunted me, all cocky. "If you've got the guts, try summoning the Moon Goddess's power on the blood moon night to take it back! Otherwise, I'll use your family's crappy old cauldron as a chamber pot!" I’ve had enough. I’m so sick of these ‘trials,’ and there’s no way in hell I’m mating with Ethan.

I was once the strongest warrior of the Cedar Pack. I was Alpha Killian’s fated mate. But Bianca, an omega who had always secretly loved Killian, saw her chance. While I was leading a team to claim new territory, she lured a pack of rogues to ambush me. They severely wounded me and left me for dead in a marsh. She sold our secrets to the rogues. Then she framed me for the slaughter that followed. Everyone thought I betrayed Killian and left. Killian believed it too. Bianca played the part of the gentle woman who saved him. She became his new mate. Three years later, my body was found. The moment Killian saw the pup inside me, his wolf went feral. His eyes bled red.

I am the only sister of the Alpha of the White River Pack. For as long as I can remember, Dorian Blackwood, Kieran Holloway, and Ronan Sinclair have always been by my side. Their names serve as my protective charms. When I tell them I crave the sour berries from the southern forest, a plate of fresh, dew-kissed berries will show up on my windowsill the next day. When I'm 16, I accidentally fall off a cliff because I'm too busy having fun to watch where I'm going. Kieran's the one who jumps down and breaks my fall with his body. He ends up with four broken ribs, yet the first thing he does when he comes to is ask if I'm hurt. For 18 years, they protect me and spoil me like a princess. I view each and every one of them as my personal possession. I assume that when it comes time for me to get married, I won't even have to choose. Whichever one of them I end up with, I feel completely confident I'll live a good life. It all changes when Maeve Greystone joins the pack with her pup. She rarely smiles and tends to keep to herself. She's half a head taller than me and an excellent hunter. On her second day in the pack, everyone goes out hunting together, and she practically outshines all the pack's warriors. Dorian's the first one who changes. He calls me useless because I can't even aim my gun properly when we hunt, and he thinks that I'm too spoiled. That night, I sprain my ankle while I'm alone at the hunting grounds. I call Dorian and ask him to come get me. He answers the phone, but he tells me he's too busy. In the end, Kieran and Ronan come to take me home. They also berate Dorian on my behalf. Yet, it isn't long before Kieran has a change of heart too. He gives Maeve the horse he promised to give me. Then, he tells me, "She goes hunting in the forest a lot these days. She needs it more than you do." … At the graduation party, the whole pack gathers around the bonfire and dances. I look at Ronan, the only one who is still by my side, and ask him, "Do they all think I'm the problem?" He pats me on the head and smiles. "You've done nothing wrong. The problem lies entirely with them." That night, Ronan personally fastens the moonstone necklace he promised to give me as my graduation gift around Maeve's neck. He even tells her that it looks better on her than it does on me. I mull it over for a long time before knocking on my older brother Sten White's door. "I'll go to the Moon Guard Pack to fulfill the marriage alliance."

On our wedding night, Alpha Derek Blackwood's private plane went down. To comfort me, my mother-in-law, Hester Blackwood, sent his illegitimate younger brother, Kane Blackwood, into my bedroom. She said he could ease the loneliness now that my mate was dead. I panicked. A werewolf only ever has one mate, and as the Alpha King's sister, I had always been fiercely protective of my chastity. But the moment I opened my mouth to refuse, lines of text appeared in the air in front of me. [The hero was so terrified of marrying the side character that he faked his death overnight, then dumped some unwanted bastard on her? That's brutal!] [Stop crying, side character. Your husband is off drowning himself in the Luna Queen's bed!] [Tsk, tsk. A royal insider hooking up with the Luna Queen? Who's living for this? Me!] [If the side character quietly accepts the bastard, she survives. Too bad she's so loyal. She refuses to stop searching for the hero's body, which actually moves him a little. The Luna Queen hates her for it. The moment the Alpha King dies, the Luna Queen has her imprisoned for life and force-fed slow-acting silver poison every day.] What? Terrified, I hurried to smooth out the velvet sheets, change into a silk nightgown, and put on perfume. "Well, handsome, what are you waiting for? Come here!" Then why did that supposedly dead Alpha come crawling back only days after word of Kane and me got out?

I am the only daughter of the Alpha King. When I was eight, I rescued a starving rogue pup named Alex from the border. I begged my father to take him in, and we grew up together. At eighteen, I discovered he was my fated mate. My father happily gave me to him in marriage, carved out a stretch of territory, and made him an Alpha. Everyone said we were a perfect match. Until a year ago — while I was pregnant — the boy who had always protected me and adored me fell in love with a Healer named Vivian. He told me that he'd always seen me as a little sister. He got on his knees and begged me to let him go. He was willing to give up the entire territory and his Alpha title. My hands trembled as I signed the Mate Bond dissolution agreement. But before it could take effect, that healer slipped wolfsbane into my medicine. I miscarried. When I finally opened my eyes, Alex rushed to my side with bloodshot eyes, held me tight like he was terrified of losing me, and apologized over and over. He said he was wrong. He swore he would devote himself to me completely. I was consumed by hatred. I ordered Vivian's execution. But Alex grabbed my hand and stopped me. He told me he'd already banished her permanently. For the next year, Alex was perfectly devoted — attentive to my every need. Then, seven months into my second pregnancy, I stumbled upon the woman who should have been long banished — Vivian, quietly settled at the edge of the territory. And Alex, leaning down to kiss her tenderly. If he loves Vivian that much, then I'll take back everything I ever gave him — and let him have his "true love." But if that's what he wanted... then why is he on his knees again, begging me to come back?

The day Kellan Reed became Alpha, the pack historian asked him who he was most grateful to. Everyone looked at me, the Luna who had given everything to help him get there. But Kellan's gaze landed on the Omega in the very last seat. "The person I'm most grateful to is Serena Morgan." The historian froze for a second and gave me an awkward glance. Then he handed Serena the white moonstone necklace that had been passed down for generations. It was an old White Moon tradition: whenever a new Alpha took power, he presented his Luna with the necklace as a symbol of the White Moon Pack. Every Alpha before him had given it to his mate. Until me. That was where the tradition ended. Serena looked flustered. "Kellan, I can't accept this. It belongs to your Luna." But Kellan fastened the moonstone around Serena's neck himself. "Evelyn is my Luna, but she came into my life after I was already whole. You saved me when I couldn't even control my own wolf. I'll never forget that windowless treatment room, or how we had to share the only bed. You were the only one who could calm my wolf enough to let me sleep." Serena's eyes went red, and she threw her arms around him. Her 10-year-old son, Leon, came over and asked quietly, "Uncle Kellan, does that make us your family too?" Kellan bent down and ruffled the boy's hair. The pack said nothing. Everyone watched to see how I, his Luna, would handle my husband's other "responsibility." I turned, took off my ring, and handed it to the guard behind me. "Send this back to the Blackcliff Pack. "Send a message from me. Tell them to recall every warrior stationed at the Ashford border and cut off all military aid between our two packs." Kellan thought Serena was the one who saved him. Then let her keep protecting his pack.

The night my mate died saving me, his last words were: "If there is a next life, let me be with Odette." So when I woke up, back on the day I begged my father to let me marry him, I chose someone else.

Alex and I grew up together. Both of us loved each other. He told me since I was little that I was his only Luna. When I was eighteen, we became each other's mates by the Moon Goddess's divine decree. He swore before the entire pack that he would love me, protect me, and that I would be his only Luna. Last month, I realized he had cheated. The other pack members knew about this, but they kept it secret too. I pretended not to notice it and continued to play along as mates who were in love. Meanwhile, after praying to the Moon Goddess to sever our mate bond and my personal information, I left that place. But Alex regretted it.