A Night With Loona Novels & Stories

Who pursues me at night everywhere But if it wasn't for the horn and the tail I wouldn't be able to stand it She walks away leaving the drunks behind And the trail of chaos, of destruction You look at this boy, devastated, unable To think of any other solution And he'll drink, he'll fall, get up and start drinking again Only with a lot of sacrifice he gets home in the morning Until then, it's okay, but it's every day, yes, another one too And all this is the fault of the Devil Woman Who chases me at night everywhere But if it wasn't for the horn and the tail I wouldn't be able to stand it ) The next day, Lora felt energized. There would be no need to work, as the final preparations for Fashi

I should tell him what he said to me in NYC. "Mate, remember when I had accused you of when we were at NYC?" "Yeah?" Maybe tomorrow is better to tell him. "N-nothing. " "You sure?" "Yeah. Good night." "Good night. I love you." "I love you too." And we both fell asleep on each other's arms. Tomorrow shall be the first day I'm Luna. . . . . . I fell on my back. "Well well well. Look who we have here. A runaway cat." I kept my eyes shut. Unwilling to see the horrible reality awaiting me when I open my eyes.

She explained in her soft and chirpy voice. “We work the laundry in shifts – day shift and night shift. You’ll be on nights. Don’t worry, it’s not like you have to sit here until sunrise. You just need to handle whatever piles come in during the evening, get them washed and dried, and that’s it. As far as I’ve heard night shift’s not so bad – usually quieter, less people breathing down your neck” She kept spilling details I wasn’t entirely sure I wanted cluttering my brain. “Got it.”

He teased, taking in my lower lip, biting it slightly and then letting go almost immediately. “Because I want to feel them on my pussy. I'm so fucking wet right now and I need you to make me scream your name.” I sighed into his mouth and leaned on my toes to kiss his earlobe. He shuddered, his hand sneaking around my waste. “Will you make Luna cum tonight?” I whispered. “Luna's wish is my command.”

Taking a deep breath, I addressed the room, my voice steady yet laced with emotion. "I stand before you today, grateful for the unwavering support and love that surrounds us. We gather not just to crown a Luna but to celebrate the resilience and unity of our pack. In the face of challenges and loss, we have found strength in each other, in the bonds that tie us together." With each word spoken, I felt a sense of healing, a gradual acceptance that while I couldn't change the past, I could shape the future. Jenny's presence beside me, her hand in mine, was a grounding force, a reminder that together we could overcome any obstacle.

Bruce snapped, voice slicing the air. "You're the shameless one—stealing my Luna!" He actually pulled out a crumpled photo from our mating ceremony, holding it up like proof in court. "Look! She's mine. My mate!" The crowd buzzed. Whispers flew like wildfire. They'd heard stories about Bruce, but now all eyes were on me—confused, searching. I stared at the photo. Nothing. No flicker of recognition. Wolvent's smile turned lethal. "Your Luna? Did you even mark her?"

I wanted to tell her that I didn't even feel like a Luna, but the words caught in my throat. She stepped away from the mirror, and I was faced once again with my reflection. But this time, she was not wearing that scared look—she had a deep frown on her face that spoke of revenge. Marcel thought he was trapping me, but he didn't see it. Once the ceremony was done, I would be his forever, and there would be no turning back. I couldn't let it happen. I knew the order of the night events that would happen under the full moon, starting from the exchange of oaths to the blood binding. I would be pronounced Luna and thereafter spend the night with Marcel.

The black lingerie that was originally in the closet, I took after cleaning the body in the bathroom. The smell of soap residue so thick, a mixture of sandalwood and rose flowers so attached. Both my eyes looked at the lingerie in front of me; then I decided to wear it exactly at 21:00. I don't intend to leave the room after this anyway because the day has been full of activities, and tonight, I intend to go to bed early. Yes, all the lingerie fit me well. But the black color looks better and makes my skin look even fairer. I quickly put on the thigh-length outfit.

After a long bath, I returned to the room where I saw several maids with rows of dresses. "Good morning, Luna." They all greeted in unison while bowing low. My lips twitched. I really wasn't used to this... I stepped forward, and a few maids immediately approached. They dried my skin and applied lotions, after which I was fully clothed. Light makeup was applied on my face, and when they were done, the one in the mirror was no longer the Slave Selena people used to know___ She had transitioned into a Luna... Luna Selena.

The morning sun had climbed higher, spilling warm light across Moonhaven's stone streets. Market banners fluttered gently in the breeze. Children peeked between adults, trying to catch a better glimpse. Old wolves leaned on canes. Young warriors stood with folded arms. For years, this world had existed without her. Now she stood in the middle of it again. Not as a Luna. Not as a prisoner. Simply as Rowena. Dean noticed her hesitation. He stepped closer, lowering his voice so only she could hear. "You don't have to do this." She looked at him.