Novel & Cerita Alora Luna Heartsong

My singing wasn’t part of the arrangement. He was probably worried I would ruin his plans. Though that was my intention, now wasn’t the time. “Everyone, settle down. Yes, I created the song, and no, I can’t be your Luna. Thank you for asking. I’m…the Lycan Heir’s Luna.” I nodded my head to the three males who shouted the loudest. “Some of you might already know me. For those of you who don’t, I’m Saira Malivik, Alpha Heir of the Evergreen Pack.”

My hand moves to his shoulder, but I do not touch him as collective roars erupt within the office. “Never mind, you’re here just in time for us to make it official.” “To make what official?” Alora wide eyes look to me. “Becoming luna….Cleo is my new Luna.” “No…” Alora gasps out, her hands moving to cover her mouth. “Oh yes…” “But she’s pregnant.” Alora growls out towards him, a move that isn’t missed by Ezra who takes a step forward…preparing to angle his body in front of her.

“Luna, if you let Mr. Stewart vent now, you might have other opportunities elsewhere once you leave East Emperor. If you don’t, the moment you step out of East Emperor, I’ll give it less than a second before someone drags you to a deviant place to do deviant things. Do you believe me when I say that?” Alora said calmly. She did! ...Luna’s whole body was trembling, and she immediately fell to the floor in fear. She crawled on her knees and picked up the money, just like how she had taunted Jane for doing.

It’s a painting of a girl in denim overalls, standing in a wild garden with a massive black wolf sitting protectively at her side. "The Luna and her Alpha," Alaric says. Juniper feels tears prick her eyes. She turns to him, and in front of everyone, Alaric kneels. He takes a small, silver collar—not for a dog, but a delicate, beautiful necklace made of woven silver and a piece of the Moon-Stone. "Juniper of the Wildflowers," Alaric says, his voice carrying through the hall. "Will you be the heart of my home? Will you be the Luna of the Iron-Wood?"

"Ladies and gentlemen, pack members and honored guests, I have the immense privilege and honor to introduce to you our new Luna. Luna Alaina!" The crowd watched with bated breath as he continued. "She possesses all the strength, kindness, and grace befitting a Luna. With open hearts, let us welcome Luna Alaina to her rightful place." The hall erupted into a thunderous roar of approval. The cheers of guests, the howls of wolves, and the claps of everyone around echoed throughout the room, filling the air with jubilation. The chant of "All hail Luna Alaina!" reverberated in my ears, overwhelming me with emotion.

"Be careful with my suits!" "Ah, Luna Ellie," Andrew said, his lips drawn into a straight line of frustration. "It's so nice to see you." Before Strand turned around, she mouthed the word, "Sorry," to her Beta, knowing he had better things to do than unload luggage. Then, Strand turned and looked into her eyes. He came at her swiftly, an impassioned look on his face as he reached for her hand. "Luna Ellie, it is a great pleasure to finally meet you," he said, lifting the back of her hand and placing a kiss on her knuckles. "I'm Strand Hanson of the Crying Wolf Pack." He lowered her hand and looked into her eyes. "Your future husband."

He told her to hold onto the light. Laila reached into her chest, feeling the pulse of the Lunar Heart. It was different now not a fire, but a deep, resonant chime that vibrated in every cell of her body. She looked at her ten companions and told them to start the Song. The ten Silverbacks closed their eyes, their voices rising in a low, rhythmic chant. It wasn't a melody; it was a vibration, a sound that cut through the wet clicking of the Soul Eaters that were already swarming the sides of the ship. The sapphire light of the frequency formed a dome over the deck, a protective shell that hissed and sparked as the mist tried to breach it.

His heart clenched, part awe, part desire, part something darker that only he understood. The first song ended, and the arena exploded with applause. Luna’s chest rose and fell rapidly, but she kept her composure, bowing briefly before stepping into the next piece. The energy surged, every note pulling her higher, faster, stronger. Her voice was flawless, commanding, yet intimate, like a secret whispered directly into the hearts of her audience.

They chorused dramatically. A satisfied look filled her expression and she continued.“Your Luna is an oppressor. We are not one to lay judgment but that’s what we can all attest to.” “I can see that you indeed have a problem. But you are in no position to judge my Luna.” I quickly cleared them. “But she is!” Another warrior said. She had shouted the loudest and she looked like she was the most aggravated. Lorna, I remembered her name was Lorna.“Would you properly express yourselves?” I snapped and Miss Jonas’ frown deepened.

In her mind, a familiar voice suddenly echoed, the words drowned in a static, stormy sound, except for three: “Luna Sandra’s daughter.” Naya’s heart raced and her frown turned deeper. In her dream, the face of Sana Azalea appeared. Bloodied yet with a smile, she looked at Naya and softly uttered her final words, “I’m glad… that I was able to meet Luna Sandra’s daughter.”