Alora Luna Heartsong Romane & Geschichten

My lips opened, but no sound came from my mouth. Do I understand him correctly? What if this is all a dream? A nightmare, perhaps? “A-are you sure?” Finally, I found my voice. “Surprised? Well, it looks like I'm the next Luna." Alaine let go of her scarf, which showed a bite mark on her shoulder. "Look, Lennon marked me two years ago. Don't you also want to see the mark I put on his shoulder as well?"

Just as I’m about to say something, argue that I wasn’t that good of a girl, Laura comes back into the room, this time with a line of crew members and cameras behind her. She grins at us once we’re looking back at her, clapping her hands. “Alright guys, who’s ready to film Luna’s choice?!”

She winked, earning a chuckle from her daughter. Alpha Damon growled and captured Luna's lips. “Oh God, you never cease to amaze me with your beauty.” The Luna returned the kiss, and for a moment, they were lost in each other's taste until Lydia chuckled. They broke apart, both smiling. The Alpha wore a broad smile like he had just won a trophy. “Sorry,” the Luna apologized, still smiling. “You’ll understand when it t—” the Alpha began to say, but the Luna dragged him out by his outfit, leaving Lydia alone.

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.

Chapter 164 George's POV The hall was bright and all. I saw familiar faces, they were l smiling at me but all that really mattered at the moment was Wendy. Wendy. My Luna. My wife. The elders stood in front of her, their expressions a mixture of both respect and reverence. One of the elders Elder Marcus, cleared his throat. "Wendy Ashton, do you accept this position as Luna, to stand by Alpha George and lead the pack with wisdom and strength?"

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?"

Leah Darkwood. Her presence was impossible to ignore. She stood tall and poised, her fiery red hair cascading over her shoulders like waves of molten gold. Her piercing green eyes were sharp and unyielding, and the smirk on her lips was anything but welcoming. Even from across the room, I could feel the searing intensity of her hatred. My wolf stirred uneasily, sensing the hostility radiating from her. “Luna Alora, welcome,” the teacher called out, her voice breaking through the tension. She gestured for me to step forward. “Everyone, this is Luna Alora of the Darkwood Pack. She’ll be joining us starting today. Please make her feel welcome.”

As we run, I feel the strong wind on my face, I hear the paws hitting the ground, I feel Byron's joy, as I feel a unity with the pack, I keep looking at the moon. Was it really a higher power of the Moon Goddess who decided to bring me here to this place so I could make it my home? Was it her will to guide Maddie towards my dad and me so we could save her and destiny could make the circle and finally lead me back here? I clench my fist stronger on Byron's fur. I know that it's just the beginning of my road as a Luna, of my life as Theon’s mate, of accepting my role as Rosie's mother. That's not something I had in mind when I used to think of my future, but still, I don't regret anything and

She turned her face into Dante’s palm for a second, drawing strength from his certainty, before looking back at the Echo and the endless mirrors. “Then the waiting is over,” Luna declared, her voice now ringing with a new, undeniable resonance. It was no longer the voice of a girl who questioned her place. It was the voice of a woman announcing her arrival. “I am Luna, daughter of Alarick, the Last Alpha King. The hidden heir. The Silver Wolf.” She let her gaze sweep over the visions of potential futures—the glorious and the terrible. “The prophecy gave me a choice. I choose to reign.”

The Luna they should have had. Ryker’s chest tightened when he saw me, but his voice carried strong and commanding through the hall, as he held out his hand for me to join him. “Tonight, I claim what should have been claimed long ago.” Murmurs swept through the crowd, but he silenced them with a raised hand. “This is Alora Windsong. Daughter of My beloved Lyra.” His voice hardened, his gaze sweeping over the hall, “and Mine,” as he turned to me, wrapping his arms around me. I tried very hard to hold back the tears.