Novel & Cerita Alora Luna Heartsong Werewolf Novel

"So now you understand why I asked Jessica to go back to her pack?" "We got it!" Another voice in unison. "Good!" Alpha King said emphatically. "I hope you understand one more thing that Lona is my mate, your future Luna Queen. You need to respect her the same way you respect me." It wasn't until all the werewolves had heard Alpha King's words that he asked them to stand up. The tension in the atmosphere was also reduced a bit, but no werewolf dared to breathe a sigh of relief.

She’s trying to kill or at least give me a heart attack. Seriously, what person in their right mind gets in the way of a pissed-off Luna? Especially when said Luna isn’t any ordinary Luna. Even here in Bloodmoon, we know that Luna Crista and her mate Alpha Alec are no ordinary Luna and Alpha couple. They have TWO wolf spirits, and the secondary wolf spirits are ancient ones, like we are talking back to the beginning of our kind ancient.

"Hillary Hunter, if only you know what I've been through, you wouldn't be saying such bullcrap from your mouth. Let me educate you, do you know how I feel everyday seeing you around me... I feel sad and angry. You remind me of your bastard father who changed me to a werewolf and claimed that I was his so-called mate. He deceived me into joining a pack which he lied would be like a family to me. A pack which deceived me in leaving the man I loved and into joining them and then after making me leave everything and everyone I knew as a human being, they dumped me like waste. When yoir father, Anthony Hunter was about to be made Alpha and i, Luna, they lied that there was some mistake in the mat

one matronly old Luna whispered to me theatrically, “I tried something like that when I was younger, but then of course I found out he was lying to me, so I ended it.” ”You stopped being Luna?” I asked, shocked. ”No no, I killed him,” the grizzled Luna gave a terrifying smile and patted the arm of her much younger Alpha, “simplified everything fantastically.” ”Oh…” I paled, turning to regard Gideon who stared at me blandly, “Sounds messy.” “Well, yes,” the Luna smiled, “ most Alpha business is,” before she turned away to compliment Dierdra’s dress. “I must say, if I had to guess, you must be the mistress,” a young Alpha bowed to me with a leer.

She gestures for me to sit at the circular table in the center of the room. “Tell me,” she begins, “what do you think a Luna is?” I shrug. “A title. A pretty label for a woman meant to stand quietly beside a man who already has too much power.” Her eyes glint in an instant. “Then you misunderstand your role. A Luna is not a decoration, child. She is the second heartbeat of the pack. If the Alpha leads, she keeps him human.” I can’t help the dry laugh that escapes me. “Human. You make it sound like he still is.”

In the moonless cave, the old spirit waited. She had no eyes, but saw everything. “You are no Luna,” she whispered. “You are something older.” She placed a crown of bones and silver. I felt it burn. I did not speak. I only walked alone to the cliff’s edge. Below, wolves mourned. Above, stars wept. Inside, I promised: “No more waiting. No more mercy. This pack will rise, or the world will fall.” The stolen pups returned, alive, unharmed, but changed: their eyes were red, their voices were wrong.

The staff treated her with a mix of deference and curiosity, their whispers trailing behind her like shadows. She learned that Kael was the Alpha of the Bloodshade Clan, a powerful werewolf pack that had ruled these lands for generations. The realization sent a chill through her—she was living among wolves. Despite her initial fear, Luna found herself drawn to Kael. He was a man of few words, but his presence was commanding, his every movement deliberate. She often caught him watching her from afar, his silver eyes filled with an emotion she couldn't decipher. One evening, as she wandered the library, Luna stumbled upon a hidden alcove. Inside, she found a collection of old journals, their l

Goddess, I hope I was wrong. “...me and my wolf.” She added in a low voice, and I grabbed her hands resting on my chest, holding them tightly. I refrained from growling or saying anything, waiting for her to continue. “That if I have my wolf, you can claim me as your Luna, and you can remain as the Alpha of this pack.” My eyes snapped open as tears pooled in them. “No… No…” I mumbled. “Please tell me they didn’t do anything to harm you and your wolf…”

I said, and my voice rang clear and hard with a power that permitted no debate. “I am Alora, ex-luna of the Silver Moon pack, Alpha to the Night Terrors, rightful leader to SilverClaw. If anyone doubts my strength or my purpose, let him talk now. Otherwise, bow and be done with it.” The room seemed to freeze for a second. Then, slowly, one by one, the wolves lowered their heads. Even the staunchest of SilverClaw’s soldiers, who had scorned the idea of submission before, bent their knees, their loyalty permanently shifted.

This outsider has no place here. My heart sank at her words. Some people didn't want to accept me after all. When I was about to go, I came across the female wolf. When I saw her closely, she was even more beautiful, but the mean look in her eyes was clear. “So you're the new Luna,” she said, her voice full of venom. “I'm Lyra. I hope you realize what you've walked into here.” Before I could respond, Lyra leaned in close, her voice dropping to a hiss. “You don't deserve to be Luna. You're nothing but a cast-off from another pack. Xander deserves better.”