Alpha Blind Luna Novels & Stories

Ophelia quietly directed these words to Lydia, who seemed very unconcerned over what just happened. And it was Ophelia's turn to slam her fist against the table, startling everyone. "I'm sorry, Sabrina, Ronan," she apologized through a sniff, dawned Finlay's remaining wine, and stood up. "I am Luna of the Crimson Paw pack and you're Luna of the Nightwalker pack, my position is way higher than yours because the Nightwalker pack and the remaining thirty-one packs in the seven tribes in Easton are all under the Crimson Paw pack. My husband, Finlay is the Alpha of Alphas," she paused to look at Ronan's father, "no offense Alpha Blake, but someone needs to know their place," then she glared at Ly

The alpha has salt and pepper hair, and silvery-grey eyes, while the luna’s hair still has some raven-black strands mixed in with white. I take in a long breath and pray to the Moon for courage. It isn’t very often any pack will attempt to make a truce with another.

"Which is?" "That I am not Red Moon," she said. "I am not a pack that can be surrounded in the night and destroyed before dawn. I am a Luna bonded to two of the most powerful Alphas in the wolf world, standing in the middle of one of the most powerful packs alive, with abilities that have not existed in this world for three centuries." She paused, letting it settle. "Whatever the Council decides to do about that, they should do it with accurate information. Not Darius's version of it." Seraphine said nothing for a long moment.

“I didn’t ask for this. I never wanted to be Luna.” Lila laughed cruelly, the sound echoing off the wooden beams. “Look at her — already crying like a pup. How is this supposed to be our Luna? She’ll embarrass Alpha Kai in front of every rival pack. One look at those fat thighs and they’ll think our Alpha is weak.”

"It means Tricia is not your Luna… …she is the Alpha."

The warriors jumped out of the car and collected our belongings from the trunk, while Levi and Cromwel followed me outside with a serious expression on their faces, but their lips twitched as if they were about to burst out laughing. As Alpha and his Luna approached us, I saw how amazing they both were with their dark brown hair and sky blue eyes. His aura signals that you should not play with him. He has a robust figure and a firm appearance, but his Luna has a beauty that can captivate any man's heart, with confidence and bravery on her face. "Alpha Silver."I nodded, looking into his eyes. "Alpha Hunter." He nodded back, "I'm glad we've finally reached an accord." I put on a tiny and proud

I repeated, my tone quieter now, but heavier, more dangerous. I stepped closer, closing the distance between us. The air between us felt thick, tense, like it could snap at any second. I placed my hand on his shoulder, but he shoved it off almost immediately. “She is not just any subject,” I said firmly, my eyes locked onto his. “She is the Luna of this pack. Her lying in one of those beds is the same as the Alpha being hospitalized in his own public hospital.” He let out a light chuckle, the sound dry and dismissive, rubbing against my patience the wrong way.

“You haven’t claimed her yet. She’s fair game. Isn’t that right, Princess?” Blaine reaches for my hair to sweep it away from my neck, but Grant, who is on my other side, catches his hand and stands as well. “Do not lay a finger on my luna.” The color of his eyes mix ever so slightly, and I know he’s fighting for control. “Future luna. And even then, this wouldn’t be the first alpha she tried to seduce.” He scoffs at Grant’s comment which just furthers his anger.

Exhaled. When he spoke, his voice was low, threaded with old smoke. “Who calls?” he asked. Luna’s throat was dry. “I did,” she said. “Luna. Alpha of Moonshadow. Bearer of the Moonstone. Blood of the First Alphas. Or so I have been told.” A ghost of a smile touched his mouth. “‘Or so I have been told,’” he echoed. “Good. Skepticism. The young in my day swallowed prophecy like milk. It curdled them.”

The cold night air hit my skin, making my nipples pucker painfully. "Fuck yeah," he groaned, pinching one hard enough to make me cry out. "Like little berries. Bet they taste even better." "Get your filthy hands off me, you piece of shit!" I screamed. "You don't know who I am! I'm the Luna of this pack!" They both burst out laughing, a sound that scraped against my sanity. "Luna? Please! Alpha Dominic doesn't have a Luna. He is just a playboy who fucks around with anything that moves. That's the new norm with Alphas these days, isn't it?"