Novel & Cerita Arlecchino X Lumine

The surroundings are noisy. Music and loud cheers are everywhere. Today is the annual pack party of the Starlight Hallow Pack. The crowd yelled when their Alpha and his family comes out of the stage. Well build body, trimmed beard, and blue eyes are the face of the honorable rank number three werewolves ambassador, Alpha Lino Lumayag. His Luna with blonde hair and green mossy eyes is standing proudly on his right side. And their beautiful daughter, which is a carbon copy of her mother and with the same eyes as her father, waving shyly at everyone to his left side.

And here he is now, in front of me, as the Alpha of the Alexander pack, looking at me with his smug face. “Well, the future Luna of the Luminar pack, Hyacinth Luminar, is so nice to see you again.” He took my hand and gave it a slight kiss. My hand felt a tingled, probably because of his luscious lips and those endearing gazes that he gave me.

She doesn't look scared of my presence. "I am not interested in your story.For me you are an imposter.Do you realise who I am?"My eyes turns blue means my Alpha spirit has overlapped me."I am the most feared Alpha in the continent but my ambitions are more than that and you,a weak timid rogue doesn't fit in the criteria I set for my future Luna,who will rule by my side on the entire werewolf realm and you are definitely not the one I imagine as my Luna."I smirk seeing her face fall more.

Elder Romano began stiffly, “we need clarity.” “You have five minutes,” I said, taking my seat at the head of the table. There was a ripple of discomfort. “It has come to our attention,” another elder continued, “that the woman known as Lily… is in fact the late Luna of this pack.” The room fell into suffocating silence. I leaned back slowly. “You are mistaken.” “We conducted investigations,” Romano insisted. “DNA records. Old files. She matches the late Luna who was declared dead seven months ago.”

Mishi cleared his throat, standing up and smoothing his chaotic robes. "Ahem. Yes. Well. Lumira, allow me to introduce my companion," Mishi said, beaming with pride. "This is Lord Alaric Solari." The name hit the room like a physical shockwave. Selene, seeing her moment to regain the spotlight and sensing a higher-ranking noble, stepped forward instantly. She smoothed her white Saintess gown, her smile holy and blinding, her eyes shimmering with practiced grace.

He seems very concerned about his plans and decisions on choosing his Luna. "Irithel Albrecht is a powerful werewolf, she has the rare ability to control the minds of both humans and us, werewolves. Maybe, Liliene hasn't discovered yet on how to transform or maybe she doesn't take the werewolf blood of her mother but my father is certain that she inherited her mother's ability of controlling minds. Albrecht family is known to have this ability passed down from generation to generation. I'm holding on to that because I have a mission of eliminating these Grotesques," he still obliged to feed his Delta's nosiness. He gave up information as to avoid them from worrying too much on his plan of ma

Nodding once, he let his brother pull him away into the crowd. “Damn,” Lucien quipped. “Remind me never to piss you off.” “He only wanted to put his tongue to good use,” Ronin had a knowing expression on his face. “I can always get mine pierced if that’s what you’re into, sweet paionía.” Liora rolled her eyes. She was Luna–desired by many, but she couldn’t let people keep the misconception that they could have her. Her scowl returned when Alpha Alastor came up to greet them. His blond hair was bundled in a messy bun on the top of his head, his beige fitted shirt tucked into his army green cargo pants.

Of course, Rael and his human had been hunting and not conscious of where they’d been heading, until the old wolf felt the chill in the air. Malakar’s appearance was as twisted as his mind. His back hunched unnaturally, and a wicked smile curled at his cracked lips as his eyes, glinting with a mix of cunning and malevolence, met the old alpha’s gaze. “You’re punctual, Varian,” Malakar croaked, his voice dripping with a false cordiality that belied the calculating mind behind it. He was near the last of his arcane ability and this old man was his last option. “Call me Malakar.”

“That’s an odd accusation for a stranger to make.” “Then it’s fortunate I’m not accusing a stranger.” The words hung between us, and for a moment his easy composure cracked all the way open, something raw and uncertain surfacing underneath it. “Say that again,” he said quietly. “Lucian.” The voice cut through the corridor like a blade, and both of us turned to find Alaric standing at the far end, gold blazing bright in his eyes. “Alpha Alaric.” Lucian recovered fast, though the crack in his composure didn’t fully close this time. “Your Luna and I were discussing philosophy.”