Novel & Cerita Chasing His Wolfless Luna Back Novel

"He was worried about me being human as well, and I didn't really feel comfortable being in a community of wolves. Human-wolf mates weren't as common back then. So he bought us this house, and took care of us the best he could. He usually spent every night with us, and that's all I ever asked of him." "What is a Luna?" I asked after a moment. I didn't remember Nikko ever mentioning it to me, but it seemed to be linked with the Alpha. "If you think of an Alpha as like a King of the pack, then the Luna would be like the Queen," my mother explained. "Hasn't your mate told you this? He is an Alpha, correct?" I stared at her in surprise.

He pulls out the chair across from me and sits, unhurried, like he has nowhere else in the world he'd rather be right now. Up close, in better light, he looks younger than I expected for someone who commands this much fear. Not much older than Damian. But there's something in his eyes that Damian never had — something still, cold and absolutely frightening. He looked like he's already three steps ahead of whatever I'm about to say. "Let's start again," he says. "Luna Vance." "Yes, your majesty." "No pack mark. No mate mark. No wolf." He says it slowly, like he's turning each fact over in his hand, checking it for a flaw.

"The Fox is sniffing at the burrow. But there is a bigger predator in this house. A wolf in a silk tie who thinks he can steal the mountain's gold." I sat on a tiny velvet chair that groaned under my weight. I turned to Luna first. She was the heart of this team, but she was also the most protective. To get her on board, I needed to show her the shadows. "Luna, my little bird," I said, reaching out to take her small hand. "Have you seen how your Mommy’s eyes are like the winter sky lately? No sun? No stars? Just... grey?" Luna’s bottom lip trembled. She clutched a plush bunny to her chest. "Because of the Bad Man Alaric? The one who makes her sign the scary papers?"

Running a hand through my hair, I let out a sigh. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.” “N-Not at all, Alpha. I’m s-sorry. It’s still early and I d-didn’t think you would be up for a while.” I nodded, taking a deep breath. “Not that I expect you to know, but have you see a large grey wolf?” “You mean Luna?” Blinking at her, she had her head cocked to the side much like Tahlia did when she looked at me. Was this the look? Looking at me like I was being stupid? Or saying something stupid?

New plan. _*]:min-w-0"> Luna ran. _*]:min-w-0"> The creature chased. _*]:min-w-0"> She could hear it behind her. Crashing through undergrowth. Faster than she was. Gaining. _*]:min-w-0"> Her wolf rose without permission. Instinct taking over. _*]:min-w-0"> Luna's hands shifted. Claws extending. Her vision sharpened further. Her speed increased. _*]:min-w-0">

The place where I thought I belonged but ended up getting betrayed. I haven’t crossed yet. I watched their silhouette heading in my direction and when their faces became clear I uttered the words I never thought I would say. “I, Arabella Hale, sever my ties with Blood Fang Pack. I renounce my place as your Luna…” I paused turning to Adrian whose looking at me with his blazing eyes, “and as your wife, Alpha Adrian Voss,” I didn’t wait for a response. I didn’t even dare to read their reaction. I run as fast as I can without any direction in my mind.

A strange scent suddenly filled the air, prompting quiet murmurs among the maids. “You brought a human?” the Luna whispered sharply, her eyes locking onto a white man standing beside a black Rolls-Royce, his attention fixed on the serene beauty of the estate. “What if we get caught?” “We won’t,” the Alpha replied calmly, squeezing her hand. “Stop panicking. It’s only for a day.” She swallowed, her smile tightening. The Luna moved forward to greet some of the Alpha’s friends…werewolves, without a doubt. From the way their gazes lingered and the guarded tone of their voices, it was obvious they were all wondering the same thing: What was a human doing among them?

Author’s Note As I write these final words and close the chapter on Chasing His Stunning Luna, my heart feels both full and unbearably heavy. This book has been a journey—one that I poured my soul into, one that became a part of me in ways I never imagined. The characters, their struggles, their triumphs, their love—they were not just words on a page but living, breathing parts of my heart. And now, having to say goodbye to them feels like losing dear friends.

Give her a reason to remember what it feels like to be loved by something that bleeds. I close my eyes. Feel tears streak down my face. Mourn the wolf I will never run with again. And do not regret it. Not for a second. --- When I return to our den, Luna is still sleeping. She does not wake as I slide into bed beside her. Does not notice the absence of my wolf. But in her sleep, she shifts closer. Her hand finds mine. And through the tether, I feel her divine light flicker. Stabilize. Just a little.

The one place I felt safe after my harsh childhood was beside my mistress, the Luna. I was out in the woods tonight, not only to peek at her, but to enjoy a cold bath and the feel of the river under the moonlight. Of course, as usual, I'd hoped to be able to shift. I prayed tonight was the night when my wolf gained some confidence. After all, no other wolf was nearby. I knew that this wish could not come true. Faith was traumatized by my past and had chosen to hide away at the sound of other werewolves. The not-so-distant sound of howling guaranteed that I would not shift tonight.