Chasing His Wolfless Luna Back Novel Novels & Stories

Alice - Being a Luna was never part of my plan but it was my destiny and now I was loving it. I am Alice Anderson a hybrid wolf with a werewolf father and a mother who was a witch. That makes me special. Not always in a good way. After going through several trials and tribulations I was finally at ease with Lucian. I am Luna of the Crimson Shadow pack and Lucian Blake is my mate. Generally, life was good. I loved living in the pack and there weren't any more death threats.

And although I could tell he was turned on when he sighted our future Luna, the reluctancy in his voice was evident. “I’m thinking a little bit of wolfsbane, a couple of warriors, a silver shackle and we should be able to control the situation comfortably. As I got settled on the bench, I glanced up and noticed my prize casually walk out of the café. She paused as she emerged from the door, carefully scanning about, and took a long inhale of the fresh air. But I knew better, she was looking for my scent, or any other wolf for that matter. It made me smile, she was cautious and smart, yes, a true Luna. I watched her begin to walk down the street, coffee in hand and take out her phone. I stood

Tonight, that same moon watched a woman surrounded by her family, her friends, and a united world. Kael slipped his hand into hers. Their children leaned against them. The packs laughed together beneath the moonlight. Aria closed her eyes for a brief moment. Not to remember the pain, but to be grateful for the journey. When she opened them again, she smiled at the world she had helped build. A world where no child would ever again believe they were worthless because of the wolf they carried, or the wolf, they did not. And that was how the wolfless girl became the greatest Luna the world had ever known. THE END

they saw how her legs were covered with white fur and her eyes started to glow. “Get out Lyn, I may not control myself and hurt you.” Even though she didn’t want to leave the Luna she still leaves her room and opened it. She knows that she will find her Alpha. “Alpha West is behind the falls and chained!” She shouted before running back to the maiden’s safe room. West on the other hand painfully howls as his wolf wanted to mark his Luna. He tries to fight it but he knows he wanted to do it also. He howls again.

“She was the first. The original Luna born of prophecy. The one they feared. The one they tried to erase from history.” “And I’m… connected to her?” He didn't deny it. Instead, he whispered, “You were able to open the book, so yes.” You are her blood. Her blood? Yes,history have it that all legendary Luna comes from one lineage. The room spun slightly as his words sank in. “And that’s why I don’t have a wolf?” I asked. “Because I’m not just a normal wolf?” He nodded. “Because you’re something more.” My fingers trembled around the book.

I was about to ask why they'd returned so early when Mom and Luna Skye appeared carrying a cake between them. Three tiers covered in white frosting and sugar flowers with two candles burning on top. One and eight. My throat closed up. "Happy birthday, sweetheart," Mom said, and her eyes were too bright like she'd been crying earlier. "Thanks." The word came out rough. Luna Skye hugged me after Mom let go, whispering, "I hope you find your mate soon, honey. I hope he's everything you deserve." Everything I deserve. Right. What did I deserve without a wolf?

bleeding, dragging Varrek through darkness. And then… Through the bond… She saw light ahead of him. Not torchlight…Moonlight. An opening. Silas burst out from beneath the earth onto the forest floor beyond the fortress ridge.. Straight into a circle of waiting wolves. Dozens of them. Not rogues. Not fortress warriors. Their eyes glowed the same unnatural silver as his had in the fire. And at their center stood a woman Elara had never seen before… Wearing the crest of the former Luna.

“But here you are. Like a lost lamb in the slaughteryard.” Luna’s heart was a frantic drum against her ribs. Her wolf, usually a muted, sorrowful presence, stirred—a ripple of restless energy beneath her skin. She tried to step back, but the circle tightened. The scent of wet wool, pine, and aggressive, unchecked male musk pressed in on her. “Please,” she whispered, the word barely a vapour on the cold air. It was instinct, a plea from the girl she’d been trained to be.

"But the moment my mind remembered that all of my loyal pack friends and low-ranking allies are anchored within Sparta Moonhaven Territory, I knew my escape would cause the Argyros sentinels to tear their lives apart, leaving my wolf completely paralyzed with hesitation." "During that final attempt, I had successfully navigated around the blind spots of the mirror arrays and slipped past the patrolling ironfang guards, but in the end, my own conscience forced my body to slink back into the sleeping quarters." "Does your wolf truly harbor no desire to occupy the position of my Luna?" "After analyzing my movements for two suns, he finally accepts the bizarre truth that this rejected heiress is

Cassia had lost control for only one breath. But in that breath, the false Luna’s wolf had reached for Mira like a child reaching for its mother.