Chasing My Ex-luna Novels & Stories

“I thought I hated Taryn. She was always noisy, goofing around me. I thought I didn’t like her. For a long time, I didn’t know what feeling is the right feeling I should have for my Luna. I thought I was into quiet she-wolf like you.” “But ever since Taryn came back. I knew I was wrong. What I have for you is only respect.” I looked at the dark grey sky outside. “Why is it that when I finally realized who my Luna is, she died? No, she must still be alive in the world.” It was not easy to halt all the ceremony preparation work. My parents believed that Taryn was dead. But in the werewolf world, Luna is destined by fate. “Chase, we understand your feelings, but Taryn is dead.”

“Good. And you understand why this is a need you must fulfill, rather than his Luna?” “The Luna is a co-leader of the pack. She trains the warriors and commands social events. And, when the time comes, she will bear the future heir of the pack. All honorable Alphas respect their Luna too much to act out their true fantasies on,” I said, echoing the words first said to me when I learnt of my fate.

We both just rested our backs on the walls and waited for the class to be over. When the class was over, Claire called out as I was leaving, " Lucas..”. " Hmm?”. " I'm sorry for what I did back there.” she said, bowing her head and curling her toes. “Oh yeah, it's fine. As long as it wasn't intentional, I've got nothing to be worried about." I lied, it wasn't fine. She's human,I can't let her go close to me like that anymore. I have to focus on finding my Luna, sorry Luna.

Reading your comments and reviews has been truly heartwarming. As "Claiming His Luna" ended, I must bid farewell to all of you, my dearest readers, as well as the characters Cercei and Lucian in this story. Warm regards, Anna Shannel Lin ---END---

I wasn't sure what I was going to say, but I needed to get him distracted and away from our false Luna long enough to inform her of the truth. I let my nose guide me, and ended up in front of the door to the cinema room. I stood outside for a second, wondering how I was going to achieve my goal. Whatever I was going to do I had to make out like it was urgent. I placed my hand on the door handle and opened it quickly. Barging through and panting as though I was out of breath from running. The sight before me sent chills down my spine. Our false Luna was in the arms of our cruel Alpha. What if I was already too late to convince her of what kind of man Alpha Carson truly was?

#WhoOwnsLuna trending harder. “Great,” I mutter. “What now.” I swipe open the first headline. > **LUNA VALENTINE NAMED IN MAFIA INVESTIGATION LEAK** > *Pop Star’s Secret Marriage to Alleged Mob-Linked Billionaire Raises Questions* My vision tunnels. Below the title, there’s a photo of me on stage at some award show, microphone in hand, and mouth open mid‑note. Side‑by‑side with that same shot of Dante stepping out of a courthouse, Luca behind him.

I could have kissed him anyway. It was then I felt it, a weight between my shoulder blades, like a hand pressed flat against my back. I turned my head just far enough to find Tanya in the doorway. She hadn't moved. The crimson gown fit her like a threat. Her golden curls were pinned up in a style I had never seen on her, and a thin gold ring glinted on her finger, the kind they gave a pack's Luna. She stared at my face with her head tilted, the way she used to study an exam question she half knew. "Have we met?" she said.

“Why did you call me daughter? What is your connection to me?” Still nothing. My patience snapped. I released her chin and stepped back, my hands clenching into fists. “You forget your place, Mrs. Wilkes,” I said coldly. “I am Luna of this pack. The future mother of the next heir. When I ask you a question, you answer immediately.” Claire’s shoulders sagged as if a great weight pressed down on them. “Luna Abigail—” “The truth,” I commanded. “All of it. Now.”

I know where he is. The tablet on the nightstand keeps refreshing. It has not stopped in an hour. The same photographs, over and over. Kael and Vera Ashford coming down the steps of a private jet. His hand hovering at the small of her back, not touching, but close enough that nobody who looks at the picture will believe it does not. The two of them going into a hotel in the rain. The comments underneath are vicious and fast. The Cold Alpha and the Ice Queen. A corporate romance. A possible new Luna. New Luna.

I had almost forgotten. I had just sat down when my phone lit up. Dana. "Angel." Her voice was tight. "Open your phone right now. You're trending." I pulled up the app while she stayed on the line and typed my own name into the search bar. The results loaded immediately. Dozens of posts, reposts, screenshots. The headline at the top of the trending list had my name and the word Luna beside it, and beneath that a summary that stopped my breath: Mystic Pack Luna exposed — the shameless woman who destroyed a loving home and now torments a terminally ill innocent out of jealousy.