Chasing My Ex-luna Novels & Stories

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?

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.

_*]:min-w-0"> "Check social media. Student accounts. See if anyone posted anything about me today." _*]:min-w-0"> Nova pulled out her phone and scrolled. Her expression changed. "Oh no." _*]:min-w-0"> "What?" _*]:min-w-0"> "Someone recorded you. During the challenge. Posted it to the private student network." _*]:min-w-0"> Luna's blood went cold. "Show me." _*]:min-w-0"> Nova turned the screen. A video played. Shaky. Zoomed in from distance. But clearly showing Luna. Partially shifted. Chasing Ryder through the forest.

But now, it feels like I’m chasing shadows, digging through Luna’s past, trying to piece together the puzzle of who she really is. Tonight has been especially long. I’ve been chasing dead ends, trying to find out the truth about her mother’s death and who her father is. It’s like she never existed—no record of her birth, no trace of her past. According to the system, Luna—or Lena—was never born. It’s as if she vanished before she even had a chance to live. In some twisted way, it’s a good thing for her, but it makes my job harder. She clearly went to great lengths to disappear. That means those from her past won't find her easily.

She said and stormed out, the sound of her sobs trailing behind her. I drew a long sigh. She was right. Everything I said was just an excuse. I could easily make her my Luna if I wanted to but that was the problem. I wasn't ready to make her my Luna yet. I watch as she runs inside screaming and I push my hair back annoyed, Is Kira really worth to be my Luna? I sigh, closing my eyes briefly. 'Did I make a bad choice?'

It’s clear that I’m just a token of Evander’s past. I begin to weave my way through the crowd as subtly as possible, picking up snippets of chatter as I do. Everyone seems to have already accepted Mira as Evander’s new Luna–and, as I’m hearing over and over again, she’s a much better match for him than “that sickly deaf woman.” Word after word hits like a punch to the gut. “You’re such a lovely couple!” Comments one simpering woman and she approaches Evander a Mira. “Mira, that dress is absolutely stunning,” a young girl gushes. “Please, who’s your stylist?”

“I plan to love you forever.” “Is that a promise?” He asks me. “You bet it is.” “Good because I plan to love you forever too.” He kisses the top of my head. I must have fallen asleep because I woke to hear Chase in the sitting area talking to someone on his phone. “Are you sure?” He was speaking quietly to not wake me. “Yeah, I get it. Nothing in the archives about such things.” He sighed, “Please don’t give up. We need to free our Luna of this lunatic. Yeah, just keep searching.”

And I, his Luna, undermined that by disappearing on the first night of what was supposed to be a family retreat. It doesn't matter that I was sick. It doesn't matter that watching him with Cassandra and Liam feels like swallowing glass. What matters is how it looked to the betas, to anyone who might hear about it later. So for the rest of the week, I try. I show up to breakfast on time, dressed and composed. I smile when Liam shows me the rocks he collected by the pool. I make polite conversation about the weather, the resort amenities, and the quality of the hot springs.

She might be strong or might have even grown stronger since Liam gave her his mark, but still, she could not take on Noah not to talk of Isaac that was beside him. She looked behind Noah and her eyes zeroed in on the gray colored mansion. It was all her fault. If only she had not let her father talk her into going for the full moon run, she would have done what she planned on doing. Time was running out. People were talking. They were beginning to say that Liam did not want her. That she was also the one that plotted against Scarlett and made her to be banished. She had gone ahead to lead the pack for the full moon run with Noah just to show that she had not been casted aside. To warn other

Too risky to steal. I dragged my fingers across their spines, imprinting their location in my mind. With quick hands, I shifted them to the last shelf in the middle row, then slipped my ring beside them, an easy marker for Silas later. “Are you searching for something specific, Luna of Blackfang?” the maiden’s voice broke my concentration. “Yes,” I said quickly, masking my nerves. “Inscriptions. I’m learning them.” Her eyes lit up. “Wait here. I know just the thing.” She hurried off toward the far end of the library.