Dr Luna Novels & Stories

I was running my fingers through his hair. “I wanted food, or something sweet, I think,” I said. “You should have hit the call button instead of disappearing,” he said while taking me back to the room. “Hello Luna Vivian. I am Dr. Leonard. How do you feel? Any pain?” The young man asked. He had blond hair and hazel. I wonder what happened to Dr.Mick? I sat down on the bed with Zaliver standing next to me. His hand was on my shoulder, and I took comfort at the gesture.

“They’re all so beautiful, Luna. I can’t even choose.” “Don’t just skim through them! Pick one, Ivan, so the tailors can start right away.” She walked over to the nightstand, picked up the glass I had just brought her, and took several large gulps. I turned back to the rack, taking a deep breath to pick a dress— A violent, sickening retching sound cut through the quiet room. I whipped around in absolute horror. Luna Eleanor was collapsing onto the Persian rug, clutching her throat as dark, crimson blood burst from her mouth.

I said, nodding. I exhaled slowly, looking down at the pot we have used to cook the brew on the kitchen island. “I hope this brew works for you. I really do.” Calista smiled, her eyes full of gratitude. “It will, Lyra. I can feel it. Thank you for everything.” “Sure. Why am I doubting it now? We made it with love,” I said, smiling and she laughed. As I was preparing to leave, we heard a knock and soon an omega came in to tell us that Sylvia is here to see the Luna. Calista’s face fell and she reluctantly told the omega to allow her in.

“You responded well to the recalibration protocol. The Red Moon resonance nearly pushed you into irreversible awakening. But we caught you just in time.” Mira’s throat was dry. “You’re… Circle?” The woman smiled faintly. “Dr. Syra Callen. Lead cognitive strategist for the Luna Initiative.” The Luna Initiative. Mira’s gut twisted. They’d given her prison a name. “You shouldn’t be able to speak yet,” Dr. Callen murmured. “Fascinating. Your mind’s resisting the inhibitors. Still… no matter. That’ll change.” Mira’s fingers twitched. The doctor didn’t notice or pretended not to. “We won’t hurt you, Mira. Quite the opposite. We need you whole. Just… obedient.”

“You couldn’t even manage pack duties properly.” Luna laughed softly. The sound unnerved everyone nearby. “Pack duties?” She stepped closer. “You mean organizing banquets while your son cheated on me?” Ophelia’s face darkened. “You ungrateful—” “Do you know,” Luna interrupted smoothly, “what I was doing before I married into your family?” Nobody answered. Because the truth was—they had never asked. Luna looked around the ballroom. “At twenty-three, I headed the most advanced private cyber-intelligence unit in North America.” Her voice remained calm. “At twenty-four, I created defense systems currently used by seven governments.” She tilted her head slightly. “At twenty-five, I disappeared be

He smiled at me. “Hello there, Luna. We’ve not met before. I’m Doctor Lund.” I tried to control my breathing as things came flooding back to me. I am Luna. I have three mates. I am okay. My mom is here. No one is going to hurt me. No one will hurt me. I forced my breathing to slow as I repeated this to myself. No one is going to hurt me. I managed to smile back at him and tried make my face look less panicked. He was patient, holding the light off to the side.

Ana's office for the consultation. Dr. Ana began by conducting several checks on Lucas and Luna to ensure their fertility levels and to detect any abnormalities. Lucas and Luna sat somewhat nervously, watching the doctor examine their test results. Occasionally, the doctor glanced at them, making Luna feel anxious. She continuously played with her thumb and index finger. Lucas noticed Luna's unease and gently squeezed her wrist to calm her down. "There's nothing to worry about," Dr. Ana finally said, relieving Luna's tension after what felt like minutes of holding her breath.

friend" but you are not part of the pack. Now you may say your goodbyes, we have a wedding to get to." I approach David and before I reach out to hug him, I hear Alpha in my mind again. "Don't touch him. YOU ARE MINE!" I turn to face him "I am yours. but you said to say our goodbyes. I say Goodbyes with a hug. Grant me this last contact please and I will never touch him again Alpha." A low growl escapes, "My Luna requests one last hug, keep your hands on her upper back. Any lower and I'll rip your hands off."

Luna Zara looked more stubborn than my Alpha. They were just trying to get away from each other like the two opposite poles of the magnet. I got a word from the werewolf world that our pack wolves were growing desperate. They couldn't just believe in Alpha Jackson's words that his son would produce an heir soon. The wolves are eager to see Luna because they still hold doubts that Alpha Jackson was making up this story of his son being married in order to secure Alpha Xander's throne. Through my glowy golden eyes, I cast a glance at the door of the bedroom where Luna Zara had shut herself up.

Memories of all the hurdles I went through came rushing back. Looking back at the man, I watched him as he poured a glass of water. "Hmmm," I cleared my throat. "Who are you?" He stopped what he was doing and faced me. He moved closer and locked his fingers in front of him and a small nervous smile danced on the corners of his lips. "Pardon me, Luna. I'm Koran Crane. His Majesty's personal doctor," he introduced. I swallowed the lump in my throat and nodded. It was obvious that Kaleth wasn't around and I'm grateful for that.