Novel & Cerita His Bitter Luna

The two women stretched their hands and widened their eyes, crying even more and loudly. "Hehe!" Luna shook her head amusingly and twitched her lips. " You think someone can save you? Bloody idiots! Your cries can never be heard! You are trapped here, in my hands. And guess what, you can't shift into your wolf, not when my poison is still active." As she chimed, her words turned more evil and vile, making her to appear malevolent than the devil himself. " Luna, you have a date with Alpha Zayn in the next 10 minutes." A youngish lady in a warrior outfit also, strode to meet the so called Luna and informed her in a polite tone.

She patted Bradford’s shoulders and headed toward Ashley. “Hello, Ashley. I see you have the glow.” Luna Avery spoke to her Gamma warrior. “It’s a bit different from the after fight glow I’m so used to seeing on you.” “Well there’s not less sweat. Whoo!! Night feels like a million degrees. I just want to get up and eat everything.” Ashley said as she finished selecting her foods. “My dear, that’s not normal. But don’t be afraid. He’s of the Bitten as well. Now so are they.” Luna reached down and placed her extended fingertips gently onto Ashley’s abdomen.

“If you weren’t pregnant, I would have thrown you into the cells without food or water.” Without another word, Xavier turns around and walks out of the room, leaving me standing there shattered and the moment the door closes behind him, my knees finally give out and I collapse onto the floor crying. The fact that he called Bianca his Luna hurts more than I ever imagined it would because deep down, despite all the hatred and rejection, some foolish part of me had still held onto the title fate had given me. I can’t understand how my life became this miserable or what I had done that was so unforgivable that the goddess herself seems determined to punish me endlessly.

I cannot think of a more suitable luna than you. Love, Brandon

I was praying someone would’ve heard me, but Luna Yurena had slapped her hand over my mouth, muffling me so quickly. ‘Oh, child,’ she released my mouth, allowing a murmur of pain to escape my mouth. She held my chin tightly, ‘I must do this to protect my family and all we have,’ the Luna brought herself to my ear and whispered, ‘and for good measure, I laced both your champagnes with Wolfsbane.’ That was the taste… and why I felt so weak and exhausted from two drinks. Shit! Tears streamed down my face, ‘P-Please…’

Everyone gasped. “I’m sorry to say this…” the elder said solemnly. “But she is too weak to be your Luna. The Moon Goddess has rejected her.” Kyo’s jaw clenched. He turned to Nunu and motioned for her to carry Nyx away. Nunu and two other women rushed to her side and carried her inside. The hall erupted in whispers. “How can a blind girl be Luna?” “She’s the one who killed Kael’s brother…” “The Moon Goddess must have rejected her for a reason.”

“I knew it was too good to be true. The strongest Alpha and a wolfless cursed luna? Please. He was just biding his time.” Each word was a lash. A joke. Biding his time. The real thing. “She was just the rebound, obviously.” The whispers continued, bold and cruel.. “Benita’s back and look at her—she’s still gorgeous under the bruises.” “Guess we know who he really wanted.” Every word landed like a slap. My throat closed up. My lips trembled. My hands shook at my sides. Just then, Lupiter’s laugh cut through it all. It was a bright, malicious sound. She sauntered a few steps closer to me, her voice a sugary dagger meant for my heart alone, but loud enough for others to hear.

Not the Sovereigns. Not the war. Not the prophecy. Aria. The girl who had once been unwanted. The girl who had once been doubted. The girl who had once been rejected by the very world she was now fighting to save. Everything had led here. Every betrayal. Every sacrifice. Every loss. Every victory. Every lesson. Every scar. All of it had shaped the woman standing beneath the silver light. The True Luna. The final hope of a fractured world. The First Sovereign understood it too.

"It’s a Graveyard. It’s built from the memories of every woman who was 'Too Much' and didn't survive the rejection. The First Luna archived the ones she could use... but she dumped the 'Glitches' down here" Beside us, Leo was a shadow of himself. The "First Luna" re-installation had left him with hair as white as salt and eyes that flickered between silver and grey like a failing terminal. He held a single, black butterfly in his palm, his runes pulsing a bruised purple.

I wasn’t invited — omegas weren’t — but the meeting room shared a wall with the linen storage where I’d been sent to inventory supplies, and the wall was thin, and I have always had very good hearing. Lady Selene’s voice carried with a particular quality I had noticed before — soft enough to seem vulnerable, precise enough to land exactly where she aimed it. She spoke about forgiveness. About the pain of betrayal by someone you trusted. About choosing, despite everything, to move forward with grace, because that was what the pack needed from its future Luna, and she would not let one person’s selfish choices diminish what she and the Alpha were building together. Every word was perfectly cho