Novel & Cerita His Forsaken Luna

When I put my hand over her heart, feeling that wild rhythm, the wolf inside me howled. “That dagger,” I whispered, my voice coming out with a hunger that sounded foreign even to me. “It’s not there to kill you, Luna. It’s there to set you free. Your family gave you to me like a sacrifice. They abandoned you to this forest. To death.” One tear fell from Luna’s eye. She wiped it away fast. Pain was turning into fury in her. My favorite kind of transformation.

"It was an accident. The council table was crowded." "I know," Evelyn lied smoothly, a faint, chilling smile touching her lips. "I don't blame her, Julian. She is the true Luna. The pack belongs to her, and the table belongs to her. I was simply in the wrong place at the wrong time. It won't happen again."

A claim. Altheya moved to her side. “There is still time to cleanse it,” she said. “But only if we complete the coronation before moonrise.” “Then we do it now,” Myra said, rising. But Liora didn’t move. Instead, she whispered, “I saw something last night… in my dreams.” They turned, She looked haunted. “There was a Luna standing in a field of ash. Her eyes were blind. Her hands were red. She said one thing before she disappeared”

Elena hovered behind me, massaging my shoulders with the desperation of someone who knew where her loyalty belonged. “Miss Natalie,” she whispered, eyes gleaming. “Alpha Logan even invited you into Luna's chambers. That makes it official, doesn’t it? You’re practically the new Luna.” I didn’t turn. I didn’t need to. The mirror reflected everything I already knew. “Not practically,” I said. “I am the Luna. He just hasn’t finalized it yet.” Rhea was never meant for that title. She didn’t earn it. She was soft, pure, pitiful. Logan needed someone who could stand beside a king, not cry in his shadow.

And the council fell silent. That night, Luna dreamed of fire. Not destruction—but rebirth. She saw herself standing in a field of ash, her hands glowing, her voice echoing. She saw Aria behind her, holding a child with golden eyes. She saw Kaelion bleeding, Lucien burning, Sera screaming. And she saw the Blood Father kneeling. Then she woke.

“The Balance must break for the Gate to breathe again.” I felt the ground tilt beneath me. “Break the balance…” I whispered. “That’s what they’ve been trying to do.” Tomas frowned. “Who?” “Whoever told Luther about the Gate,” Edward said grimly. “He wasn’t acting alone.” We spent the rest of the morning combing through the journal. Most of it was nonsense — drawings, fragmented prophecies — but one passage made my stomach knot: “The Luna marked by shadow and light will bear the heart of the Moon. When it beats, the Forgotten will rise to claim her.”

To make him see me as he used to, he only thinks about her. “If the luna were here,” another woman begins. She’s clutching her unconscious son, her face streaked with tears. “This wouldn’t be happening. Why did you have to exile her without finding a replacement half as good?” My lips press together. A woman lungees towards Sebastian, clutcching his ankle in desperation. "Bring the Luna back," she pleads, tears running down her cheeks. "My son will die if she doesn't attend to him. Please, bring her here."

A designer gown concealing the bruises that mapped her body like a constellation of abuse. Luna Ashford. Lunar Princess. Daughter of the late Alpha King Theron and Queen Selene. Sister to four powerful Alphas. Prisoner. Her wolf stirred weakly in the back of her mind, a shadow of what she once was. Three years ago, she'd been strong, vibrant, ready to take on the world. Now she was barely a whisper. Suppressed by the "vitamins" Damon insisted she take daily. Weakened by constant psychological torture. Broken by the realization that no one was coming to save them.

Alright, I said. You carry werewolf blood. You already know this. My trackers have been searching for you for eight months. You are my fated mate — recognised by the Moon Goddess, confirmed by bond markers. You were born into a pack that failed to identify you correctly, and you have been living unprotected in human territory for five years. He delivered all of it the way a general delivers a briefing. Precise. Not cruel, but not gentle. Just factual. I listened to all of it. Then I squared the order sheet with the edge of the worktable and said: I would like you to leave now.

As father. “You’re an abomination,” the Goddess whispered. “A queen with two moons. A king without my bond. This will destroy the world.” “No,” Luna said. “It will save it.” She raised her hand. Purple light filled the throne room. “I, Luna, Queen of Both Moons, daughter of Elena and Valen, mate of Damian, reject your law. From this day forward, no wolf is forced. No bond is mandatory. No crown is forever.” The Goddess screamed. Light exploded.