His Lost Lycan Luna Book Novels & Stories

he growls, slamming his hands on the table, close to the passed-out or dead Darian. “If anyone has a problem with the woman I chose. Deal with it. Leona will be my luna, and if you are not happy, many packs are happy to take you in,” he growls, then pushes off before walking towards me. My eyes follow him until he pulls back my chair. “Let’s go,” he says, pulling me out of the chair. My eyes drift around the table before getting up and following Archie. “Alpha Archie,” I whisper, but he doesn’t let go of my arm; he practically drags me out of the room.

“Now help me build what comes after.” Around us, the den began again. Not untouched. Never innocent. But honest. The dead had names. The house had no hidden throat beneath it. The routes were cut. Children cried for breakfast instead of from the walls. Wolves held one another because they chose to, not because fear had arranged them into patterns. And as the sun lifted over the burial hollow and found us there—witness, sovereign, pack, and all the living future still trembling in the wake of survival—I understood at last that this was what a true Luna was meant to guard. Not obedience. Not fate. A home where nothing hidden got to decide love’s shape again.

A long time ago I'd learned how not to go down. Their voices chased me across the square. "Can you imagine? A wolfless thinking she belongs here." "Forget her. Did you hear the Lycan palace is hiring senior Healers this year?" "Olivia, with your gift you'd pass the trial in your sleep. Private Healer to the Prince himself." "Maybe more than his Healer." A burst of giggles. "Luna Princess Olivia. That has a ring to it." "Stop it, you three," Olivia said. But she didn't mean it. I could hear exactly how much she liked the sound of it.

I growl. “Well, that’s why I love you. You will make a good alpha one day and I’ll be by your side to help you," her hand moves across the table, and her fingers lightly touches mine. Ainsley chuckles at what she said. Even though she found what she said ridiculous, it’s her way of giving me hints to make her my mate and Luna of my pack. My head drafts back to Justin, my human mate. What do I do with her? How do I get close to her?

Clara answered the kiss with a feral hunger, her body moulding entirely to his, her inner wolf purring in a wild, submissive rhythm that accepted the pain as long as her king was the one ruling it. Outside, the purple lightning from the trench struck the base of the bunker. The spiderweb cracks across the massive acrylic windows widened, a thin, high-pressure stream of freezing ocean water shooting into the far corner of the vault, instantly turning the white leather sofa into a block of solid ice. The deep, rhythmic thrumming sound—the heartbeat of the first Lycans—echoed through the stone walls, demanding that the deep take the child. "One more push, Luna!" the doctor screamed through the

Her eyes were their usual bright green and her red hair was framing her face today, she finally looked as if she had some colour in her which was a good sign. “You have read the prophecy child, if we do not unite, your mother will kill all of us in a few months to pave the way for a new beginning” “No” everyone looked at Luna TJ “She will kill all of you” she looked around the room at each one of us and I finally understood, Luna TJ was the future Moon Goddess and the only leader of wolves, she was after all the Moon Goddess's daughter.

"It's glowing red now." Ashford didn't seem to care. "It doesn't matter as long as I don't feel any pain. It's alright; you wanted it gone, didn't you? Enjoy it while it lasts." Luna released him, walked over to the shelves in the room, and began going through the books. She was moving so fast that Neon and Ashford exchanged glances and shrugged. Luna's hand stroked the books; she was trying to find a book, one about hybrids. She didn't know about the pack, and she had to find someone who knew the pack like the back of their hand.

The look in their eyes— I understood it quite well. “So who is this sister of yours? According to what I know, only an extremely wealthy person can afford a white wolfsbane. Your sister must have offended someone so relevant in the society.” “My sister was a former Luna queen. She was the third wife of Lycan king, Dane.”

He started and added shakily, “We all know the rebels have a way of turning any werewolf they scratch into one of them, and we are not as strong as the Lycans.” Grunts of agreement resonated through the hall, forcing Rexton to provide an answer. “Yes, we are sadly weaker than the Lycans, but even the Lycans didn’t defeat the witches until our very own Dr. Nicola performed a miracle with the Lycan Princess, your very own Luna.” D-Did he just refer to her… Seraphina as the Luna? That was my title! Not his to throw around and give to that bitch! “And I can assure you that they are currently making that same magic, and we will win this war.”

Charlotte I would know if our Alpha had been a lycan. I lived in the Alpha’s primary pack house and although I certainly wasn’t the closest to him since I was just a child, I still would have known if he was a lycan. I don’t know why but it makes me feel on edge and irritated because Cassian doubted me. My stomach churns as I head back to the pack house. More than anything I want to talk to Sebastian. I want to know if Cassian’s story was true. But I need to go have lessons with Luna Anna. I can talk to Sebastian later.