His Mate But Not His Luna Novels & Stories

I crashed into the floor, gasping in pain. “You disgust me,” he said. “I will not kill you. You are my fated mate.” Hope flickered in my chest for one weak second. Then he continued. “But you will never be my Luna again.” My heart shattered. “You will stay alive,” he said coldly. “As my fuckmate. As my breeder. Nothing more.” The room spun. “Your movements will be restricted,” he added. “You will not speak in council. You will not command anyone. You belong to me, and you will remember your place.”

They were the truest thing she had ever said. Cassian stared at her, his own eyes glistening. He saw her resolve. He saw the mother’s love, fierce and sacrificial, overriding the mate’s need. He saw the woman she was becoming, not the Luna she had been. Slowly, as if moving through deep water, he reached past her. Not to stop her. To take the knife himself. His fingers closed around the hilt of white shard. It did not burn him. It did not glow brighter. It simply lay in his hand, cold and heavy and final.

Our wolves reach for each other, twining together in that unseen place only we can feel. When he pulls back, I’m breathless and shaken. “So you do feel it,” I whisper, voice trembling. “I do,” he says. “But that doesn’t mean I’ll let it decide everything.” My heart sinks. The warmth from the kiss fades into confusion. “What do you mean?” He crosses his arms, eyes narrowing slightly. “The mate bond is powerful, yes. But it’s also... chaotic. I need more than chaos. I need a Luna who can lead beside me. Who understands the responsibility. The duty.”

He asks. “Her.” I say. “Me. Us.” He lets out a low breath. “There is no us, Maricela. I already have a Luna.” “But…” He leans in, getting right in my face. “I don’t care what this is, I’ve already declared Lia as my mate.” “But I’m your mate.” I reply. He growls. “No, you are not.” I frown even more confused. “Then why are you sat here with me right now and not with her?”

Fated Mate. The words echoed in my head like a mocking tune, shattering the hope I had held onto for years in the blink of an eye. This couldn’t be happening. Leon was my husband. The Moon Goddess herself had chosen me as the Astral Luna, chosen me to stand beside the king of Eryndor. So why? Why would he bring another woman as his fated mate? What does that make me then? The ballroom suddenly felt suffocating, the music too loud, the chandeliers too bright, and the stares too sharp.

After the Full Moon Celebration, I spent a wild night with him. The future Alpha I’d chased for ten years. In his room. When I woke up, he was already buttoning his shirt. His movements were cold. His eyes were full of contempt. “You drugged my drink.” His voice was ice. “Slipped me an aphrodisiac to force my Heat. Just to get a Mate Mark. You’re pathetic.” I looked at the plain glass of water on the nightstand. I didn’t explain. I didn’t argue. I just ignored the ache in my body, left his territory, and cut him off completely. Three months of silence. The next time we met, his mother, the current Luna, dragged him to my house. “Declan has finally agreed to mate. Maeve, you always organiz

He then finishes pulling them up and turns as he does them up and says, “What was that?” “I said… NO.” I say, even firmer as I pull the sheet tighter around me. “No, what?” he growls, “No, I will not let you remove me as Luna and I will no longer share my body with you. Not until you start treating me better. I am your mate, not just a sex toy that you can fuck and then throw to the side when you see fit…”

Laura smiled sadly as she watched her husband furrow his brows. “You still love her,” “Laura Galven,” “And you still hate the Goddess for making me your Luna… or perhaps, forcing me to be your Luna because of that one night,” “I said enough!” Dia shouted. He had never liked the topic very well. Laura would occasionally be like this. She would ask him about what he would have done if he knew Louis was his Luna or if it was Louis that had gotten pregnant and Laura was the Luna. But never did Dia answer her questions well. He had always avoided answering anything that related to the woman he loved… or still loves.

He finally spoke. “Jackson, you don’t even know what a Luna does for a pack.” He sighed a little. “I know what a Luna does.” “Why can’t someone else be your Luna?” I asked, actually interested in his answer. He was quiet for a few moments, as if he was pondering over how to answer. “Mates are stronger together, you know that. I’ve never wanted anyone else to be my Luna besides my fated mate. You, Ume,” he said. He seemed different than before, there was no joking or sarcasm in his tone. It was nice.

The wolfsblane seemed to keep the sire bond at bay and for the first time in a long time, I felt like the old me. I headed to the bathroom but heard a whiny feminine voice downstairs that I had never heard before. I decided to not pay any attention until I heard her voice call Brett’s name. “But Brett you said I would be your chosen mate!” This mysterious voice declared. Now I knew exactly who she was. “No Alicia I didn’t, you just assumed that!” I could tell by his tone he was already getting frustrated with her. “I have found my fated mate and she will be my Luna.” I smile at his words, until I hear his father.