Romans & histoires His Mate But Not His Luna

she asked, her voice low and quiet. “No…I don't believe in fleeting emotions that tie down the strong and destroys the weak, it's repelling” he claimed. “So…you haven't found your mate?” Her lips formed a thin straight line. “I don't search cause I don't need one but you Luna…you don't have a choice”. Leora bit her lip, her eyes burning though she refused to let tears fall. She turned her gaze away, staring at the gardens that seemed suddenly so cold and empty. “You make it sound like duty is all that’s left for me.”

Well, technically, we would be business partners and not husband and wife in reality. “I am not yours.” I said, looking into his eyes. He seemed to be shocked for a few seconds while my heart was pounding in my chest. I lowered my gaze and said. “After marrying you… I will be the luna of your pack. There is a difference between being your luna and the luna of your pack.” “You want me to remember that difference?” “The contract that you signed demands you to know that difference and by-heart it if you can.” I said with a gulp.

“You’re my mate.” I shrugged. “And I have no interest in being yours.” Natalie scoffed beside him, practically wrapping herself around his arm. “Please. He was just being generous. You're lucky he even acknowledged you.” I turned to her with a smirk, “Is that why he had you draped all over him yesterday? Thought you were already playing Luna.” Her smile twisted into something ugly. “Of course I am,” she said sweetly. “He asked you to be a mate. I’m the Luna. There’s a difference, sweetheart.”

“You’re my mate, Juliet, not a damn one-night stand.” “Yeah, but not everybody knows that.” “They need to, you’re their Luna,” he mumbles, stepping out of his closet and pulling a t-shirt on over his head. He swipes a hand over his buzzed head, glancing in my direction to find me gaping at him. “What?” I swallow hard, shaking my head. “I can’t be Luna.” “What do you mean?” he asks with a laugh. “I’m Alpha, you’re my mate. Hate to break it to you, babe, but it kinda comes with the territory.”

"You feel its pull, don't you? The blessing of the moon drawing us to each other? So why have we not become mates yet?" I looked at him apologetically. "I don't know why," I answered honestly. "I feel like something kept getting in the way of us growing closer." "There is nothing here now," he said hopefully. "Nothing to stop us from becoming one." He turned me around to face him, his eyes glowing with excitement and passion. "Let us join our souls now at this moment," he continued. "Let us bind our souls in the name of love and the Moon! I accept you, Aria Thorlacius, as my partner and mate. Do you accept me?"

His hands cup my face, his eyes filled with grief, “No one but you, Danielle. I swear on my sister’s life. You are all I have ever wanted in a mate.” I don’t know whether to believe him or not. I don’t know how to believe anything anymore. “I don’t want you to hold yourself into anything, sweetheart,” He swears. “I just want you to be you. You are my Luna.” I remember Jason’s words from the afternoon before, “A true mate bond doesn’t mean you will have feelings for me. Jason has a Luna but he still-”

I muttered, almost crying. "Then get into the fucking car!" He grumbled viciously, obviously not in the mood for any more of my trouble. I quickly ran into the car. I sat in the front seat with Mateo. The drive was silent for a while before he decided to say something. "Why did you not defend yourself?" Are you so weak that you can't even fight a servant? then how are you going to cope with being my Luna?" Mateo's deep voice puzzled me. Not having any answer to give because I don't know what he means by his "Luna," but I am sure he is talking about getting married to me, I glanced up at him before turning my attention to my fingers and starting to pick them.

He was hesitant to speak, but said it anyway. "A former Luna?" My question came out unprecedented, I had meant to ask in my head. What the hell? A former Luna? My mate was… "Yes, more like a disgraced Luna. She was recently publicly rejected by her mate, the alpha of the Tokenmoon pack on the basis of infidelity. Finding out about her was difficult. From my sources, the last they heard of her was at an auction in a high end brothel. Her ex husband sold her to them as punishment for her infidelity."

Ava's eyes blazed with anger as she retorted, "What do you understand? You took Lucas from me! You have no idea how I feel." Luna took a step closer, her voice soft yet unwavering. "I never intended to come between you and Lucas, but he’s my mate, Ava. He’s destined for me, and yes, I love him, but I want us all to find a way to coexist peacefully. I want to set things right and make the situation less difficult for everyone." Ava scoffed, her bitterness palpable. "Coexist? You're his mate, Luna. What place does that leave for me? Is there anything else I can be besides his baby’s mother? What else is left for me?" She asked, her tone annoyed.

Regina "My Luna." Richard’s words echo in my head. The way he said it, filled with tenderness and longing, makes my heart ache. It's as if he knows that I am the one who completes him. "My mate for life." But I know that it can never be the truth; I am not capable enough to be Richard's Luna and fulfill the role that Luna holds in his pack. I lack the strength, wisdom, and grace that Luna effortlessly possesses. It's a painful realization, but I must accept that I can never be the one he truly desires and needs.