His Moonsilver Mate Romane & Geschichten

"I give you my heart, my loyalty, my pack, my everything. And in return..." "You get the same." I stood on my toes, kissing him. "Fair trade?" "The best deal I've ever made." As we walked back toward Shadowmoon territory, his arm around me and the mate bond singing between us, I felt something I hadn't felt in three years. Peace. I was the Silver Luna. Guardian of the Moonstone. Mate to the Alpha King. And I'd proven—to the Council, to the packs, to myself—that I was strong enough to carry that burden.

I fall asleep with the moon spilling silver everywhere, the bond thrumming under my skin, slow and steady like a second heartbeat. Tomorrow, everything starts up again. Lydia’s not finished. The pack’s trust is splintered. My wolf is awake now—hungry, prowling, restless. But tonight? Tonight there’s quiet. There’s warmth. There’s hope, small and bright, flickering inside me like a brand-new flame. Under the silver moon, I’m not alone. Not anymore.

"One I intend to correct immediately." My blood turned to ice. "What do you mean?" "You are weak, Aria Moonstone." Each word felt like a physical blow. "Your bloodline is questionable, your wolf is pathetic, and you lack the strength to stand beside me as Luna." The world tilted beneath my feet. "You do not mean that. The mate bond—" "The mate bond was a cruel joke." His golden eyes, which had looked at me with such warmth moments ago, now held only contempt. "I, Zack Silvermoon, Alpha of the Silvermoon Pack, reject you as my mate and future Luna."

“With me here, she wouldn't dare trouble you.” That was Alexander's voice. “I know you will protect me, but I don't want Jessica to be sad either. Alexander, I can handle this alone. Even though it is a full moon, just thinking about you makes me feel much better.” “It is just that sister will become your Luna soon. Will you still be good to me in the future?” “Of course,” Alexander said, his tone firm. “You are my most cherished little lamb. As for Jessica, I believe she has already learned how to be sensible. Unless she wants me to dissolve the mate bond and become an unwanted outcast.”

I cling at his hold like it was my lifesaver, probably it was. “These two are proven to be mates. Alpha Marcus Silverman of the Blue Moon pack, a werewolf paired with a Siren, a daughter of an Alpha Jonathan Morgan of Azores flock.” He stopped talking for a second making every member of the court look at us. “My attention was brought to this issue at hand by two close people to Olivia Morgan and Alpha Marcus himself.” He said making my eyes grow wide hearing his words. One of the members of the Council asked, "What did the two witnesses say?"

Being a Silver is both a blessing and a curse. We are blessed with gifts by the Moon Goddess and cursed with mates that don’t see our worth and cause us so much pain before eventually accepting us. Mates that though in the long run complete us, have also caused the loss of so many of my loved ones. I was raised to cherish my mate when I found them but I refuse to lose anymore of the people that I love. I pray that I never find them, being the Goddesses Alpha I won’t feel the bond fully until I accept it. That again leaves me both blessed and cursed.

For the first time since starting this journey, we have a pack who has sided with tradition rather than the greed and power the humans have poisoned our land and minds with. I have run into a complication in my journey as well. I have found my mate. Whether the moon goddess meant to laugh at me of my silly crusade or teach me a lesson, I do not know. However, Alpha Eros of the Silver Sun pack is my mate. He has already chosen a mate, marked her, so I do not believe he feels the mate pull but I do. It nearly brought me to my knees and tears to my eyes.

"Alpha females are always bright white and male Alphas are as black as night. If her mate is an Alpha, their color will be complementary. That doesn't mean, however, that the Moon Goddess has marked her and her mate. It's purely genetic." I don't appreciate his tone and neither do the Blues as they begin to growl dully. "Calm down. It's a good example but I guess we won't know until she finds her mate, which we all wish you, Alice." Says Miss Gibson looking at Alice, nodding her head. She responds the same way, lips pinched and I can tell she is not happy with the Silver's intervention as she glares at him before turning to me.

I love to be alone anytime am in great pain or anger. “I’m sorry my Luna,” I thought I got the voice wrong, but no, I wasn’t. It was Leslie speaking to me again. My anger rose like a cowboy running the contested race, and I wished I knew how to stop his voice from coming when he speaks once more, “Not my fault my Luna, it was because you are my mate. I can’t wait to introduce you to my father, who was also my Alpha.” His words confused me, what did he mean by the word luna, mate, and Alpha, what is wrong with this guy, what is wrong with me?

I don’t know what I should say. I hesitantly reply, “I’m looking through my photo album of my family.” Wyatt quickly cuts me off. “Cous. I know that you are feeling guilty. You have to stop feeling guilty. This is out of your control. The Moon Goddess has deemed that you are worthy to have another mate. From our last conversation, I also have figured out that your second mate is human. There is nothing that you should feel guilty about.” I know, but I can’t help it.