His Omega Luna Novels & Stories

Heads snapped to attention, eyes widening in anticipation. "Tonight," I continued, my gaze sweeping across the assembled pack members, "we celebrate a momentous occasion. Callista, a wolf who once called this very territory home, returns to us not only as a valued member but as our Luna!" A stunned silence greeted my declaration. Callista, the once timid omega who had left under a cloud, is returning as their Luna. Disbelief appeared across faces, replaced by a murmur of surprised whispers. I understood their shock. Callista wasn't just any omega. She was an Alpha queen, and the news of her strength and power had traveled far and beyond all the packs in our world.

When Isla was truly happy, the wolf relaxed. Hopefully, if Skylar stayed calm this evening, the wolf would remain passive. Greta helped her dry off before wrapping her in a silk robe. "Now sit here and let me work my magic." The nurse urged Isla to sit down and close her eyes. The nurse patted some powders along Isla's small round nose, and along her angular cheeks. She had the princess purse her lips while she painted them a bright red. "I told you I didn't need to do much to make you look your best." Greta smirked and pulled a hair brush off the vanity behind Isla. She went about brushing out the auburn waves so they fell about Isla's face.

Owen asked his mouth opened and eyes budged. Alexios nodded. He had heard it clearly "Mate" His wolf had called out to her. "Then what are we doing here. Let's go meet her. I am curious about her." Owen was the most excited as his job as the next pack Gamma is to serve the Luna as her left-hand man. While she has her mate as her right-hand man, the Gamma is the one the Luna should be able to confide in the most. The one whose the Luna's safety comes top priority.

He asked. “Because she isn't fit to rule!” Dexter answered. “Shut up!” Damon snapped. Dexter opened his mouth to protest, “Not a word from you,” He gave Dexter a deadly look, his eyes flashing amber gold. Dexter got terrified and shut up immediately. Damon averted his gaze to the people. “Omegas are low rank wolves, I get it, and our Luna is an omega. That doesn't stop her from being the rightful person to sit on that throne. Need I remind you that the daughter of the Alpha and Luna, and who also is next in line to the throne is an Alpha Female? She might be an omega by rank, but she is your Luna and an Alpha wolf.” Damon snapped and the people gasped.

“I want to see what I’m working with.” “I have a normal wolf,” She replied while shrugging. “I’m just an omega.” “Not anymore, Selena. You’re now the white-haired Luna,” He reminded her. “Your wolf might have evolved.” The omega mentally chewed on the words of the guy; it did make a lot of sense. Since she had accepted the role as the white-haired Luna, she had not shifted into her wolf yet. Considering that she would be going up against Malek, she had a feeling that the Moon goddess had helped evolve her wolf to be better.

“It’s just that… I don’t know how to say this, your highness.” “Then get the hell out of my office and if anything comes from it, you will bear the consequences.” “Her highness is a part of it,” he blurts out. Suddenly, the room goes deadly quiet. “What do you mean?” He swallows. “Your highness… I mean that her highness, the Luna is a part of the rescue mission.” My brows knit together, eyes darkening. “Care to give a clearer explanation?” “We managed to intercept one of the missing omega and he made the full confession.

And Caleb's world shattered. An ultrasound photo. A series of taunting texts. "A barren wolf who can't even produce a pup thinks she deserves the Luna title? Get out of the territory!" "The Alpha promised me a place. Today, he's holding a secret bonding ceremony for me in the neutral zone. Thanks for making room." Sender: Sienna. The final reply was short and sharp: "I hope you get everything you wish for."

I’ve just claimed to an Alpha that I was the source of the magic on the beach here last night. I don’t know if I’ll get away with the lie, but I’ve certainly committed to it. I stand my ground as he steps toward me, lifting his nose and sniffing the air. “You are an Omega,” he says. “I have never heard of an Omega able to wield such power.” “I am a Luna, too,” I insist. “I have met many Lunas, and still none of them were capable of what seems to have happened here last night.”

“It is a pixel barrier. They just marked you as one of us. Meaning, none of them will attack you if they see you.” “You have to be kidding me. You mean they haven't recognized me after all these weeks?” “They are innocent and don't tend to give their trust easily. You earned it.” “That is settling to hear.” She returned her head to its old position. “What was the old Luna? Stupid question, I know. Was she an Omega, Beta-” “She was a witch. Again, that was a secret because she had so much power that she created the illusion that she was a wolf, transforming in front of others.”

Why was I even born? Why do they all despise me? Why does being near me make the Luna tremble? If I had a wolf—if I had any power at all—I’d say: “Oh my, imagine being me—a mere Omega—and making the Luna shake in fear.” The thought made me snort out a laugh before I could stop myself. Luna Ashley, the human-sized can of spray tan, with her bottle-blonde hair brushing her ass, lashes thick enough to fan a wildfire, and an orange glow that made her look like a dehydrated carrot dipped in glitter.