His Scarred Luna Novels & Stories

She asked and I bowed my head, my body trembling slightly as I tried to ignore her remarks. “I’m talking to you hippopotamus, don’t ignore me! Understand?” She snarled as she grabbed my hair tightly and I nodded, letting out inaudible cries of pain. “Lauren, how about you get something for our dear friend here? What should we call her? Hippo fits perfectly. Please get something nice for hippo” She pleaded nicely and I bit back tears that were already forming in my eyes. “Oops, my hands are really slippery…” Anita apologized as she pushed my tray to the ground. I was in great pain as I watched her step on the food. I hadn’t even had up to half of it and they were taunting me already.

MADDOX I laid there and watched my mate sleep. I dared not move in case I woke her. I'm surprised it took her as long as it did to break down. I had known it was coming, no one could have gone through what she had the last few days and not have cracked. I was beginning to understand why the Moon Goddess had paired me with her. Her undeniable reliance and strength, outshone my own. She would be the perfect Luna for the White Claw pack, and probably far more than what I deserved in a mate.

They used the ones who are weak and hold them hostage against the pack. Jumping into the fight, Aura slit the throat of the rogue who had the nerve to even look at my sister. She bent down for Skylar to climb up on her. Thankfully, Skylar took the sign and climbed up on Aura's back. Alpha Thomas and Adam jumped into the fight as soon as the future Luna was in safer hands. They both lunged themselves at the rogues. Thankfully, the rogues were not in a bigger number or it would be impossible for them to save the teen wolves. I shifted back as I noticed Skylar was bleeding. Her left forearm and right thigh had claw marks. I was still in my half wolf form, but I shifted back so I could do someth

“My Luna should be the strongest and the most beautiful she-wolf in this pack. So that the other pack will be afraid of us and not see us as a clown and a laughingstock if we have a Luna who's weak and ugly.” I bit my lip; this didn’t seem to be going well. As he mentioned the last three words in his sentence, I could feel their heavy stares towards me like I was the exact person that he was talking about. “And Cassiopeia, according to the former Alpha, Magnus should be my Luna. However, she doesn’t possess any of the two characteristics I've mentioned. And she can’t even shift, she’s weak.” “In addition to that, I believe that the scars on her face are a curse that caused her father, the pr

The girl siting next to me kept glancing my way smiling. As she was grabbing the chemicals. I watched her closely grabbing some weird looking orange juice mixing it with some thick green looking substance. " Don't mix that Luna.." the girl whispered. " why? " I asked with a raised brow. " and my name is Scarlet.." " yes I know but you are my Luna.." She smiled. " Whats a Luna?" I asked. " You mean Alpha didn't tell you?" She looked at me wide eyed. " Who is Alpha?" I asked.

Liora wheezed, eyes watering. “You… can’t… touch me…” she choked. “I’m… the Luna…” Scarlet laughed. “The Luna?” Scarlet spat. “You’re not a Luna. You’re a fucking parasite wearing a title like perfume.” Liora’s eyes flashed with hatred even as she struggled to breathe. Scarlet’s grip tightened just enough to make her vision blur. “Tell me,” Scarlet demanded, “or I swear to the Moon Goddess, I’ll make you beg for the death you couldn’t give me.”

Luna's tears slowly subsided as she took deep breaths, allowing herself to release the pent-up emotions that had been weighing her down. After some time, Luna separated herself from me, with tears now drying on her cheeks. She looked up at me with a small smile as she held her hand to me, gesturing for me to look at the arms that she had rolled up. "I want you to see the scars," Luna whispered, her voice filled with vulnerability. I took her hand and gently traced my fingers over the faded marks. Her pale skin was marked with cuts, bruises, and scars, each telling a story of pain and survival. Luna's eyes held a mixture of sadness and resilience as she shared this intimate part of herself wi

Her hair’s tied up, hoodie thrown on like she sprinted here in a hurry. “You’re awake,” she says, stepping inside. “I felt your… shift.” I tense. “Shift?” “Your mind,” she clarifies. “It spiked. Like you saw something.” “Nora, I’m fine.” “No, Luna.” She walks closer. “Let me help.” I almost tell her no. But the longer I stay silent, the more my pulse climbs. Finally, I hold out my palm. Her eyes widen instantly. “Luna… what is that?” She touches the edge of the scar, careful, almost scared. “It’s reacting to me.”

“That’s a lie.” The Alpha flinched as if struck. For the first time, selene saw her defenses falter not shattering but cracking enough to glimpse the truth inside. “You saw them,” Luna whispered, her voice like gravel. Selene’s chest tightened. “The scars.” Luna’s eyes closed, shame twisting her features. “They’re all that’s left of the cage I lived in. Every night, I feel them burning again. Every night, I hear his voice.” “His?” Selene pressed gently.

His fingers brushed the neckline of her dress, and before she could react, he tugged the fabric down, exposing the skin above her chest. Selene gasped, her hands flying to cover herself, but her gaze locked on the mirror—and the mark. There, just above her heart, was a crescent-shaped scar, pulsing with an unnatural shimmer. Her heart raced, the truth crashing over her. Kieran’s mark wasn’t just a claim—it was a chain, binding her to him. His lips brushed her earlobe, his warm breath sending a shiver through her as he whispered, “You’re my Luna now. Mine.”