His Scarred Luna Novels & Stories

The first time he stood at the foot of her bed for eleven minutes and said very little. The second time he brought Selene, who looked at Luna in that infirmary bed....chest bandaged, wolf damaged, a girl who had just taken a bullet meant for her son....and said 'at least it wasn't anything serious.' Luna had stopped expecting him after the third day. She still had the scar. She felt it on cold mornings, a tight ache under her left collarbone. She still hit the wall whenever her wolf tried to shift, the silver damage was permanent, a gift she had given to a man who gave her nothing in return.

Aiden caresses my hair with his hand, a gentle reminder that I have someone like him to be with me in all hardships of my life. “Your past is a testament of how brave you are, my love,” he whispered sweetly on top of my head. “Those scars you're talking about are what I love you the most. They remind me of how lucky I am to have a very strong, compassionate Luna like you.” Tears began to well up in my eyes. I am the lucky one for having a supportive and loving mate like him. “You are my scarred Luna…” The two corners of my lips lifted. “...and I will always love you for as long as a scar stays.” THE END

“Erm, I am Leila, former Luna of Emberfall pack.” My eyes were still away, and my head was bent to the ground. “Hmm, Luna. To the pack I detest the most.” He growled. “Look up.” I raised my head slowly, our eyes locked and a shimmer went down my body. He had a long scar that passed from his ear down to his lip. Other than that, he was not bad looking, my guess is, he got the scar from a heinous battle. “What was the Luna of Emberfall pack doing in the place my men found you?”

Sera said. Dessa looked at her over the rim of her cup. "Honestly?" "Yes." "Half of them are afraid. A quarter of them are angry. The rest are watching to see which way it goes." She set down her cup. "Nobody knows what to do with a Tattooed Luna. The last one was three hundred years ago. It's not exactly in the current handbook." "Tattooed Luna," Sera said. "Is that not what they've been calling you?" "Nobody's been calling me anything to my face."

Halting at the bend of her elbow. "I don't know anything except how to cut people down. If even that's no use—" "You won't be useless." Luna released the hilt. She turned his right hand over. Palm up. The old scar glimmered faint dark red in the moonlight. In the same position as the old scar on Cain's palm. Both right hands. Both in the center. She pressed her fingertip against that scar. "Every time you say *touch my people,* your hand tightens on the sword hilt. This scar came from gripping a sword. You've been gripping it your whole life. You're not going to suddenly become useless."

Before I could utter a word, my mate snapped back with so much firm in his vocals '' I don't think that my love is interested in working with your company for more than one year, she's doing this only out of curiosity and just to have fun. After all, she's soon-to-be 'Blood Moon Pack' Luna and the mother of our future alpha. I'm pretty sure that it's not going to be hard for me to have some pups from such wonderful and beautiful mates as soon as we want. Isn't it my love? ''

I looked up at the stars, silently thanking the Moon Goddess. Then I looked back at my mate. My home. My forever. And together, hand in hand, we stepped into the future we had fought so hard to claim. END OF BOOK TWO!! BOOK THREE INTRODUCTION : TITLE : THE SCARRED LUNA AND HER THREE ALPHA MATES. BLURB: As Luna of the powerful Shadow Fang Pack, she endured years of ridicule for the scars that ruined her face. Hated by the very people she sacrificed everything to protect, she clung to one hope—her fated mate, the Alpha she loved.

I look up to where his gaze is fixed and let out a whimper. Luna is strung up by her wrists, her head is completely limp. Her shirt missing and the word “whore” branded across her bare abdomen. Emma’s body is beat to a pulp, bleeding all over and there are cinder blocks weighing her legs down. As I follow her body back up, wondering what the blocks are for, I realize both shoulders are dislocated. If my wolf could puke, he would. Looking back at the pack, all wolves’ eyes are fixed on Luna’s body. No one dares move until Liam does. He hasn’t stopped growling since the initial.

With that, the door slammed shut behind them. - Luna stood there, gripping the counter until her knuckles turned white. She turned toward the shower with steam already filling the bathroom. Getting undressed felt huge. Her fingers fumbled with buttons, each movement sending waves of sickness through her. Finally, she got the nightgown off and caught sight of herself in the mirror. Luna right away wished she hadn't. Bruises covered her arms, her ribs. Some fading to yellow. Others fresh and purple. A map of abuse written on her skin.

They were all bearing the mark of the Luna. Hyacinth Luminar, the young girl with a rare power that comes from the bloodline of the Luna Luminar, a legendary Luna from the eighteenth century. From the moment she was born, the Moon Goddess already bestows her the sun, and the moon collided, and with the two enemies align, the light came shining on the newborn pup. Well, at least that’s how I remembered about Hyacinth's popular story.