His Scarred Luna Novels & Stories

“Don’t move. I can heal you.” My fingers touched the wound, and I channeled my Luna's healing into her. A warm glow flowed from my palm, and the gash on her head began to slowly close. But when I helped her remove her blood-stained shirt to check for other injuries, I froze. Her back, her arms, were a roadmap of old scars. There were circular burns from cigarettes, long welts from a belt. Others looked like they were from being beaten with a blunt object. The scars were a mix of old and new, some dating back to when she was just a child.

“What’s your name?” The girl looked down. “Mia.” Luna Vienna nodded. “Mia. That’s a pretty name.” Mia didn’t respond, but she glanced up hesitantly. Then Luna Vienna’s eyes flickered downward, and her expression shifted. Her fingers gently took Mia’s wrist, pushing back the sleeves of her dress. And what she revealed made my stomach twist. Scars. Some old, some fresh. Faint lines of pain carved into her skin. The room was silent.

But there is something different about Alicia that I saw, and that is what attracted me to her even more. Her face was once very beautiful, but the scar now makes her look otherwise. However, that's what I like about her. She's not like the others who had a thick layer of make-up on their faces and foul smelling perfumes on their bodies. Alicia was all natural, not pretending to be what she wasn't. Now this is one girl I can't allow to get away from me. She is going to be my mate. She is going to become the Luna of this pack. “This pack needs a Luna. As the Alpha I need support in leading it. The females of this pack need someone to look up to. Ever since father resigned and his mate followe

A burn of pain ripped through my face as she dragged the sharp tip of the scissors down the unscarred side of my face, engraving a thick line from my hairline down to my jaw. I screamed in pain as blood began to pour down my pain. "Rest in pieces, Renee" I lay there, feeling my life slip away, too drained to even cry. I may have lived my whole life with a horribly scarred face and been branded a monster, but that day, I realized that there were people worse than monsters.

Luna paced like a caged animal, her body still buzzing from the kill site. “He’s playing games,” she said. “He’s always been a mind-fucker. He likes to break people before he finishes them.” Kael turned to her, his eyes dark. “Did he ever hurt you?” Luna froze. “Why?” “Because if he touched you, Luna… I will tear his heart out.” Her throat tightened. “He tried. Once.” Kael’s expression turned murderous. “I ran before he could mark me,” she continued. “But I still have the scar.”

He wobbled unsteadily but forced himself forward until he stood before me. "Are you…" His voice shook, tiny fists clutching his torn shirt. "Are you the Luna?" Although Lucien stood behind me, ready to catch me if I fell, I stood tall and bent my knees slightly to meet his eyes. "Yes," I said softly, offering a gentle smile. "I'm Scarlett, the Luna of the Nightshade Pack. What brings you all the way here to see me?" Tears welled up in his eyes and then overflowed as he flung himself into my arms. The sudden movement sent a pang through my sore body, but I held him tightly, cradling his small frame, while Lucien supported my back as if to prevent me from falling.

LUCIEN The living room was quiet except for the occasional crackle of the fireplace. I sat on the edge of the couch, staring at the flames as they danced and licked the charred wood, their golden hues oddly soothing. But my mind was far from calm. It circled back, again and again, to the Luna mark that had appeared on Olivia after our kiss. Why now? I asked myself for the hundredth time, tracing the rim of the glass of whiskey in my hand.

Harry shouted though he could not move because of how strong his brother is. “Have you not heard of what Mother said about her? She’s a monster, Harry. She killed people more than I had killed in the war. SHe’s the fated Luna that will save them, the Lycans, in the catastrophe— what if she’s the catastrophe? What saving is there?” Adolphus let go of Harry who slowly sat on the floor. Harry supported his weight with his arm and then stared seriously at his brother. “Are you scared of her?”

Claws gleamed on some hands. The lead warrior stepped forward. He was tall and strong. “Lucas! You were captured. Now you walk with the enemy? And her?” He pointed at Scarlett. “She stole our supplies. She attacked us.” Lucas let go of Scarlett’s hand but stayed close. “Listen to me. Scarlett is not the enemy. She is the true Luna. Her blood can heal this pack and make us stronger.” Whispers moved among them. A few wore stunned expressions. Head shakes followed, quiet but clear.

I actually found his scar quite sexy. He moved around to the front of the desk and leaned against it and looked over at me. “I don’t care about you having a scar, I think it looks badass. What I do care about is that my Luna got hurt inside her own pack borders by rogues.” Some of the annoyance had left his voice now that we were alone.