His Scarred Luna Novels & Stories

he laughed. He kept laughing thinking thinking I would join him but stopped immediately he noticed he was the only laughing so loud. “I got the scar from a woman, My Luna,” he concluded. “A woman. She fought with you or what?” He smiled. “I wish she fought with me but that wasn't the case.” “I slept with her and It was a wild one. I enjoyed her so much. She does me real good. She is an iron lady, with beautiful light skinned body, always ready to feed me day and night with everything I desire,” he said, licking his lips.

I want to ask her about the scars on his back, but I don’t think she knows that. Cassian turns to me, a scowl on his face as he looks at Luna Odessa, then back at me, trying to connect the dots. No wonder he never eats anything that no one has tasted or anything that’s sealed. How can someone’s life be so lonely? Surrounded by people, yet lonely. “And Ravenna?”

The same woman who had betrayed me, who had lied, blaming me for Freya’s miscarriage with Cole, turning the entire pack’s judgment on me like a dagger in my back. I swallowed hard, forcing my trembling fingers to open the envelope. The paper inside was thin, the words written in a hurried scrawl that spoke of desperation. > “Dear Luna Alaina, I will still address you as my Luna because, to me, that will never change. Even if Freya succeeds in her plans to become Luna of the Moonridge Pack, my loyalty remains with you. I know I have betrayed your trust. I know you feel hurt by what I have done. But Freya threatened me, Alaina. I was terrified they would take everything from me, and I regret i

Especially if I'm going to be Luna here. I took a shower, hearing Brendon come in only moments after I got in to shower. He brought my products to me and joined me for a quick shower. I looked up into his eyes as he met mine and I froze as my breath caught. His eyes were back to their amazing blue. He helped me get my back as we washed up together. The shower was mostly silent as we were able to take each other in and explore our bodies. Alpha Brendon was fit- muscular. He had only one scar on his body and it was located on his back, near his chest. Wolves didn't have scars because of how we healed. But his made me believe the wound he recieved wasn't normal. I'll have to ask later about it.

Making a turn, my gaze caught on my reflection in a silverware tray and the feeling of disgust also settled within me. The girl staring back had a terrible scar running from the left side of her forehead down her half open nose, half missing lips to the right side of her jawline. Although she could see fairly well, one of her eyes was misty like a dull cloud on a boring day while the other was a vibrant forest green. I was a deformed girl. A freakshow that had no business being at the Luna Queen’s birthday party. Especially, since she hates my family with a passion. “Are you having fun?”

Luna Erin scared the crap out of me as she snuck up behind us. “Shit!” Jumping, I moved to the side as she walked in. Laughing, she placed her hand on my forearm. I internally jerked as I wasn’t one for personal contact but she seemed to not have noticed. Alec did, however. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.” “It’s okay. I think this will be a great space.” “There is one more option I am spare.” Luna Erin motioned us to follow her. “There is?” Alec asked.

she said, glancing at me, “if you could heal someone that is close to death… maybe you can fix scars too.” The room quieted just a little. I followed her gaze and realized what she was talking about. My scar. The old burn mark that curved down from the corner of my jaw to my neck—a part of my past I had tried to hide but couldn’t erase. I instinctively reached up, fingers brushing the edge of it. I hated that thing. I hated what it reminded me of. Rachael tilted her head. “I’m just saying… wouldn’t it be kind of amazing if you could heal yourself too?”

"Scars are not just a sign of a life well- lived, but one's scars show that this person is a survivor. That they are stronger than whatever life could throw at them. So don't you ever think that the scars you carry because of your past make you any less worthy, instead, they indicate that you should be celebrated even more! And as for your capabilities as Luna, I have seen firsthand that you are empathetic and emotional without being timid or self- indulgent. At the same time, you are resilient and strong without being cold and unfeeling. It is a delicate balance that you somehow maintain effortlessly, and I have experienced recently that you don't mind breaking the rules for the sake of som

“T’'ll treat your wound. Let's clean it first, so it won’t get infected.” “Thank you.” Luna’s neck loosened up once Rhea and Celeste left. Rhea had said something about her sister. She wondered who the woman was talking about. After some thought, she shrugged and reached for her phone to call the makeup artist. Preston walked in and heard Luna scolding someone over the phone in a low voice. “| paid you ten thousand for a waterproof scar, not something that can be rubbed off without any effort. You even claimed that there was only one particular potion that could remove it. What do | do now that water has washed it away?”

Her heart clenched as she lifted her hand, realizing what those scars meant. “Luna, what happened to you?” Clar’s voice trembled with sorrow, her eyes filling with tears. “You promised me you wouldn’t get hurt. I don’t care if you don’t level up—I just want you to be safe. I want you here with me.” Luna, not realizing how much his journey had hurt her, lowered his head slightly. “I’m fine, really. Don’t worry. I’ve reached the peak of rank five now. I’ll protect you even better from now on. These scars... they’re worth it.”