His Sweetheart Luna Novels & Stories

His confidence and response were enough for Luna to hold onto hope and keep trying, believing that one day she would become the perfect woman, a beloved mother, and a cherished wife. "I'm willing to bet anything I have, to trade anything I own, just to fulfill every desire you have," Lucas said, causing Luna to cup his face in her hands. Lucas leaned in, their lips connecting in a soft, unrushed kiss. It was as if time belonged to just the two of them. Luna's lips parted, and Lucas sealed their kiss, his tongue exploring her mouth, igniting their passion. Luna's body reacted naturally, responding to the kiss without hesitation. She shifted her position, pushing against Lucas's shoulders, and

She didn't want to waste any more time on him. "Let's just go," she said, her voice flat. "Alright," Halsey and Cecelia agreed. The three of them left, and Stanley remained on the couch, his expression darkening as he masked the lust that flickered in his eyes. Just then, Zayn entered and reported in a low voice, "Mr. Hawk, I've found something." Stanley looked up. "Go on." "It turns out Luna has a boyfriend in the countryside. He loves her very much, and he works the dirtiest and hardest jobs on a construction site to earn money so she can go to college. They've been sleeping together, and the child in Luna's belly is his."

she whispered, her heart burning with trust. Selene’s light steadied, her eyes shining with awe. “You broke the deception, Jessica. The nexus is yours, bound by love.” Lucas wiped his tears, his grin fierce. “Deception? We just kicked love’s ass. That star better be real.” Bryan’s glow was warm, his voice soft. “The nexus is whole, Jessica, and that star—it’s your truth.”

My body sags, weak and drained, but Luna’s there, her arms wrapped around me, keeping me grounded. “I love you, Luna,” I whisper against her lips, my voice barely holding. “I love you too, Dante,” she replies, her words a balm to the chaos inside me. With the last of my strength, I lift her into my arms and carry her to the bed. As soon as we hit the mattress, sleep overtakes me. There’s no fight left, just an overwhelming need for rest. The storm inside quiets as exhaustion pulls me under, leaving nothing but Luna’s presence to anchor me.

She said I swinged my sword and she ducked but she was too slow and I cut just a sliver of her hair. "You bitch." She mouthed and I smiled. "Bitch? Thanks for the compliment." Setting myself in a defensive position, I swinged my sword again but to my surprise, she tackled it out of my hands and the fight was announced to have ended. That has to be the handiwork of Sergio because he must have seen that in not ready to tap out or let her win. "The Luna has proven herself a formidable opponent not to be messed with easily. It is an honor to declare to you all that she passed the test and would be crowned Luna officially during the next full moon." The crowd cheered and I smiled inwardly.

“I wanted to introduce you to someone. This is Aria.” The shorter maid—dark hair, kind eyes—smiled. “The human?” I tensed. But her voice wasn’t cruel. Just… curious. Elena smirked. “The Luna.” My stomach twisted. The title felt wrong. Like it wasn't me. The other maid, taller, older, streaks of gray woven into her braids, looked me up and down. Slow. Measuring. Then she nodded, her mouth quirking. “You’re smaller than I expected.”

Asher asked quietly, his voice filled with vulnerability. Luna smiled softly and reached up to touch Asher’s chest, right over his heart. “Because you’re different with me, Asher,” Luna said quietly. “Because you love me differently. Because you protect me differently.” Asher closed his eyes and leaned into Luna’s touch, feeling her warmth and her love. “I love you differently, Luna,” Asher said quietly, his voice filled with emotion. “Because you’re different. You’re strong. You’re brave. You’re kind. You’re everything Elena wasn’t.”

But I know all too well that they would sooner kill us than let Remus get his hands on us. “It’s been a long time, sister. I’m sure they have forgiven you by now,” Melanie tried to persuade me once again. “Don Mariano isn’t exactly known for his forgiveness, you know that,” I emphasised. Don Mariano was our alpha, a dangerous and rigid figure. “No, but he loves his people,” she countered. “I am no longer one of his people,” I laughed bitterly. “Regardless of how far we’ve come, Emilia, we will always remain a Luna,” Melanie recalled enthusiastically. The status of being a Luna held significant weight and influence.

Bryce’s jaw flexes. I lift my chin. “I have called this hearing,” I say, “because a divine union has been broken.” The elders straighten. A few blink in confusion and look around as if they’re seeking answers from their fellows. Bryce’s eyes narrow dangerously. He has never harmed me, and I have never feared him, but never is a long time and there is always a first time for everything. My father inhales sharply, a barely perceptible sound. I continue, despite the tightness gathering in my chest. “I stand before you as Luna of Three Towers, a true born daughter of Greyheart blood, and invoke my right to declare this mate bond compromised.”

My voice catches in my throat. I look at him, trying to read his expression, but there’s nothing familiar there. No warmth. No love. I swallow hard. “Jade… what are you talking about?” I press my trembling hands against the table. My vision narrows, my breathing heavy. My baby kicks relentlessly, it can feel what I feel. “What I’m talking about,” he says, “is that I am a hunter, Serenya Lopes—for killing you, the Alpha princess.” He says, each word slicing through me. My chest tightens. I stare at him, unable to speak. Every moment, every smile, every touch now feels like a lie I’ve been living beside him.