His Unbroken Luna Novels & Stories

If I had my way, I would hide my Luna inside the room till they left. His wife too…this slut! Why was she staring at my wife's boobs like that? I could swear I saw her licking her lips. I would make sure that Landon and his wife would take the room at the far end of the pack. These days my Luna had been acting so strange, I did not need people tempting her and giving her mother watering offers. “So tell me, Nicholas. What have you been giving to our Luna, she looks so shiny and plump! I like what I'm seeing,” Riley asked me.

The siren song, echoing through the walls, chilling my bones. "Luna!" I shouted, racing down the hallway, panic gripping me like icy claws. Finn's voice came frantic from one of the rooms. "Mom!" I burst through the bedroom door, stumbling to a halt at the sight before me. Luna lay on the bed, tiny body shaking violently, her long hair spread like dark silk over the pillow. Her eyes were wide open—glowing softly with a faint, eerie blue-green light—and the song spilling from her lips was ancient, heartbreaking, powerful. She was convulsing, her small fingers clenched tight in the sheets.

Every day in that first week, we lose more pack members because they can’t live without their mate. Luna Calista was one of those. I had taken it upon myself to stay with her, knowing that Aunt Cara was still in the hospital. Luna Calista's devastation at losing Alpha Anders was so great that she barely held on for 24 hours. I was there with her at the end. It was the middle of the night and it was just her and I. She had stopped crying and a smile had spread across her face. “Lily,” she had whispered. “I’m Malin, Luna,” I said to her, but her eyes had been glazed over, unseeing.

And she woke with tears. She walked the Grove at dawn, her steps syncing with the ley lines. The trees whispered her name. The flame surged gently. The wind carried fragments of forgotten songs. And Luna listened. She found a broken rune near the southern ridge—etched in bone, pulsing with memory. It wasn’t hostile. It was haunted. Luna knelt beside it, her mark flaring. “You remember,” she whispered. And the rune cracked.

That's when I realized going through the alpha wouldn't help… To attack a system, you go through the motherboard…the Luna. Without the Luna, let's face it. This pack would be doomed. I mustered courage and pasted a massive smile on my face and strutted with so much confidence. I smirked as I closed the distance between us, my heels clicking sharply against the marble floor. There she was. Raven. The pack’s precious, broken Luna. The woman everyone still whispered about like she was some tragic saint, even after everything. Even after Marcus had made it clear she was no longer wanted.

For the first time in eight hundred years, the First Territory was silent—not the silence of waiting, but the silence of something that had finally been allowed to stop. Lira slept against Caleb's chest, her small face slack with exhaustion, her silver hair catching the first true sunlight I had seen in days. She had not stirred since we crossed the dried riverbed. The moonflower mark on her throat was quiet. Not dark. Not pulsing. Just still. Wren walked beside me, her face grey with fatigue, but her hands steady where they gripped her pack straps. She had not asked what I had seen inside the mountain. She would, eventually. But not now. Now she just walked.

"The Aidion crypts. The old Lunissa vaults. The ones I sealed more than five years ago." "Why?" "Because whatever's buried down there." I stop. The earth splits open between my boots. The roots pulse once, twice, sending a low hum vibrating through the stone below. "Is waking up." A tiny fissure opens in the hard dirt. From the center of the crack, a single white flower pushes through the stone. Luna's bloom. The same bloom that follows her steps when her magic wakes. Except Luna is lying unconscious in an infirmary tent behind our lines.

Three years of trying to be perfect, trying to fit in, trying to be worthy of their respect - and this is how they really saw me? "I have been a good Luna to this pack!" I shouted, my voice carrying over the music and conversations. "I have given everything to serve all of you!" The entire celebration went silent. Hundreds of pairs of eyes turned to stare at us. I could feel my face burning with humiliation, but I was too hurt and angry to stop. Miranda smirked triumphantly. "And now your time is up. The real Luna is here, and we don't need your cheap imitation anymore."

And I—I will rise, again and again, until the name Luna Lucy is no longer spoken in fear, but in fire. Let them all remember what it cost to try and break me. Because I’m not broken. I’m the storm they should have never created.

"Luna, this will be an all-out assault. Hundreds of enemies trying to kill you specifically. We can't protect you in that chaos." "I can protect myself. And everyone else." Luna moved to the tactical map. "Look. The Purifiers want to break my shields, right? This Dawn Breaker weapon is designed to target my power. So they'll focus on using it first, trying to neutralize me." "Which is why you need to be far away from here," I said. "Or which is why I need to be the bait." Luna traced patterns on the map. "If I'm here, visibly here, they focus on me. All their attention, all their resources, trying to break my shields and capture me. That leaves them vulnerable to counterattack."