His Unbroken Luna Novels & Stories

And yet— As she lay there in the dark, Orion’s arms around her, the den sleeping, the forest breathing, the Goddess very much *there* even in Her strain, Luna understood something she had not before: Broken did not mean ended. Cracked did not mean useless. It meant exposed. It meant ripe for new shapes. She had been broken once. More than once. She had thought each shatter was the end. It had been, each time, a doorway. “Fine,” she whispered into the dark. “Show me, then. I will watch. I will listen. I will not rush. But when it is time to move, I will not look away.” In the distance, beyond sight, the vast, wounded face of the Moon turned a fraction.

“ I told myself that if I ever saw you lay a hand on her…. Just once… I wouldn’t hold back.” Marisa blinked. Shocked. Recognition. She took a half step back. “ You… your that silver haired runt slave form the Silvermoon pack. The broken girl. The one they called useless.” Laura stepped forward, chest risking not so slowly.“ Not so broken anymore… am I?” “You dare raise your voice at me?” Marisa screamed “I am the Luna of this pack!” Laura snorted “ To the best of my knowledge.” She said, voice rising calmly “ your not Luna. And you won’t be… not until you’ve earned it.“

Not out of love. Out of curiosity. But it was enough. It was everything. --- Luna moved through the trees, tracking that scent like it was life itself. She paused at the old path where the ruin lay. The seal was shattered. She pressed her snout to the mossy stone, the broken chains glinting dully. Selene’s scent was all over it. She’d stood here. Kneeling. Crying. Luna’s claws flexed into the dirt. Afraid of me.

she said, “they’re still in the private room. They’re not going anywhere.” “Can we get a photo?” “Not unless you’ve got X-ray vision. No windows in there.” Damn it. We ordered a bottle of white wine to wait it out. I needed it—after tonight’s family reunion from hell, I deserved at least that much. An hour later, the private room door opened. Viktor Thorne stepped out with some girl glued to his side. Lucy whipped out her phone and snapped several photos. I caught a few from my angle too, but hers were way better.

“I think we have to.” Selena turned to face her, and in her eyes, Aria saw something she had never seen there before. Peace. “My daughter’s name is Luna,” Selena said quietly. “I named her after the moon, because it is the one thing that has always been there, even in the darkest nights.” Aria looked at the sleeping child, at the small face that held so much promise. “It is a good name.” “I want her to grow up in a world where she does not have to be afraid. I want her to be what I never could be.” Selena met Aria’s eyes. “That is why I will fight. Not for redemption, not for forgiveness. For her.”

he whispered, reaching out to wipe the soot from my cheek. "I'm a doctor, Killian," I panted, leaning my head against his shoulder. "We’re trained to remove tumors." Leo, Ace, and Luna ran to us, the five of us forming a small, battered circle in the ruins of our home. The pack emerged from the caves, their eyes wide as they looked at the "wolfless" Luna who had stood her ground against the Syndicate’s finest. As the sun—the real sun—finally began to break through the disappearing ash, its light hit the silver streaks in Luna’s hair. She looked up at the sky, her eyes turning a pure, brilliant gold.

Then they locked it again. I stared at the food. My hands shook so badly I almost dropped the cup. I drank the water first, slow, careful. Then tore the bread into small pieces. Chewed mechanically. Luna. The word kept echoing in my head. In my book, the Luna was the rare female who could bond with an alpha, stabilize his pack, produce heirs strong enough to survive the feral curse that plagued their kind. She was the key to ending the wars. The last hope. I’d written her as powerful. Beautiful. Destined.

But something was wrong. He didn’t smile. His gaze did not soften when it met mine. It felt distant. “Iris, daughter of Kael,” the elder said, “do you take Alpha Damon as your mate?” “I do.” My voice held. I meant it. The elder turned. “Alpha Damon, do you take Iris as your mate and Luna?” Silence. Too long. The crowd murmured A whisper rose. Damon stepped forward. Then he turned to face them all. “I reject this union,” he said. “The Moon Goddess does not bless a broken Luna.”

~Derek~ After texting James from Celina’s phone, I looked up to see her reading his reply. A warm smile bloomed on her face, and suddenly, my heart thudded inside my chest. So innocent and somehow familiar. As she looked up, her grayish blue eyes twinkling with childlike excitement, I froze. For a moment, another face, which was once the reason for my existence, overlapped with Luna Celina’s face. My breath hitched as I stared at the face that looked so similar to my Lily. Her eyes were not the sky blue shade that I remembered but a deeper blue, but still, that dimpled smile was almost the same as the one I once yearned to see. Was it possible?

"Then he'll keep you alive just long enough to destroy everything you love, one by one, until you wish you'd never been born." But despite her prison, Luna wasn't without resources. She had her mind, her connection to her people through the Silver Moon Luna bond (though it was muted, so distant she almost couldn't feel it), and she had Seraphine's unexpected tendency to reveal information. On what Luna counted as the seventh day of her captivity, she learned something crucial. "The Original Curse," she asked carefully, "can it really be broken?" Seraphine's expression shifted - just for a moment, but Luna caught it. Fear. "Why do you ask?"