Isla-moon Nude Novels & Stories

I replied, my tone even, betraying none of the irritation that his presence stirred within me. “Stop playing games with me! Where have you hidden Lisa?” he demanded, stepping closer, his anger radiating like a tangible force. “I haven’t hidden anyone. As always, you’re allowing your temper to cloud your judgment,” I said, my expression conveying boredom and indifference to his accusations. “Cloud my judgment? You think you can just take her—my mate—and I wouldn’t notice?” Jonas scoffed. “Your mate? The last time I checked, mates were considered precious gifts from the Moon Goddess. They are meant to be cherished, not treated as objects to be tied up and discarded in the bathroom like mere ra

Liam, his blue eyes sparkling with desire, admired Isla’s naked body, knowing he had played a part in unleashing her true self. "I'm not done with you yet, my love," Isla whispered, her voice laced with a sensual promise. She slowly rose from their tangled embrace, her hourglass figure on full display. Liam's eyes followed her every move, his breath quickening as he anticipated her next action. Isla's hands roamed over her body, caressing her soft skin, and she couldn't help but smile at the sight of her own arousal.

"Quel, can you take me to the cliff?" "What cliff? Are you planning to jump and kill yourself?" I snorted. "Nope, I just wanna breath the fresh air. Another thing is, I love the tranquility of that place. You know, the cliff where you brought me last, last day?" "Come on, Jha. We both know you just want a better view of the moon." "Argh! Of course!" I exaggeratingly screamed. "Did you know that the Polynesian islanders of the Pacific Ocean say that the moon is a creator goddess named Hina and the women called wahines are her representative in the world." I proudly said.

"No wonder you needed me here, you're such a big girl. I was hoping you would scream like a big pretty girl you are." I laughed hard grabbing him by the shoulders then changed into a devilishly smile. "Thanks for the help but I had it under my control and no, I called you so I could sacrifice to the moon goddess. She sure needs some fresh tasty blood. Don't worry, you can scream all you want when she comes out."

"I've heard of her so-called beauty, and yet no lycan will mate with her." "Such shame, don't you think." Stella snickered and Claire joined in. "I hear Moon's Call will be at the feast, tonight," Claire cooed huskily, her expression now a bit dazed with anticipated passion she had for the lone lycan. "I can't wait to really see what he looks like up close. I've only had to admire him from afar," She said in indignation. Stella playfully nudged her with her shoulder as she whispered, blushing a bit, "You and your fantasies. Your father would have your head; you know? You are not to fancy any mate below your class and you very well know that."

Thankfully, I had become fond of them so it was never awkward for me to walk naked before them. “How do you feel about being the new Luna, My Lady?” One of them smiled while brushing the sole of my left foot. “Well, I feel honored and grateful to the moon goddess, the members of the pack, and the Alpha himself. Everyone played a part in the forthcoming union, and I feel so honored and grateful to every single member of the pack.” “Oh, My Lady, I assure you that Raven Pack is about to meet her best Luna. I’m also very certain that you are that Luna whether or not you believe it.”

Ciara and Susan received a backlash and flew into the air like dried leaves in the wind, hitting the walls uncontrollably. Queen Isabella chuckled and pointed her weapon at us. “So, you’re flexing your mate-bond now. FYI, this bond is just for popping out kids like a cow, nothing else. Perhaps you don’t have any idea about it because of your one-night sex.” Anger curled hot and unstoppable in my gut, like a blazing inferno that wanted to burn me from inside out. The disgrace of the Moon Goddess’s sacred blessing swelled fury inside. “Shut up, Isabella! You don’t even know what you are saying.”

"Everyone, look!" Isla held up the phone, her voice shaking with triumph. "This is our 'perfect' Luna! Pretending to care for her mate while she's out meeting with other Alphas!" The photo did show me standing very close to an unfamiliar man, in what looked like a hug. "I knew it. No wonder she wanted Damien dead. She was looking for a new mate!" "Disgusting! How can someone like her be a Luna?" The accusations flew from the Moonridge pack members. Martha was trembling with rage. "You whore! My son gave you everything, and you..."