Romans & histoires It's Not Leviosa It's Leviosa

I don't plan on spending much time here, "What the fuck is going on?" "It's about Lyra"

Bruce snapped, voice slicing the air. "You're the shameless one—stealing my Luna!" He actually pulled out a crumpled photo from our mating ceremony, holding it up like proof in court. "Look! She's mine. My mate!" The crowd buzzed. Whispers flew like wildfire. They'd heard stories about Bruce, but now all eyes were on me—confused, searching. I stared at the photo. Nothing. No flicker of recognition. Wolvent's smile turned lethal. "Your Luna? Did you even mark her?"

He dipped his head, and stepped to one side. My annoyance at Mason getting the getting the better of me; “My name is Sienna...” I bite out. “Not Luna.” I couldn’t find it in myself to apologies at this moment for my own clumsiness of not looking where I was going. But at this moment I was far too riled up.

I added, “What?” Jay and Simon exclaimed, “It’s not what you think it is, Dad, Simon.” Chassy said defensively. “And you,” she said, looking at me, so I looked at her, “He’s our beta.” she said and I was stunned. I looked at both Jay and Simon and I remembered that they said that their Luna was with their beta. So where the hell is their alpha who was also with them? “I am their Luna, and I am also their alpha.” she added, which shocked me and I heard Limuel gasp. Fu** me!

A lump formed in my throat, seeing him like this. “What time is it? We don’t have much time,” Leonhard warned. “It’s 01:18, the night is still young,” Dave replied. “Alright, I’d be happy to get rid of this awful beard.” “I’ll bring you clippers so you can trim your hair as well,” Helena offered.

Jeje explained. “I don’t really get it. But he might be really strong.” Buriko looks confused. “Wanna try a match with him? Go ahead.” Jeje said. “No, thank you. I”d better leave him to Alfi and ßenlong.” Buriko replied. ßenlong and Lembuswana are still over the azure sky. Alfi looks agitated knowing the fact that Lembuswana has immunity against Tipit. “What is it, Starless? Are you shocked that your toy doesn’t affect me?” Lembuswana taunted Alfi.

I didn’t need those tulips reminding me how stupid I used to be. “Should we ask Alpha for permission first?” one of the maids asked carefully. I knew she was one of Caleb’s eyes and ears. But challenging me was stupid, stupid mistake. Caleb, the perfect Alpha husband—how could he possibly refuse such a small request from his Luna? “Pull them out,” I said, letting my Luna voice roll through the room. “Or you can pack your things and leave. Your choice.” She bowed so fast she nearly tripped, then ran off.

Daring him to argue. "Elena is just my stepsister." My name hit the air like something rotten, like the word itself made her sick. "And nothing more." The tension spiked, so thick it felt like it might crush me. I didn’t move. Didn’t breathe. Trevor’s eyes flickered between us, searching. Studying. Like he already knew something we didn’t. But he didn’t argue. Didn’t react. Just gave a slow, measured nod. "Of course," he said smoothly. "My apologies, Luna."