Kamila Luna Novels & Stories

They could create new lives for themselves, be whatever they wanted to be. Whilst we were idly standing around waiting, Luca approached Alpha Bain and I. "Excuse me Luna." I was surprised to realise he'd come over to talk to me and not Alpha Bain. "I apologise that I haven't introduced myself yet. With all the chaos that has happened within the last few hours I haven't really found the right opportunity. I am Luca, Alpha Bain's Beta. It is an absolute pleasure to finally meet you." He summed up whilst bowing his head in a gesture of respect.

These children, my children, embodied ragged potential untapped. “They’ve been trying to save her all along,” Seb continued, his eyes imploring. “We can either help them or stay put and do nothing. But they need us.” A heavy pause followed his words. Silence stretched before I spoke, a sincerity I hardly knew I possessed. “Tell us what to do, Seb.” His expression softened, granting me a nod of approval, small but profound. Duty resolved within our gaze. “Luna’s going after those who wronged her first,” he said quietly. “Her birth mother and father, Marcus Kane, and whoever else hurt her.”

I looked up from the floor and saw the beautiful brunette from the pictures. "Luna, this is Channing. She has just joined the pack," Allen announced. I saw her nod, then they both kinda zoned out. Probably mind linking. She gasped and quickly kneeled down to me. "What are you doing Lainee?" I heard a muffled voice in the room question. Luna, or Lainee stood up. "I'm kneeling before a warrior wolf. The Alpha of the Black Moon Warriors," she replied awestruck. Before I could even say anything a girl with black hair like Allen's popped out of the room looked at me before bowing like her Luna.

Caleb gripped the steering wheel tightly. “Caleb?” Through clenched teeth, he said, “She was a redhead, Diana. He’s a red lupus garou looking for a mate. There must be a shortage of eligible females in the area.” Diana's throat felt parched as if she’d crossed the Badlands without a lick of water.

I blushed, but nodded, allowing her to take the pictures. Nicholas explained that Emma was a photographer. She seemed to have a real passion for it. Suddenly, another figure approached. A striking woman with raven-black hair and dark eyes. “Nora,” Nicholas said. “This is Kayla.” Nora looked me up and down. “So, you’re the new Luna,” she said flatly. “Nora is the daughter of the previous gamma,” Nicholas explained. “Nice to meet you,” I said, extending a hand.

Their mother saw the bond between us—how I adored her sons, and how they adored me. None of us had met our fated mates. But we vowed to stand together, no matter what. We chose each other. They chose me. When Damian and Lucian became Alphas, we completed the bond, and I became their Luna. We promised to reject our fated mates if they ever came. We swore it. But when Rosalina arrived, radiant and golden, chosen by the Moon herself, they didn’t hesitate. They never rejected her. How could I ever compare to that?

“Curious about the woman who is destined to be your Luna. The Luna of the prophecy.” Her words sent a shiver down my spine. The prophecy - something that had haunted me for years. I couldn’t help but wonder if it had already begun to unfold. Silence stretched between us before I spoke again. “Do you think Andromeda knows who she is by now?” Amber’s face tightened slightly, her eyes darkening. “I can’t say for sure, but the appearance of one of her minions at the club was no coincidence. It’s a bad sign. A warning.”

A voice said from behind me, and my hand almost slipped from around the pot handle of boiling water. “Just a maid. “ I squeaked, turning around to face her so she wouldn’t be suspicious. Luna Camila was standing by the kitchen doorway, an elegantly manicured hand placed loosely on her hip bone. She was as tall as I remembered, effortlessly strong, and emitting a domineering aura in an exquisite red dress and black jacket that seemed expensive enough to pay a maid’s salary for a year. Immediately I felt conscious of the creases in the cheap uniform, and as had so often happened during my childhood and all the years I’d spent in her pack, I was swamped by a feeling of inadequacy. It didn’t do

“Wren did say that the amount of wolfsbane in your body was lethal.” My baby almost died. Just thinking about it made me so fucking angry. I was ready to tear the world apart. “That’s weird.” Emma mumbled. “Not for you.” Drake smiled. “You are the True Luna. You can do what most wolves can’t.” Emma looked up at him and gave him a small smile. Jealousy burned inside of me. She shouldn’t be smiling at him. But what pissed me off even more was the way he was looking at her.

Arnold, brushing it off as paranoia, laughed and insisted his mother adored me. Undeterred, I pressed on, imploring Arnold to be more observant. On a fateful day, while waiting at Arnold's house to train together, Camilla seized the opportunity to launch an unexpected attack at me. She asked me why I believed she was suitable for her son, insinuating ulterior motives. Stunned, I struggled to respond as Camilla labeled me a “good-for-nothing wench,” only with Arnold for the allure of being Luna.