Novel & Cerita Lala And Rito

“It won’t happen again! I’ll change!” “It’s too late,” Lyra said coldly. Kaelen froze. Lyra stood up, meeting his gaze. “You know, Kaelen, at first, I truly did look down on Elara. I thought her background was lacking, that her nature wasn’t ruthless enough to be the Luna of the Black Stone Pack.”

It curled in some gentle waves, mildly blocking his view. “Did something happen? It seems like the break has you guys glowing.” I glanced between them. “If you mean, no overnights and actual pure rest then yeah, works like fucking magic. It's a God sent really.” Lala rolled her eyes. “I see you came back with the attitude, can't you leave some of that at home?” Tony grinned. Lala have him an uninterested look. “All I spread is love and more love and you keep on stepping all over it.”

Alpha Lumaro, Luna Leslie, Grazziena, and Draeko who heard what Leelum had said, looked at each other and almost simultaneously smiled with happiness. ====================== THE END ============================

I remembered seeing Cole and Ria, and after that. Nothing. Nothing at all. Cold fear crawled up my spine. This... This wasn't right. Someone had done this. Someone had... My thoughts were interrupted by slow clapping. I looked up. Ria stepped through the crowd with a triumphant smile spread across her face. She looked as though she'd been waiting her entire life for this moment. "Well..." She said loudly enough for everyone to hear. "Our little innocent Lilith is finally awake." No one defended me, no one shunned her, if anything, they jeered her up.

Kael did not move. He let it unfold. The enemy king smiled wider. Elara continued, voice steady. “A Luna stands beside her Alpha in strength and loyalty. Not after locking him out of his own gates.” Lyra stepped closer, eyes flashing. “Careful.” Elara met her stare. “No,” she said quietly. “Careful is how we ended up here.” Silence thickened. Rowan watched, saying nothing. This was not his fight. Not yet. “You want public recognition,” Elara went on. “Then let us be public.”

"When you're ready, give us the loudest, most powerful howl you can manage and we'll know that it's time to shift." Tate didn't waste a second. He threw his head back and howled as loud as he could. Rhyder howled. Then I howled. And so did the rest of the pack. We made the shift and headed off into the forest. Tate rushed to meet us as soon as we returned. "Mommy! Daddy! Did you have fun?" Rhyder lifted him up into his arms and I kissed him on the cheek. "We did. Have you been a good Alpha?"

Lucas held no rank and he didn’t have to reply. It was Lysandra who spoke. Taking a step forward, she smiled brightly at Alpha Logan. “That’s my maid, Mila or Meena. Goodness me,” She chuckled lightly. “I can never remember her name, but her parents have a food business in our pack. She’s in the palace to help me,” Her explanation seemed to diffuse the bomb in the air. Lucas gave an understanding nod, while Alpha Logan only grunted. He said nothing and had just turned to move when Alpha Tristan appeared.

Lyra reached my side, and I took her hand, raising it slightly as the applause began to subside. “Tonight,” I said, addressing the crowd once more, “we celebrate not only Lyra’s return but also the future of our pack. The goddess has blessed us with a gift, a sign of hope and prosperity.” I turned to Lyra, who gave me a small nod before stepping back toward the entrance. A moment later, she returned, cradling our son, Leo, in her arms. The sight of them together was enough to silence the crowd, the air thick with awe and reverence.

Showing half of his tattoo on his hand and perfectly muscled body, he looked hot. " Rossy, that's Rita, Liam's mate. She is an alpha female. Very strong and energetic. I bet our beta, Liam, didn't even imagine in his life that he would get an Alpha female as his mate." She said while looking at a girl who wore a black & white dress. She looked beautiful and strong.

They both gave me a thumbs up along with a proud and arrogant smile. I'm Moon Valley's Luna. I'm Avianna Leondale. I'm not born to be weak, nor to be a loser.