Lana And Rusev Novels & Stories

He reminded me, forcing the ugly truth down my throat. My mouth opened but I found out that even words had deserted me, a tear slid down my cheek as I turned around to face him. But I later rejected making that move, his face contorted with anger, his eyes heavy with distrust as he looked at me with irritation. “How did we even end up like this?” My voice broke into waves. “How can you look at me like that? I am your mate and Luna–” “For the slightest moment Ayla!” He shouted angrily. “Do you think your tears are going to work on me?! Pfft.. you're just a pathetic woman, begging for someone to love you.” He lashed out.

He called me naughty, but he didn't say no. The post showed two hands intertwined. On the man's inner wrist was a circlet of sacred laurel leaves—the soul-bond mark the High Priest himself had inked on us at our engagement. But in this photo, hidden in the veins of a single leaf, were three tiny, exquisitely tattooed letters: S.E.R. I scrolled back to the very first post, from a year ago: “Just ran into the Alpha and his woman. He's so gentle and strong. I want a man like that… so I'm going to make him mine.”

Some of the guards were already alert of their presence, they were running through them about to fight but heaven knew the three of them knew how to defend themselves. A man grabbed Lana by the shoulder and she did what she had done hundreds of time before, she grabbed his wrist and threw him in a flip motion like she was flipping a burger. It was a technique from judo she had learned with Dimitri a few years ago. While Dimitri and Damian were kicking some men who were running at them from the sides. The crazy looking man was standing there, watching everything with an amused expression in his face. He was clapping his hand and laughing as he watched the whole thing happened.

"You're scaring me. What aren't you saying?" I met her gaze, seeing my own terror reflected there. "Lena, I think..." My voice cracked, and I had to swallow hard before continuing. "I think Kael is going to invoke the Rite of Severance." The words, spoken aloud for the first time, seemed to suck all the air from my lungs. Lena's sharp intake of breath was like a knife to my heart. The Rite of Severance - an ancient and rarely used ritual to dissolve a mating bond. It was said to be excruciating, both physically and emotionally.

SELENE “Not bad.” The approval in Tristan's eyes was enough to distract me, and when my foot raised up into a sharp kick, he caught my ankle mid air, yanking me forward. I landed hard against his chest, his arm wrapping around my waist. “Careful,” he murmured against my ear. “I might think you want to be in my arms.” He was not taking me seriously, I growled in frustration, and twisted, breaking free. I dropped to the ground again, sweeping Tristan's legs out from under him. He hit the ground with a grunt, but he rolled immediately, using the momentum to throw me off balance.

After a couple of rings, the line was answered. "Nathan, how soon can you come here? It's urgent," Ragnar said, cutting straight to the chase without wasting time on pleasantries. Nathan's voice came through the line, demanding a summary of the situation so he could decide who to bring with him. Ragnar explained that we were trying to keep the Luna back in the pack, and that no werewolf could hold her back. Nathan's next question caught us off guard. "The Alpha is her mate, right? I mean, her true mate?"

~Elena~ "Welcome, my future Luna." The words barely had time to settle before Crystal stiffened like she’d been struck. The air froze. Then— "Excuse me?" she snapped, voice like a blade, sharp and cold. Trevor turned, unreadable, but Crystal was already seething. "I am the future Luna," she spat, her fingers digging into Ryan’s arm like claws. "Not her." Her gaze burned into Trevor’s, daring him to challenge her. Daring him to argue.

It was as though Mirage's indifference had chained me to the floor, my fury trapped beneath layers of disbelief and pain. And then Mirage did the unthinkable. "You ask about my Luna," he said, his voice calm, deliberate, echoing through the chamber like a blade against stone. He glanced down at the delicate brunette clinging to his arm. She lowered her lashes, feigning shyness, though her faint smile betrayed her triumph. "This," Mirage said, his hand tightening around hers, "is Lilah. And it is she who I intend to make my Luna." The words fell like thunder. Gasps tore through the council. Some Alphas surged to their feet, outrage in their eyes. Others leaned forward, stunned into silence. J

Tyler took another step. Small, careful. He was close now, close enough. I saw his weight shift forward onto the balls of his feet, his whole body coiling, ready to spring. Serena saw it too. It happened too fast. Tyler lunged. Serena’s arm moved. Lana made a sound that I will never be able to forget for as long as I live, a wet, horrible sound, and then she was falling, and Tyler was catching her, and they both hit the floor.

“Tomorrow I mark you and crown you and make you Luna whether the moon goddess approves or not. And whatever comes after that, whatever the curse means or doesn’t mean, we face it the same way we’ve faced everything else.” She held his gaze and saw nothing but certainty in those green eyes, nothing but the same absolute conviction he’d had when he told her on the road that she was his and he was hers. “Together,” she said finally. “Together,” he agreed. They stood like that for a long moment, hands clasped, the city below settling into night and the weight of tomorrow sitting between them like something that could either break them or make them stronger. Nyx was betting on stronger. She had t