Lana Kane Voice Novels & Stories

Julia and I chuckled from our seats, exchanging looks. Lana shook her head slowly. “That's where we all die then. First, you breathe like a construction site, then you convince us it's just a breathing problem. Afterwards, you'll start breathing like a siren and because you naturally have a terrible singing voice, you breathe. Like a siren. Luring the rest and eating them alive.” Everyone in the office stopped and stared at her. Even Grey who was still seriously working. The entire thing she just said sounded like what Craig would most likely say, not serious minded and straight Lana. It was so absurd that I thought I'd switched universes, not just timeline.

That a life of my own is still within reach. So I take a breath. And I nod. “Alright. I accept.” My voice doesn’t waver. “I’ll be your Luna.”

I felt Jackson supporting me, and I was then able to focus on strengthening my new bonds. Gradually, I began to hear the voices of others: “Welcome, Luna”; “We have been waiting for you so much”; “Luna, welcome”; “Hello, Luna”; “May the Moon Goddess bless you, Luna Loreen.” My eyes widened. I understood that everyone was joyful—but why were they all addressing me as Luna? Luna Helene had been here all day. It seemed someone had mixed up the ritual and greeted me as Luna instead. “Jackson, why are they all calling me Luna?” I whispered softly into his ear, hoping the others wouldn’t overhear my murmur. Jackson looked at me with wide eyes and then glanced at the others before nodding to Mateo.

I had to be strong, both for myself and for the hope that still burned bright in my heart. “Good day elders of the pack”My voice trembled slightly as I addressed the council, “I gathered you all here to hear your opinion and suggestion on the way forward for the search of our Luna” laid out the details of my search and the dead ends I had encountered. The frustration in my voice was palpable, a reflection of the countless sleepless nights and the relentless ache in my heart. “Luna?” One of the elders replied, from the expression on his face it was clear that he was being sarcastic. “With all due respect my king, your wife was hardly a queen. Most of us haven’t even met her”

Her words may have been limited, but her resilience spoke volumes. "I know it hasn't been easy for you," I admitted, my voice tinged with a touch of empathy. "But I can assure you that the path to becoming my Luna is not one meant to break you. It is an opportunity for growth, strength, and the fulfillment of your true potential. Embrace it, Aurelia, and prove to yourself and to our pack that you are more than capable."

She slowly turned to face him, the voice owner, her Mr handsome. As her gaze met his, he waved his hand with an indescribable look on his face. She nearly melted. 'How could one be so handsome and also be blessed with such a beautiful voice!?' Inwardly, she cried. A cry of excitement. “You have been staring at me for minutes, miss. If you're done, I would like to drive into my building. You're blocking the way.” Caitlyn was lost again. Now, in his voice. She was unable to hear nor understand a word he said. She could only hear his voice and watch his attractive lips moving. A smile appeared on her face again.

That's really something. I smirked and waved my hand at him. "Hi~" "What was that? " "What was what?" “You sounded like someone is trying to kill you." "Ohhh...Oh that was just me being very relaxed." I can't get my eyes off the bulge of his pants. "Ok weirdo, keep your voice down cause I am trying to get something done here ok?" Then he turned around and walked away. "Oh come on at least close the door!"

he replied. I scoffed, my hands finding their way to my hips, taking a defiant stance. “Don't give me that!” I snapped, my voice rising in volume. “I can't believe you're using that excuse, Nate. I'm Luna, yes, but that doesn't mean my only place is in your bed!”

"Lan, the point is, she will be an omega now. And you know what that means--she'd have access to a lot of places in the castle. She could poison the food in the kitchens or--or, I don't know, put a grenade in one of the rooms she'll be cleaning." I reclined in my seat, twirling my ring absently. "Where would she get a grenade from?" Liam blinked at me. "Is that what you got out from all this? Lan, we cannot trust her to work anywhere that isn't a cell." "Which is why she won't be serving in the kitchens or in the rooms." "Then where?" "She'll be serving me," I said.

She had also heard Rina speaking to that same person on the rooftop. Lana was sure it was the same person whom Laura had warned her about in her letter. She bit her lips and strained her ears, dying to know who was the person speaking. It was a feminine voice, but the person spoke so lowly that it was hard for her to decipher the words. Only when Damien or Liam spoke was she able to make out the words. Suddenly, the door flew open and Lana drew back immediately, startled by the sudden movement. The maid who was coming out in a rush stopped short from crashing into her, and sending her tray to the floor.