Lance And Allura Novels & Stories

I told him with a smile. He sighed, shooting Alena a side-glare. "At least she's being a little useful." As if waiting for her cue, Alena spoke up, "Oh, my God, is this real? Did Lance Storm just apologize to Ember? I must be in the parallel universe where Lance actually has basic speech manners." She was obviously shocked by Lance's attitude towards me. Even I had to agree that Lance got softer with every counter of ours, and it surprised me as well. "Alena, that is what I am thinking. I guess I can say that we are on the same team now. Did you know he rescued me from getting almost raped?" I chirped at her, and she was over the cloud by what I was saying.

Doctor Alberto raised his voice to get my attention. "What is it?" I asked in a low and careless tone uninterested in the news he bore because I perceived it to be no good. "Luna!" Nailah ran inside with a bottle I'm gse hand. She was panting and her face was swollen and red, her palms dirty. "Alpha, Please help me get her to a sitting position." She beckoned on me and like a remote controlled device, I obliged. "What are you doing?" I rebuked her when she pressed the bottle to Reign's lips and forced her to drink.

Not submissive. A weapon. But a controlled one. After a long pause, I slowly shifted back. The glow faded. My body settled into human form, my breathing even. Laurel leaned forward, her voice barely above a whisper. “She’s real.” “I told you,” Ryan said, stepping beside me and handing me his jacket. Alpha Regal finally stood, his tall frame casting a shadow across the table. “You have my attention, Elena of the Star Raiders.” I met his gaze. “Then hear our plea.”

A group of beautifully dressed ladies walked past us, giggling and conversing under their breaths. Who were they? Wives of officials? Corinne must have seen the question on my face because she replied the minute they were gone. “Members of the Luna’s court. Try to avoid them; they’re not mostly pleasant.” My feet faltered in shock. Luna’s court?! A pool of sadness began to coat my insides. “T… The Alphas are married?!” Corinne turned back, her face confused for a second before she shook her head with a laugh. “Goddess, no. Neither of them has found their mate yet. We have an acting Luna. Lady Guinevere,”

Mira’s hands wouldn’t stop shaking. She stared at her own gloved fingers, still marked with the heat of his grip. He had seized her wrist for barely two seconds, but it felt like he’d branded her soul. Her pulse throbbed wildly in her ears as the nurses moved around her, cleaning the blood, checking his vitals. None of it mattered. Because he knew her name. And worse….her wolf knew him. “Doctor Lane?” one of the trauma nurses called gently, breaking the haze. “Should we prep him for OR?”

I allowed Naima to surface and extend one of her claws. “I, Luna Lory, unite you with my mate, Alpha Jackson,” I said, taking his hand and using my claw to make a small cut, letting his blood drip into the bowl. “And with myself,” I added, cutting my own palm to let my blood join his. I focused on the bowl, connecting with everyone who had left their mark within it. In my mind’s eye, I saw silver threads extending from me to each of them. I summoned the power of the wind, creating a swirling ball of air that mixed the items in the bowl.

The room seems to tilt, and she has to force herself to speak slowly enough that no one can pretend they misunderstood her. “I’m Rhea Moonmere,” she says. “I’m his wife. I’m your Luna.” The silence that follows is worse than the scream. Holt looks at Darian, and Darian’s hand tightens around his blade. Elin whispers from behind them, “There is no Luna.” Rhea hears the words, but they do not fit anywhere inside her. They strike the surface of her mind and break there, useless and impossible. “That’s ridiculous,” she says. “Call Maddox.”

A few of the remaining dwarfs accumulated dead bodies of their fellows. I noticed that I have lost a lot of werewolves in this battle as well. “Pauline!!!” Aura gasped and she rushed to see her. Lance was devastated but when i saw both of them talking, i felt relieved that Pauline was alive. “Why? Why did you do that?” Aura asked her. “That’s the only way, Luna. I am sorry for my behaviour earlier.” she said with a refraining voice. “You cannot leave me, Pauline. You have to live.. Healers!!! Anyone please help…” Lance was calling for someone to help Pauline. But Pauline pulled him closer and kissed him.

Lira joined them as she bent over the old man, trying to help him sit properly. Selene swirled around, facing Lance, whose face had turned white like he had seen a ghost. “Lance, you look startled. Is there a problem?” “B…Bethar. What are you doing here?” Lance whispered in shock. It was Selene and Lira's turn to freeze in shock. On hearing his name, Bethar struggled to remain calm as he breathed hard. Squinting his eyes as he gazed at Lance. And instantly, his eyes gleamed in recognition. And his lips twisted in a smile. Which looked more like a grimace because of the terrible pain flaring up in his body.

The only person who seemed unaffected was the usually grumpy Beta, her husband, Lance. Vanessa spoke up, the sake getting the better of her tongue. “I just don’t see it,” she blurted out. “Laurie and Lance. He’s just so grumpy most of the time.” Aria giggled. “Vanessa! Speaking ill of the Beta! Tsk-tsk!” Even though Aria was joking, Vanessa still flushed. “I get it, though,” Aria continued through a forkful of fried rice. “I mean don’t get me wrong, Lance has always been hot…with that blond hair and those toffee eyes, yum!” Aria continued to eat through the remaining takeout boxes—apparently lycans could really put it away. “But the way they met, and what Lance did for her, there is always g