Lemon Nalu Novels & Stories

Lucien said, and then to our collective disbelief, he started to stride past them towards the castle. “Alpha, hold on.” Sean started, going after him, Lucien knocked his hand away before it could touch his shoulder. “It’s done Luke. We’re bonded already. The ceremony has been completed. She is your new Luna.” He called over his shoulder without a glance. All of them turned to me, various expressions of disbelief on their faces. “She? Who is she?” Emily shrilled, visibly upset by the news and my presence. Lucien paused and only spared us half a glance. “Her name is Cara Wylder.”

“Mom.” “Yes, dear?” “Can you tell me a little bit more about the Lothians? Why am I so important to have? Why they took Alexandria.” I asked. I could see the shock on her face when I asked. “Well. It is a bit difficult to explain. Ledges have it that the Luna, also known as you. Are the only ones that can wipe out their existence. This is why they are they killed your sister. Before she could transform.” She said placing her hands on her lap.

“Look at her—I’ve lived at the gym for years, and I’ll never have a killer body like that.” The corner of my lip curved up. Alma purred, basking in the praise. Here, I was Leona, the beautiful new Luna—not just an addition to Erik, and not the villain the gossips in my old pack claimed I was. The interior was breathtaking: an underwater tunnel where diners were surrounded by the vibrant marine life of a coral reef. We were seated, and the waitress brought us a menu. Stellan ordered the most expensive champagne before we both looked over the food.

Navia instantly realized he was fishing for advantage again. “You’re impossible.” “Say it again.” “You…” Navia wanted to curse him. “I was originally planning to show you the offspring of a world champion racehorse,” Leonel said casually. “Just arrived from Europe. But if you’re not interested—” Navia had already been hooked the moment he mentioned horses. Now he was talking about a world champion bloodline. In the end, she decided pride wasn’t worth it. Keeping a straight face, she said, “Then come closer.”

Maybe it was because he was powerful. Nala stood in front of the mirror looking at herself, her neck was clearly bruised from the choking earlier and her forehead had a little bump. She needed to hide her bruises with make up. The dress she was supposed to wear needed her to look flawless. She quickly did her make up as Jackie had taught her and put on the dress. She paired it up with a pair of gold stilettos and held her hair up in a bun. She added a little red lipstick and she looked at her reflection once again, she looked like someone cut out of a magazine paper.

then she winked at them. Lindon, her father waved his hand at her and her mother smiled, “Maroon looks good on you, sweet pie. Take care and have fun.” she said. But before she closed the study room door, Nuala peaked again, “Father..” she said, waiting for her father to look at her. “Hmm?” Lindon asked, then she continued, “..Can I borrow your Jeep?” Lindon was surprised and stopped doing what he was doing to look at his daughter. Nuala is a free-range spirit and adventurous; she loves to explore, however, borrowing her father’s jeep is a different topic.

Nala mind-links me. "I'm trying to," I say, but Damon would have none of it. "Change." "Uhm...you do realize I'll be naked?" "Just do it fast." "Fine." I change and turn. Nala runs to the back of a tree, and that gives me the chance to get dressed. She comes out fully dressed and bites her nails. She does that whenever she is nervous. "That was weird," she says. "I know right...it's okay, it does not mean anything," I say and catch her smile drop, or at least I think that is what I saw.

I'd heard her voice echo through his phone. "They're all different flavours. There's lemon, um lime or apple, orange." "Oh," Lena laughed breaking into hysterics. "One box of lemon please." She explained where we'd gone wrong when we got back but to this day she still called them lemon flavoured tampons. I stumbled back into my room armed with Lena's lotions. A waft of steam hit me in the face. Kayla was already in the shower. Naked in my shower. My mate. In my shower. Naked.

The other wears a black shirt, sleeves rolled up, face unreadable. “Who are these?” Shorts asks, his gaze lingering on Eldora for too long. It takes everything in me not to crush his skull against that metal table. “New recruits,” Tattoos grunts, sinking into a chair and rummaging through a nearby box. “Names?” the fully clothed one asks without looking up. “Le-Levine…” I stutter, letting my shoulders hunch. “I’m Nox,” Eldora says smoothly. Of all the names. The quiet man mutters something under his breath, too soft even for me to catch.

Inés turns pale and doesn't take her eyes off Connor and Selene's joined hands, while Clarisse covers her mouth in astonishment. "Connor, what...?" Carla tries to say something, but the alpha interrupts her. "Mother, Clarisse, Inés, this is Selene, my mate and future Luna of our pack." The word "Luna" rings in Inés' head, while Carla looks Selene up and down before shaking her head in evident disapproval. She doesn't even try to hide it, and Jackson mentally laughs at the scene. However, he wouldn't want to be in Selene's shoes right now or in the coming days.