Lloyd Frontera Faces Novels & Stories

She said as she shoved the omega to the floor. “Hey, that’s enough,” The Luna said. She was Luna of the pack, but right now, she was just a student here, just like everyone. She did not want to be seen or treated as anything more. “I will pay for your lipstick, Jessica. Just leave her alone.”

He walked over to my side of the table. “Let’s just be together, you and me. For just one night, and then tomorrow, everything can go back to normal.” I smiled as I took his hands. “That sounds lovely.” His bright smile returned. “There’s a small gate at a corner of the fence, it's forgotten and unguarded, on the other side is the most beautiful view of the black sea you could ever see.” “Are you sure it’s safe?” his smile wavered briefly, and he placed his hands on my shoulders. “You are my Luna, I would never let anything happen to you.”

That I would surrender. But I hadn’t. Not yet. I smiled again — this time with my teeth. A smile full of fury. Of fire. A quiet war behind the curve of my lips. They think I’m theirs. They think I’m tamed. But they don’t know what I’m carrying. Not just a child… But a promise. A storm. A memory they can’t erase. A Luna that still belongs to her true Alpha. Even if he’s gone. Even if the world thinks otherwise.

“I think she didn’t die, she is back. I said and he took a swift turn to look at me before signalling with his hand asking who was back. “The rightful Luna of the Pack and betrothed to the Alpha Karl is back but the only thing is she has lost her memory and can’t remember anything, I even heard Alpha Karl call her Avery I guess it’s a name he gave to her to have an identity,” I said waiting for a reaction because we had somehow plotted and I had made sure to do the job of taking Naya Rose the supposed Luna out and so she wouldn’t ever come back but I was wrong I didn’t kill her.

My face, I hoped, showed nothing. "Her name is Naya, isn't it?" Cressida's voice was soft, almost gentle. "Seven years old. Silver eyes. Dark hair. She has his jaw, did you know that? I noticed it in the courtyard, even with her face hidden. The Blood Moon jaw. Malakai has it too. It's... unmistakable." "What do you want, Cressida?" "I want to make a deal." She leaned forward, the candlelight carving shadows under her cheekbones. "Woman to woman. Mother to mother. I want to give you a way out."

After a few moments, she steps back from me. “Something about her bothers me.” “What do you mean Ida?” “Her visions, why were they wrong?” I had thought of that from the first time Liana had said she had seen a rogue wolf in her visions. Why were her visions wrong? “I have a plan but I need to be alone with her.” Ida says. “That will be a problem Ida. She is the Luna, how can we get her alone?” “We should try.” How do I get Liana alone?

Luke spun around, startled. "Is someone else in your family bonding today?" he demanded. He got his answer immediately. Reno pulled into the drive on a matte-black heavyweight motorcycle, the engine vibrating in my very chest. He skidded to a halt right in front of me, killing the engine with a flick of his wrist. He looked at Luke. Then he looked at the pathetic little convoy Luke had brought. One of Reno’s eyebrows arched toward his hairline. "Interesting," Reno mused, his voice like rolling thunder. "Luke. You here to steal my Luna again?"

His eyes didn't flinch. On the contrary. Rodrigo stared at me with something between defiance and pain. And for a second... just a second... that look seemed familiar to me. But it passed quickly. “If you're so sure,” he said dryly. “Luna, the person who said that is no longer here. I'm sorry. I'll send word as soon as the injection arrives.” “That's right, doctor. Do that.” My voice sounded firmer than I felt. “And don't worry. When you get to know Carlos and me better, you'll understand that true bonds can't be faked. They can be felt. In every gesture, in every glance.”

"We watch for the return." "Return of what?" Eleanor pressed. But Thomas would say no more. On her fifth night, Eleanor broke the rules. She hid behind the church wall with a high-quality audio recorder, determined to capture any sounds the villagers might make during the six o'clock gathering. The recorder was her best — a professional model that could pick up a whisper from fifty yards. She positioned it carefully, checked the battery, and waited. At six sharp, the villagers gathered as always. They stood in their circle. They stood in silence. For ten minutes, nothing happened. Eleanor began to feel foolish. Then, at exactly six-twelve — three minutes before the ritual was supposed to end