Lok Asami Novels & Stories

Lydia had inherited Luna Alice's striking green eyes, long tan limbs, pointed nose, and beautifully shaped lips. Once, her father, Alpha Damon, had claimed he wasn’t interested in women, focusing solely on his duties—until he encountered Luna Alice at a nearby pack meeting when she was just fifteen. He couldn’t take his eyes off her and spent an entire year longing to see her again. The moment he turned eighteen and returned to the pack, he discovered that Alice was his mate. He claimed her that very night and married her the next day, without waiting another moment.

Deep attraction has been drawn to him. My name is Annabel Ferrars. And I'm the Luna of Blood Moon Pack, as well as the Queen Of The Rogues. This is who I am.

Lena's POV. “Hello, ma'am,” the doctor waved his left hand, and felt my pulse with his right hand. “How many fingers am I holding up?” “Can I get a name? Can you speak?” He continued, not even giving me a chance to think or respond. He suddenly stopped and pointed a little fluorescent light in my eyes. I squinted and groaned inaudibly from lying stiff for far too long. “Four, My name is Lena, and I think I can… talk,” I replied in a second, gulping as the man behind him moved closer and fixed his gaze on me.

On the other side, Lysara watched him from her high-backed chair, eyes glinting with cold calculation, hands folded neatly in her lap as if she presided over some grand court of ruin. And me? I stood in the doorway, arms crossed, amusement flickering behind my tired eyes. What fools they were, these two. What utter, pitiful fools. “Farkas,” Lysara’s voice rang out, calm and commanding, slicing through his agitated muttering, “you must stop behaving like a lovesick pup. If you want her back, you must act with purpose.” Her? Of course… Ashina Her words made my lips curl into a sneer. Of course. Always with the schemes, always with the plans. As if Ashina could be manipulated like some tremblin

I said to myself. Alpha Ryu stood before the pack in his red and black royal robe and a stringent smile that I had never seen before. I doubt the pack members have seen it too, as they also couldn’t believe it, washing their faces several times with water just to confirm. “I would like to thank my personal maid, as she was the one who washed these dishes. She has quite the guts to wash five hundred thousand, five hundred and fifty-four plates with not a single stain on them. She’s pretty much more excited about it than the rest of us”. He chuckled. “Show me what you’ve got, Samantha.”

They were all cheering to get Daimon's answer and she had enough of hearing all these men talk. Daimon grabbed her hand and pulled her close to him. "She's Keisha Lexington, also known as the blood moon." The room went completely silent. All the men were once acting like brutes and seemed to have no control over their aggressive manner. But upon hearing who she was, they went silent. They looked at each other in confusion before they started whispering. "The assassin, blood moon?" one asked with furrowed brows and a judgmental stare. Keisha rolled her eyes in annoyance. Despite seeing her skills, they're still doubting her capabilities.

I won’t let her. ‘You better not.’ Asher growled. ‘I will beat your ass myself if you do something stupid this time.’ I growled back at him before cutting our communication off and focusing back on Logan and Emma. Logan seemed better. His canines retracted, and his eyes were back to their normal color. His nose was buried in Emma’s hair, and he was taking deep breaths. “Logan?” I called him carefully. He lifted his head and looked at me.

I usher. Amelia walked in with a slight smile on her lips. She's one of the workers in the penthouse. "You look beautiful Luna," She says her eyes gleaming. I blushed, "Thank you, Amelia." She nods, "The driver is here" she announces making my heart drop. "Alright I'll be down in a bit" I answer my hands already getting sweaty. I bit my lower lip feeling anxious. I couldn't explain how I was feeling at the moment but it sure was making my stomach churn with panic.

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The lady in the car parks her car beside mine and gets down. Dressed in her typical, extravagant way it seems. Asami is wearing a short, body hug, black dress that stops just above her knee with a long, black leather coat, the collar part being fur. She has a small, netty vintage hat on and black gloves clothes her fingers up to her wrists. Asami takes off her sunshades as she stands in front of me from the last stairs, keeping her distance. “Causally dressed for a meeting, are we?” She purrs, staring at me straight in the eye.