Novelas y relatos de Lola Bunny

Delilah smirked at me. “That’s enough Delilah. What are you doing here?” Kane asked, coming into the room. “I need to speak with you in private. It’s a pack matter.” Delilah said. “You can speak here. She did tell you that she’s the Luna.” “I don’t recognise her as the Luna yet.” Delilah said. “Well, in that case. Leave.” Kane said. And she looked at him like she was trying to determine whether he was kidding or not. It wasn’t long before she realized that he wasn’t.

I feel a pit in my stomach, not recognizing any of them. I look up at Liam for help, shocked to find him watching me with curious eyes. When I glare at him, he tries not to laugh and gives me a cheeky look, “Did I tell you that you’re also the Luna of my pack? We made it official right before your accident.” I laugh. “Okay, this dream is getting so weird right now...” “It’s not a dream,” Liam says. “This is reality, Aurora.” My eyes narrow, and I hiss, “My name is Phoebe...”

The weight of that title, the significance it held in our pack, shook me to my core. Becoming Luna meant more than just a title, it symbolized a bond, a union that transcended mere words. In Elijah's eyes, I saw a vision of a future where we stood side by side, ruling together, our love and a child yet to come weaving a tapestry of hope and possibility.

His wolf retorted. Just then the door swung open and Diana marched in excitedly holding her phone up to show Sam a bag she had seen online. “Oh my gosh, Sam just take a look at this bag. It’s the limited edition of the new Louis Vuitton summer bag. I want it, pretty please.” She batted her lashes at him and Sam’s face contorted in disgust only realising how heavy her make up was compared to Violet’s bare face. He had made the obvious mistake of choosing Diana and to get reality slapped in his face at how wrong of a Luna Diana would make only made him angrier.

“Oh.” “You have nothing to fear from me,” she says. “I will not say a word about it to anyone. If there is anything I would gossip about, it is the fact that I shared a drink with the woman who controls an army of rogues and how young she is. I mean, you can't be more than twenty five, right?” “Twenty three, to be exact,” I tell her. “I will add another year by next month.” “Like I said, impressive. So, please allow me to formally introduce myself. I am Kaylee Barnes. Luna of the Herring pack,” she says as she extends a hand.

My brother couldn’t be that petty to ask them if he could drive just so… Damn it. He did, didn’t he? The moment I get out of the car, I see Lola waving at me. Seeing her face made me smile. Enough to calm me down. She smiles back. Her sandy blonde hair framed her small face, bouncing on her breasts as she walked towards us. Her slightly tanned complexion made her eyes pop. Lola is petite, but don’t let that fool you. It’s like they always say; looks can be deceiving. “Atlas.”

“I was just joking. Lyra has already told me about them. They sound like nice people.” “They are,” I said. “The Luna is excited to meet you.” “I heard about her from Lyra. I think I’ll like her.” “I’m sure she already likes you,” I told her, smiling at her. “So get dressed and I’ll come pick you up in 10 minutes.” “Okay.”

he says as he sits up. Lola is the pack’s Luna. When she’s less busy, she often spends time in the house, comes by to cook for the house and play with my six year old daughter. I didn’t have a problem with that until the rumors that she spread about her and me in a relationship got back to me and got on the wrong side of my nerves.

Just as I’m about to say something, argue that I wasn’t that good of a girl, Laura comes back into the room, this time with a line of crew members and cameras behind her. She grins at us once we’re looking back at her, clapping her hands. “Alright guys, who’s ready to film Luna’s choice?!”

Part of me wants to believe I am staying for them. But another part whispers a dangerous truth, If I stay too long in that house… in that role… shrinking myself to survive it…By the time the real Luna returns—I may no longer recognize the woman I used to be. And that frightens me more than loneliness ever could. The kindergarten was loud… the children were so much and playful…Tiny feet ran across the yard, laughter spilling into the open air like music. The moment the children saw me, they rushed forward without hesitation.