Loona X Octavia Novels & Stories

Betrayed by her mate and framed for treason, Athena, a, wolfless Omega, and daughter of traitors—has no choice but to run for her life. Hunted by pack warriors, she flees into the dark woods, her heart broken and her future uncertain. But fate always has a cruel twist in store. One minutes, she's in the woods running for her life, the very next minute, she's in the room of the most feared Alpha, who.is none other than the father of her cruel mate. The domineering Alpha king backs her up against the wall, her bones quivering from the hunger-filled glint in his gaze as he hand glides over her most sensitive skin in a soft caress. "I'll never let you escape from me again, mat

he continues, and at this point, I can feel everyone’s eyes on me, even members of the Raven moon… The Tyro wolves bristle at his words, a few of them exchanging wary glances. Lennox, however, doesn't back down. He takes another step closer, his shoulders squaring as he meets Octavius, eye to eye, the two of them being the same height. "You're risking an alliance… for her?" Lennox asks, his voice low and dangerous. Octavius doesn't flinch, his icy blue eyes locking onto Lennox's with a cold intensity. "I don't need your approval, Lennox. My reasons are my own."

Thalia barged in and then stopped dead in her tracks when she saw Octavia sitting there with a sly smile. “Well! Well! Look who is here,” she placed her purse on the counter and went to the small-sized fridge for some iced water, “Our very own octopus,” Thalia said before pouring water into a glass. “Yeah. And that Octopus is about to grab the E and L opportunity from your clutches. By the way, good luck with that.” For some reason, Elara and Thalia felt uncomfortable when Octavia very casually took out her phone and started taking selfies.

She stood opposite him, luminous in her midnight blue gown, the fabric catching the light like stars caught in silk. Her hands trembled slightly at her sides, not from fear but from the magnitude of the moment. Her eyes, wide and solemn, met Xavier’s with both courage and quiet vulnerability. The hall fell silent. The Elder stepped forward, robes whispering against the polished stone floor as he raised his staff high. "Octavia of the Lost Bloodline," he intoned, his voice echoing, "do you accept Xavier of House Lycarra as your mate, your Alpha, your protector?" Octavia’s throat tightened, but she didn’t look away. She inhaled slowly, grounding herself.

Octavia must have asked for them specifically. "Octavia will be here soon," Lalissa said. "She's been freaking out all day." "I can't wait to see her." We sat on the bed and talked. Then Lalissa went to call Octavia. The door burst open ten minutes later. Octavia stood there, her hand over her mouth, tears already streaming down her face. Her hair was different. Lighter. Shorter. She was wearing sweatpants and an old t-shirt, nothing like the glamorous woman she had become. She looked like the girl I had known in college.

This little tidbit earned me some brownie points with Alpha. Just as I’m stretching my neck, I see Luna step out and oh my, I never was one for wedding dresses but wow. She looks like the moon goddess herself. Liam is going to lose his mind when he sees her in this. Just wow. Oh shit, I’m gawking and she saw me but I can’t stop. My pocket starts vibrating.

He inhaled sharply, nostrils flaring with impatience. “She was leaving this room. She looked…” His jaw tensed. “…distraught.” He pause. “And angry.” Another pause. “Angry at me.” My pulse throbbed. Of course, he saw it. Lyra didn’t know how to hide emotion, not from those who looked closely. They always said Omegas were subtle, soft, and easily overlooked. But Lyra—even as Luna—never blended into anything; she shone, even in pain. “Maybe she’s had a long day,” I said carefully.

Octavia placed her phone away and called out. “Lu?” On hearing his name, the redhead stopped his march forward and looked back, his facial features softening a bit the moment his eyes landed on the woman on his couch. “Everything okay?” Lucien kept quiet for a second, it was as if his brain wasn’t processing what he had just heard. Unlike her usual confident badass look, Octavia was looking more mellowed. Dressed in a calm peach colored gown that hung barely above her knees, her usual thick make up was replaced by a rather moderate one and her hair twisted into plain but beautiful locks.

I said, nodding. I exhaled slowly, looking down at the pot we have used to cook the brew on the kitchen island. “I hope this brew works for you. I really do.” Calista smiled, her eyes full of gratitude. “It will, Lyra. I can feel it. Thank you for everything.” “Sure. Why am I doubting it now? We made it with love,” I said, smiling and she laughed. As I was preparing to leave, we heard a knock and soon an omega came in to tell us that Sylvia is here to see the Luna. Calista’s face fell and she reluctantly told the omega to allow her in.

She insisted as I sighed heavily. ‘It’s for the Luna. I can’t—“ “I want it!” She slammed her hand on the table as everyone looked at Lauren, who might have realized she was with a lot of people as she gasped. “I said it’s for the—“ ‘Give her the dress!” Octavia’s voice came behind us from the staircase as she got down the stairs. Everyone turned their gaze to her as she walked down the stairs. “Everyone leave!’ I ordered, watching Octavia get down the stairs. She was wearing a black leather midi-length skirt with a beige vest tucked in.