Luna Abigail Mga Nobela at Kwento

I told them awkwardly, feeling a bit uncomfortable with everyone serving me so diligently. The Omega seemed to sense my discomfort and assured me, “Don't worry, Luna. It’s normal for us to serve you. Your only concern as a Luna should be about birthing will pups.” Her words made me feel pressured and anxious once again. My phone suddenly pinged, and I opened the message to see Abigail had sent me a naked photo of her and Shawn together in bed while Shawn was sleeping. Feeling disgusted, I locked my phone and ignored her message, only to receive another message from her a while later.

Her gaze dropped to my neck, her eyes roaming over each side slowly as if searching for a mark that wasn’t visible. If Lucien had given me a traditional mark, the one that would mark me as Luna, it would be right where my neck met my shoulder, and everyone would be able to see it. So, we both knew that her search was dramatic and unnecessary, but it did get her point across. My neck was bare, but so was hers. “You’ve been here what… two weeks? And already you’re dragging Lucien and Hera into your little obsession. Your delusion is impressive,” Abigail’s lips parted slightly in a smile that wasn’t kind. “But your parents are dead, and you will be soon, too.”

And it wasn’t normal at all. “Who are you?” He asked. His voice was harsh and vigilant. The girl kept her sweet, warm smile, “My name is Abigale,” she answered with a wicked wink of her beautiful left eye, “I am Chief Luna’s daughter and one of her secretaries.” There was still Fay’s blood on his paws. Darren’s gaze turned cold, “You want revenge for your mother?” The girl let out a string of joyful, vibrant laughter, “Of course not,” she replied, then lowered her voice, “She is kind of a bitch, isn’t she?”

These people were innocent; they had nothing to do with their actions. As we entered, the hall erupted in appreciation. Someone started a praise song—one I knew was for Abigail. She smiled sweetly at them and signaled for me to begin distributing the gifts she had prepared. With the help of her assistant, I handed out brown envelopes filled with money. The women continued singing as the gifts were distributed. When everyone had received something, Abigail stood on the stage, with me by her side. "This is Valeria Shadow-Moon, my daughter-in-law," she announced. "I want you all to support her as she becomes our Luna. She is the most protective person I have ever seen, and I can assure you that

“That baby, Abigail, died, Luna. There are records to prove it. You weren’t born in a hospital, so you were never officially registered, but Abigail was. She had complications during birth so they had to go to hospital. When she died a few weeks later, Brian knew it would cause an investigation. That’s when he took someone else’s baby—Lucy—and raised her as Abigail.” Her face contorts with pain as the truth sinks in. Her eyes dart around the room like she’s searching for something to make sense of all of this. I can see her crumbling right in front of me, and it’s killing me. “Luna, I’m sorry,” I whisper, pulling her into a tight embrace. She doesn’t fight it, but her body shakes against min

Before I moved away, it always felt like someone crushed my heart whenever I received that look but right now, I felt nothing. Abigail moved to my side with a smile on her face as she kept her phone back in her pocket before she nudged me with her elbow. “Aren’t you going to introduce me to them?” she whispered as she took in the faces of the people in front of us and the smile slipped off her face when she saw Lana. “Isn’t that Luna?” I instantly let out a snort while thunder boomed overhead and I leaned closer to Abigail. “It’s Lana,” I whispered back just as Shane stretched his arms out and began to walk towards me.

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When we would become the luna, everyone would welcome her. She would be sure to have words with Jacob about how the lack should respect and treat their soon-to-be luna. “Where is my Jacob?” Abigail demanded to know from the driver who had no idea. Abigail spotted cherry and Danielle walking down the steps of the pack house, they were deep in conversation. Abigail opened the car door and stomped over to the girls. They looked surprised to see her again. “What do you want?” Danielle stuck her nose up and glared at Abigail with such resentment.

It's eyes are sapphires. Beautiful. Abby cuts her hand. Blood drips from her wound. She passes the knife to me. I wanted to close my eyes when I cut my hand, but I didn't want to display myself being weak in front of my future pack. Abby and I hold our hands together. "I, Abby Nightwalker resign as Luna. I transfer all my power and strength as Luna of this pack to you Elizabeth Crowe. Elizabeth, do you as Luna, accept this?" "I do."

I offer. "Luna," one woman starts and I cut in, "please call me Cierra, Luna is far too formal between friends I say to the older looking lady, she has years of smiles written on her soft kind face, she's small and plump yet still looks strong. "OK Cierra, I am Abigail Brown head kitchen Omega I have just taken over in the kitchen around two weeks ago we have a couple members of staff off with home issues at the moment so we would love your help as long as it doesn't anger the Alpha's." She tells me.