Luna Gallery Novels & Stories

A breathless pack guard rushed in, sweating profusely, and dropped to one knee. "Alpha Ethan!" the guard gasped. "We have a report from our scouts stationed near the Royal Capital. It's... it's about Luna Lane." Ethan paused, a smug, knowing smirk spreading across his handsome face. He leaned back in his leather chair, interlocking his fingers. "Let me guess. She realized she has nowhere to go, got scared of the rogues, and is crying at the border?" "No, Alpha," the guard swallowed hard. "She bypassed our borders entirely. She and her personal maid are currently kneeling outside the main gates of the Alpha King's palace. She is demanding an audience with the King himself."

gallery. "Axel said; the owner of this gallery is a very kind-hearted Luna. She is willing to accept and employ human employees regardless of caste. Is it true what Axel said?" Jonea entered through a glass door with "OPEN" written on it. As soon as she stepped into the art gallery, Jonea felt like she had entered an antique shop. "Hey," Axel greeted cheerfully. The young man was wearing a very formal black suit. Jonea was a little surprised because Axel didn't look like a part-time employee at an art gallery. Instead, he is like a young executive who seems so charming. Axel wasn't even wearing his glasses. He actually looked very different from how he looked at school.

A young worker stood in the doorway, flushed from running down the hall. “Message for the Athena wing,” he announced breathlessly. “From the Luna.” My heart kicked painfully. Waters stood. Clearway straightened. The worker read from the slip in his hand: “The Luna requests the presence of all pack members, servants, attendants, and slaves in the central hall at midday. An urgent address.” Silence fell. Thea’s breath caught. Clearway’s brows knit. “Urgent?” Waters exchanged a worried glance with her. “The Luna never calls full-house gatherings unless… unless something serious is happening.”

They could create new lives for themselves, be whatever they wanted to be. Whilst we were idly standing around waiting, Luca approached Alpha Bain and I. "Excuse me Luna." I was surprised to realise he'd come over to talk to me and not Alpha Bain. "I apologise that I haven't introduced myself yet. With all the chaos that has happened within the last few hours I haven't really found the right opportunity. I am Luca, Alpha Bain's Beta. It is an absolute pleasure to finally meet you." He summed up whilst bowing his head in a gesture of respect.

Jackson mind-linked to me. “I love you too,” I replied, wiping away my tears. We were ready for the second part of the ceremony. Elder Johanna was leading the ritual. She approached us, placed her hand over our joined hands, prayed to Selene, and nodded to Jackson. “I, Jackson, Alpha of the Silver Moon pack, declare you, my mate Loreen Liira of the Silver Moon pack, our Luna—the Luna who will stand beside me to lead and protect our pack,” Jackson proclaimed. “I, Loreen Liira, born of the Lunar Eclipse pack and now a member of the Silver Moon pack, accept the title of Luna to Alpha Jackson and to our Silver Moon pack,” I said, locking eyes with him.

So, they needed to be introducing new designs and producing more paintings and structures. Luna couldn’t believe her own structured flower vases could be loved by people and many request could be coming from it just only at SkyGallery that she put it. As a result of that, Vivian allowed her to bring pointing-machine to the studio so she could be producing it in large quality. Luna was sitting on a chair and closed to the window. She plugged the pointing-machine to the socket there and busy working. Vivian in the other too was at her working spot, fixed her eyes on the painting board and pouring out the new idea in her brain on the board.

Stupid werewolf hearing. "But you are the future Luna," she says, pointing at me with a wink. I roll my eyes. "Yes, but not yet." Xavion explained it to me once. Even though his parents are gone, making him the Alpha, I’m not officially the Luna until we’re married. There’s a ceremony, he said; a crowning, a formal welcome into the pack. Most Lunas come from other packs, so it’s a big deal. But I’m human.

Carlos, my most reliable informant, is finally returning my call. "What do you have for me?" I answered without preamble. "Your ex-husband has been busy since returning to Rome." "Define busy." "He's been seen at the same location repeatedly. An art gallery in Trastevere. Always alone, always in the evenings." I straightened in my chair. "Which gallery?" "Galleria Luna. Small place, specializes in contemporary pieces. The owner is Giulia Sinclair, but she employs a gallery manager named Victoria Romano." The name meant nothing to me.

"Nevertheless, that's yours now whether you're going to use it or not." "Thank you, Luna." "It's my job to make you comfortable in this house. We're going to live and work together, anyway." I nodded in agreement. That was also the reason behind my nervousness. I wanted us to live in unity. We talked while enjoying our coffee until someone else joined us. "Good morning, Luna." She greeted us with her soft voice. "I don't know that we have a guest." She added, talking about me. Luna Naomi got up from her seat and said, "Diane, come here. I want to introduce you to our future Gamma Female. It's Miley from Red River Pack."

"I don't know what to do with the fact that I stopped at a gallery window on a Tuesday morning because a painting was exactly right and I went inside and bought it and I have been back twice since then." "Twice," Sienna said. "Tuesday and Thursday," Lucia said. "The gallery owner's name is Diana. She has run the gallery for eleven years. She has excellent taste and she means it when she asks if she can help you." A pause. "The artist has a show on the fourteenth. I told Diana I would be there." Sienna was quiet for a moment. Lucia could hear, in the quality of the quiet, the specific processing of someone who was understanding something and deciding how to respond to it carefully.