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Luna paced the penthouse like a caged animal, her bare feet silent against the marble. Every few minutes, she stopped at the window, staring out at the city lights like they might somehow reveal where Grace was. Her phone sat on the coffee table, silent. Mocking. “She’s dead because of me,” Luna whispered for the hundredth time. “I should’ve left her alone.” Grayson stood in the kitchen doorway, watching her unravel. He’d made coffee they wouldn’t drink, toast they wouldn’t touch. The normalcy felt obscene when Grace might be bleeding out somewhere in the city.

......................................................................................................... Luna Grace walked back into the room and washed her wet face. She couldn't help crying a little when she heard the two men talk. She couldn't believe the lies the Alpha told his friend. At some point, he was fed up with trying for a baby that he stopped being intimate with his Luna. Grace had tried everything. From sexy lingerie to date nights. But the more she tried the more insulted she felt.

Luna was crying silently . She didn't knew what wrong she did in her past life .She lost her family and lived a hard life as a orphan. Today she is caged and forced to marry a devil. why was her life so hard ? Why can't she live her own life peacefully.

Luna's face transformed with such pure joy that my heart ached. "She made a noise. Did you hear? She's so perfect." Luna looked up at me, tears streaming down her face. "Mama, she's so perfect and tiny, and I love her already." I took a picture with my phone, capturing Luna holding newborn Alice, both their faces showing the vulnerability of new life and fierce love. A moment of pure hope in the middle of preparing for war. That night, Luna finished the blanket. She worked until dawn, stitching protection wards with shaking fingers, whispering prayers to the Moon Goddess over each symbol. When she finally collapsed from exhaustion, the blanket glowed faintly with magic.

I’m so sorry, my Queen,” Amara whispered as she stepped into Luna Anita’s chambers. The air was heavy with tension. Luna Anita, seated in her high-backed chair, turned her cold, unreadable gaze on the girl standing before her. Amara trembled under her scrutiny, her heart racing with guilt and fear. For a moment, Luna Anita simply studied her. It struck her then—she hadn’t truly taken the time to look at Amara, the girl she’d taken in as an infant. Now standing before her was not the child she had raised, but a young woman of remarkable beauty.

Elara Grace’s words snapped something inside of me. I was exhausted. Tired of being walked all over. And after last night, I wasn’t about to let her just saunter away after she said such awful things to me. I moved before Grace could walk away, planting myself squarely in her path in the doorway. She paused, glancing up at me with surprise—as if she didn’t expect me to put my foot down. “I am your Luna,” I said, lifting my chin and meeting her cold gaze. “How dare you speak to me

Francesca’s POV The coronation of the Alpha King and his chosen Luna is one of the most sacred events for any Pack. It’s one that is celebrated in a grand affair, and remembered for months after the fact. Every Pack had its own special way of going about it, the rituals they always made sure took place and all the flurry of activity and prayers that happen, taking advantage of the full moon and asking the Moon Goddess to bless us and grant our heart’s deepest desires. “Mother, you look absolutely stunning,” I said, my tone dripping with admiration as I stared at Alpha Jessica Reginald, where she sat dressed in a lovely golden gown, about to be crowned the Luna of the Sangria-Crescent Pack.

We all turned to see him standing there with Chloe and Grace. “Excellent.” She waved them in. “Do you remember me, Chloe?” My daughter’s were round in her upturned face. “Yes, Luna.” “Good.” She turned to look at Chloe’s sister. “I am Luna Amelie, Grace Cavendish. Will you allow me to look at you?” Grace shot a worried look at Chloe, who nodded encouragingly, then stepped forward. “Yes.” Luna Amelie lowered herself to the carpet, her red robes billowing out around her, and held out her hands. Grace swallowed and put her hands into them.

The pack's Elder stepped forward, ancient and powerful, carrying the Luna crown on a velvet cushion. "We gather tonight," her voice rang out, "to witness the formal claiming of our Luna Queen. Alpha Alexei Volkov, do you claim this woman as your mate and Luna?" "I do." Alexei's voice was strong and clear. "Before the Moon Goddess and this pack, I claim Sera Winters as my Luna Queen." "And do you, Sera Winters, accept this claim? Do you pledge yourself to this pack and this Alpha?" I felt Kieran's stare burning into my back. This was it. The moment of no return.

"Mia, my Luna, my guiding light, I vow to cherish and protect you, to honor our bond, and to ensure our pack thrives under our united leadership." As their vows echoed into the night, a sudden gust of wind swept through the clearing, carrying with it the scent of wild roses and the whisper of ancient voices. It was as if the very spirits of their ancestors had blessed their union, bestowing upon them the strength and wisdom to guide their pack into the future. In that moment, Mia felt a profound sense of belonging wash over her. She was no longer the lost girl grappling with the fragments of her memories – she was a Luna, a leader, a force to be reckoned with.