Luna Graced Novels & Stories

“Well then let me introduce myself. But first, let’s get you off of this floor.” Christopher bent over me, and grabbed my shoulders, straightening me up. I let him manipulate my pose only because maybe it would make this interaction briefer. I refused to let him pick me up, presumably to set me on the bed, so he opted to kneel down next to me as I sat with my back against the wall, looking up at the ceiling. “Grace, I know who you are. The recently divorced Luna who just announced her wedding with the Lycan King.”

Weren’t they closer than that? “Oh. Oh! That’s right! You found your mate!” Luna Grace looked between me and Carter as if seeing us together was the cutest thing. She closed the distance between us and held out her hand for me to shake. “I’m sure you’ve heard of me but I’m Luna Grace Lockwood, Alpha Damian’s mate.” I stared at the hand for a moment. Did she not remember me? “I know.” I smiled sheepishly, taking her hand and shaking it anyway. “You, the Alpha, and your kids came over for lunch a couple of weeks ago.”

Long enough to know that the Luna who stood before her was Luna Ariana Nathaniel, chosen to Alpha David Nathaniel who was the owner of one of the most flourished food companies in the world. “The reason why we are here is simple. It is about Luna Roland, she has no right to be part of us any longer as her husband is now deceased”, the luna declared. Daphne’s eyes darted over to the luna in question, Luna Helena Roland; she had tears in her eyes and did not look like her usual self.

My father had once been bonded to my mother through an alliance marriage. However, all of that changed when he met his true mate when I was four. He broke the mate bond with my Luna mother and exiled her from the pack. I have a twin sister named Noelle Northcutt. Our mother intended to take us both away, but my father refused to let Noelle go, leaving me with her instead. Although Noelle and I look exactly alike, she has always been stronger than me, picking up new skills much faster. It was clear that my father valued her potential and aimed to groom her as the future Alpha.

"No wonder you exude such power—being the true Luna has its perks, doesn’t it?" "We’re all here to support you," another chimed in. "We won’t let some lowborn Omega take your rightful place." "And look at Caius," said another. "He’s already showing dominance, even at such a young age! He’s the true heir to Serrowind Pack." The Beta teacher, her posture stiff, even bowed slightly. "Luna Virelle, let me know what Caius likes to eat. We’ll make sure the daycare caters to his tastes from now on."

**(Selena's POV)** I laughed coldly, staring at the unconscious Alpha Gray on the floor. "Luna Grace is my childhood pack friend," I told Julian Foster, who was watching me with wide eyes. "When she was thirteen, Luna Grace moved to Northern Ridge Territory with her pack. We kept in touch through pack communication devices." Julian waited quietly, sensing there was more. "Five years ago, she formed a mate bond. An arranged marking. She sounded happy then." My voice turned bitter. "Three years ago, Luna Grace called me howling. She wanted to sever her mate bond."

"The past is finally dead." Luna does not pity Grace Caldwell. That woman is the architect of everything that happened five years ago—the one who ensured her baby girl never took a single breath. If not for Grace, Luna would never have suffered that public humiliation. Her parents would never have spent years weeping in the dark. The soft-hearted girl she used to be died on an operating table at her golden age. "As long as you are by my side, the future is ours," Ethan murmurs, locking his arms around her waist and pulling her so close she can feel the frantic beat of his heart.

Understanding flickers there. “You must be Aliya,” she says gently. I swallow. “Yes.” She inclines her head. “I am Grace. Luna of this pack.” The name lands with weight. *Luna.* The mate of the Alpha. The heart of the pack. The crowd parts further, giving us space. I’m acutely aware of how many eyes are on us, how many senses are tuned to Jackson’s unstable power. And yet there’s no fear in them. No hostility. Only respect. Relief, even.

Text me if anything weird happens. _*]:min-w-0"> "Define weird." _*]:min-w-0"> "You know what I mean." _*]:min-w-0"> Nova left. Luna faced the senior. "I don't know you." _*]:min-w-0"> "I'm Jasmine. Fourth year. Delta from the Northern Ridge pack." _*]:min-w-0"> "Luna. But you already know that." _*]:min-w-0"> "Everyone knows you. The Eclipse mark. The first full shift on record to maintain control. You're making waves."

“I’m already his wife, and I’m Luna.” They all looked at me in confusion. “What?” I asked. Grace crossed her arms. “Sweetheart, you’re about to be renamed Luna of one of the most powerful packs on the continent after surviving a tyrant, a cult, a brief death, and a forest with personality issues. The dress will be grand if we feel like it,” she said matter-of-factly. “I’m not sure you can diagnose a forest.” “That forest tried to eat us all. I’ll diagnose it however I want,” said Nalia.