Luna Lovegood's Husband Novels & Stories

Tugging on Melody's arm, she pouted, "Oh, tell me please, Mel?" Exasperated, Melody narrowed her eyes and gave her the long and short of it. "I did something stupid. Getting married, that is." 'M-Married?!' Luna straightened right then, her pupils dilating. A goddess incarnate like Melody would shine no matter who her company was… and she was married already?! Who on earth could she have fallen for?! "You're joking, right, Mel?" Luna asked, working hard to keep her voice low. "Who is he? Has he been good to you?"

Yet, she had to listen to many people mention it every day, making it impossible for her to ignore. Her sister was promised to be married off to the Red Stone Pack as their future Luna, and the Lycan King had a son named Jayce, bearing the title of Alpha male. Based on the rumors she heard, the King and the Queen wanted to crown him as the Crown Prince. Therefore, it made perfect sense to call him her future brother-in-law.

“I, Draco Riordan, take you, Luna Granger, as my wife, to have and to hold, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health. I promise before God and these witnesses to always love and cherish you, until death do us part.”

Madison cut in, before he could finish his speech. "No, no, don’t tell her, please!" she screamed at the top of her lungs, but the doctor didn’t listen. He shook his head, took a deep breath and dropped the bombshell. "I'm afraid the father is...your husband, the Alpha." For a moment, the world seemed to spin, stealing my breath from my lungs. Surely, this was some twisted nightmare - Dominic would never betray me in such a way. He loved me, cherished me as his Luna.

"There has been a strong connection coming from you, and calling out to me. But I've been blinded for long, unable to see that you, Brielle... You are my mate." "Mate? " Her eyes widened, looking at our hands. "Yes, mate. Your aura has been trying to bond with mine, but I failed to pick it earlier. But now I can feel the connection, I can feel the strong aura we share. You've been the one all along. My... Luna." I gave a smile, holding her other hand, with my lips pecking them lovingly. "You are my Luna, my wife. I don't want you to leave me ever again. I... I love you," I confessed, kissing her hands passionately.

The man really didn't care about her feelings. “Huh, you call it good for me? You call that good?” Luna laughed sarcastically. “Why don't you just tell your beloved daughter, Megan, to marry him?” Luna asked. Harry's expression changed instantly. “Don't argue with me, Luna!” he snapped. “Don't ever tell Megan to marry him. She has the right to marry the man she loves!” Harry was emotional. His tone grew louder, without thinking about one thing—that Luna was also his daughter.

Her lips parted in surprise. "M-Married?" Gavin nodded. "Yes, Luna. We're married. I'm your husband and you're my wife." That moment Gavin didn't know why he did that. The only thing he knows is that he needs to protect her from them…from the people who were behind the plane crash. That day, Gavin Clyborne involved herself in the fire in Amara's life.

Luna hadn't even finished college yet, so why was she getting married at this young age? "You're lying right?" cried Peter in disbelief. "No, I'm serious! I'm married! I'm sure some women will love you more than I loved you before!" said Luna slowly. Peter shook his head slowly. He didn't want to take it for granted. How could Luna replace him with another man? "Are you married? With whom? Don't tell me your husband is Eros!" snapped Peter. Luna frowned in confusion. How could Peter be so ridiculous as to think she was married to Eros? He knew very well what kind of relationship she and Eros had.

The man then slammed the door open and walked out of the room. The shocked servant, who had seen the whole affair unfold, rushed to help the woman up from the floor. “Madam, are you alright? Let me help you up,” she said. “Thank you,” Luna replied. When Luna finally stood up, she rubbed her reddened neck, where she had been gripped so tightly, and blinked her red, confused eyes at the open door. “Is that man Preston?” The servant, who was now straightening Luna's bridal gown, answered, “Yes. He is the master of the house and your husband.”

He spits, re-emphasising the absurdity of this arrest. I recover from my half-shock to deliver a mocking retort. "I know you hate me, Kaleb, but this isn't about you. I'm Luna, whether or not you like it. I'm married to Mikael, the Alpha of Guttenbrieg." "How can your husband be the Alpha of Guttenbrieg when he's dead?"