Luna Mira's Choice Novels & Stories

She placed hers in mine, and I pressed a kiss to her knuckles. “The pleasure is all mine, Luna…” Our eyes met—she was red as a tomato. “Mi…Mi…Mirabel. Luna Mirabel.” I tilted my head. “Suits. Bad choice of mate, though.” “Goddess,” Adolf mumbled beside me. I felt Kane’s stare burn, but the smile never left my face. Finally, Kane wrapped an arm around his Luna and pulled her away. I chuckled. “How about you go take that rest, Mira? This won’t take long.”

The temple was absolutely silent. Mireya stood completely still. Her face had not broken. Not fully. But something behind her eyes was moving fast, processing, rejecting, reassembling. Seraphine stood beside her like a statue. Not a muscle moving. Her eyes were fixed on the witch's face and her expression was completely unreadable. The witch turned back to her flame. "The choice remains yours, Luna," she said simply. "It always does." Mireya had never been confused in her life.

“Wait, what? Do you still want to risk it and attend the ceremony? Are you fucking insane! Do you have a death wish? Mira was perfectly clear when she said she doesn’t want to set eyes on you tonight. If you dare to defy her, she would come after you with everything she’s got. Do not forget that she would have been marked by Brian, and that automatically makes her the future Luna. What do you think would happen when the Alpha steps down in a few weeks and had over the title to Brian? She would be Luna then, and she would come for you!” she explained vigorously, putting way too much energy into her dumb speech.

For some reason, I feel uncomfortable when I think about Astrid dying soon. Her jaw tightened just slightly. Mira was many things but it seems like loyal wasn’t one of them. She was loyal to the bond and the idea of me she has in her head. But when it came to control, she liked to take it where she could. I sat up slowly, the shift in movement enough to make her hand drop away from me. She didn’t bother bringing the duvet to close her nakedness, she lay there without an inch of clothing. “Don’t change the plan again and don’t ever think of accusing my Luna.” I said.

“I simply expected more… concern. Considering she is your Luna.” Miranda crouched beside the bed again, studying Aria’s face as if she were reading a story only she could see. My mother stood on the other side, watching her with open suspicion. The air between them was already heavy. Miranda traced one finger slowly above Aria’s wrist but didn’t touch her skin. Then she spoke. Softly. “Strange.” I frowned. “What is?” She tilted her head slightly. “For someone who was never meant to sit on a throne… she seems to have captured the heart of the throne itself.”

And he feels, she can make a fine Luna. Yes, I know she can be a great Luna with her skills and of no doubt, I know she possesses all of the great qualities he speaks, I watched her grown as a child in the pack and watched how she was abused and I couldn’t help. I’m sorry she can’t be my Luna. Rebecca will definitely make a good Luna and my parents made her my choice so I can’t object that.

But Mira ignored him, lifting her chin higher. “Yes. I’m the one Ronan chose.” I looked at her and said calmly, “Mira, didn’t you always say you wanted to become Luna?” “If you choose Ronan, you won’t be.” Mira burst out laughing. “If Ronan becomes Alpha, then I’ll be Luna.” Kael tilted his head slightly, glancing at Ronan. There was a trace of interest in his eyes. Ronan’s expression darkened. “Mira. Enough.” Kael spoke again, his tone even. “Let her finish.”

“Because I drank it. And I’ve been his ever since.” Luna’s pulse pounded in her throat. She wanted to set the cup down, to pour it out, but she felt the guard’s stare, the unspoken threat of defiance. “Why tell me this now?” “Because you still have a choice,” Mira said. “And choices don’t last long here.”