Novel & Cerita Marissa Gilbert The Perfect Luna

“The girl has a point, Gerry.” Gerald heaved himself to his feet and muttered something about women having no respect. He made his way toward the door in his dusty cowboy boots, then stopped and turned, pointing a gnarled finger at me. “You aren’t even a real Luna! You have no place calling an elder meeting and stirring up all this trouble. If you aren’t Kaelen’s mate, then you are just a stray bitch and we ought to ship you back where you came from.” Harrison was on his feet before Gerald finished the sentence — which, given the sprained back, was impressive. “You watch your mouth, Halfmoon. She is Julian’s mate, and she’s carrying the Alpha’s heir. She’s the Luna.”

Lila laughed deliriously as she held the dress in her hands. She turned to Marcus and took hold of his arm. "This is perfect Gabe! I can wear this dress for the Luna's succession ceremony!" Marcus, that bastard, actually let this slut succeed as Luna right away! But whether it was the Nightfall Pack or wherever the Luna was at the time, I would make sure that anything to do with them would remain firmly in the past. "Would you look at that, Lila really is good at picking up the trash that others don't want." I said slowly as I laughed.

“I Alpha Jeremy Brooks reject you Lilith Gutierrez as Luna. You couldn’t fulfil your duties as a Luna, and I reject you. From now on you won’t be the Luna of Alpha Jeremy Brooks, you won’t be the Luna of Shadowed Moon.” I’m silenced as soon as I heard a sentence come out of Jeremy’s mouth. I looked at Jeremy with an incredulous face. My face flushed. My body was boiling well. “Are you seriously going to reject me as Luna? But why?”

Marcus stood instantly. “I have to go.” my throat burned. “Marcus—” He hesitated, tearing himself away as if his heart were still in my hands. “Please,” he said again. Then he vanished through the back passage …gone like smoke … just as the door opened again. Another maid. “My Lady … your dress is prepared. The Alpha’s parents await.” I stood up slowly like someone waiting for an execution, because at this point that is what all this was. If this is what it takes to be a Luna.. Luna Selene is lucky she isn't here.

A low table bore a pot of tea - different from the one she had brought earlier - and a collection of small, crystalline glasses. One corner held a vanity table dotted with vials of perfume, brushes, and jewelry. Another held an enormous reading chair upholstered in something soft and pale, with a half-finished book resting on its arm. Mistress Orion stood near the window, sunlight caressing the curls spilling over her shoulders. She looked over her shoulder as I entered, her expression unreadable but not unkind. “You may leave us,” she said to Mira. Mira bowed her head once and slipped out, closing the door quietly behind her. Silence settled - not threatening, but watchful. Luna Orion studi

And Raquel poor, perfect Raquel would become the obvious choice for Luna in Victoria’s absence. Even if Carlisle had started developing feelings for Victoria, I believed it was best to cut off those feelings before they bloomed. With Victoria gone, he would recover in time. And when he did, Raquel would be right there beside him. As the twisted plan solidified in my mind, my eyes lit up with a dangerous gleam. But inside my head, my wolf snarled in outrage. "This is betrayal, Marcus! Betrayal against our Alpha!" it growled furiously.

I couldn’t believe I was looking down to see him on one knee with a diamond ring in hand. “Daciana Whitemane, I know we had a rough beginning but the moon goddess found a way to bring us together again. I don’t regret ever telling you about how I feel. My only regret was waiting long enough to realize. Would you please make me fulfilled by being my Luna?” he asked. I stared at the ring for what felt like ages. I felt like I was dreaming. “Y…yes,” I managed to say. He stood up and slipped the ring into my finger. I jumped in excitement and hugged him.

“This thing is working.” Just as I was about to stand, the door burst open. “Hi, Aria!” Lara’s voice filled the room. I almost jumped out of my skin. My heart thumped hard. “The day you learn to knock,” I said, trying to sound calm even though I was still catching my breath, “I think the Moon Goddess herself will have to appear to you.” She laughed, brushing her curly hair back as she closed the door behind her. “Maybe once I find my mate, I’ll learn to knock.”

The beautiful beach in front of it and the fresh and cool ocean breeze are just like the mansion he rented in Alpha Rick’s territory. I froze when we got into the gates of the house and there, in front of the main hall, a tall, sophisticated-looking woman stood restless. Tears poured from her eyes as soon as our eyes met. “Mom!” Caden smiled at his mother, ready to hug her, but Marissa ignored Caden and ran towards me, embracing me tightly while she sobbed on my shoulders. “Oh, Giselle!” Marissa Eisnworth, the Mother Luna of the Highridge Pack, cried to me, “You have no idea how happy I am to see you again! All—all these years I regret—”

She has never encountered a woman so utterly devoid of boundaries or basic moral decency—someone who, fully aware that the man in question is occupied with his girlfriend, still insists on throwing herself against the proverbial locked door. Luna slips gracefully into the silk robe Julian hands her, tying the sash tightly at her waist as she follows his tall frame into the brightly lit foyer, her steps utterly silent against the plush carpet. She positions herself deliberately just behind his shoulder, cloaked in the shadows, as he swings the heavy oak door open. Standing in the corridor, looking exceptionally flush and clutching a plush hotel towel to her chest in a meticulously rehearsed d