Marissa Gilbert The Perfect Luna Novels & Stories

Luna blew out a short breath before she drew a soft smile on her lips. She looks like a goddess. Those eyes of hers were captivating, said Luna in her head while staring at Larisa. She has never seen a beautiful woman like her. "I'm Larisa Clyborne, Gabe's wife." Larisa introduced and offered her hand politely. "What's your name again?" She asked, not because she doesn't know who she is, but to find out if this woman remembers everything. Luna's lips parted after hearing that name. That means that she was that woman she was curious about. The woman she hated out of her jealousy.

Juliana looked at me furiously and let go of my grip looking at me straight on, "The truth, that we are lovers and have been for years, that there is no woman you are interested in and that you only play with them, that you always end up coming back to me and I gave her to understand that I am your woman" I felt furious, my wolf wanted to kill her for what she had said to Gina, "How dare you say such stupid things, who do you think you are, the fact that I fucked you and took you to my bed , does not give you any special treatment you are a slut just like all of them and I would never make you my woman and even less my Luna".

I remembered everything - who I was, what had happened that fateful night, and the faces that had remained blurred in my mind yet still haunted me for so long. I was Kiara Anderson, the Luna of the Crimson Pack. That night, I had been on my way to meet Asher, my mate, to discuss our Mating anniversary plans. But Jonas had intercepted me, his voice urgent, informing me that my parents were under attack by rogues and I needed to accompany him immediately.

Coating my white fur with her blood. I shift back as I stand panting. Turning my gaze to him, I stalk towards him. As he shakes his head, he looks up at me from the floor and then at himself. The look of shock and disbelief is on his face. “Marissa, please. I didn’t know.” I laugh at him. If I don’t then I will cry. His whore’s blood dripping from my face and hands. “I warned you Robert. This is on you. I Marissa Gilbert, the true Luna, and daughter of Selene, reject you King Robert Alexander as my mate and king.” He clutches his chest as I still deal with the lingering pains of betrayal.

She was the perfect Luna—efficient, capable, unwavering. I respected her for it. But I didn’t see her. Now? Now she snaps at me. Glares at me. Tells me I’m wrong to my face. She used to be a perfectly styled Barbie doll—flawless hair, flawless dress, flawless smile. But lately… it’s like her hair is slightly unbrushed. A thread loose on her sleeve. A crack in the porcelain. And I can’t stop looking. I find myself wanting to push her further. Just to see what happens. Will she cry? Will she scream? Will she finally break that perfect mask and show me something real?

“No more losing it at Luna Commands.” Kimberly nods. “I will do my best.” A large wolf appears on the horizon. “He doesn’t trust us enough to be in human form,” Marissa smirks. “Stay in the car, I mean it, do not move.” Marissa gets out of the car and walks past all the warriors, who are snapping at her. Kimberly shakes in her seat. She could never be so calm around so many angry wolves. Kimberly is in awe as Marissa stands before the Alpha with a straight back and head held high. Marissa was born to be a Luna. There was no doubt in young Kimberly’s mind that one day Marissa would be a strong and mighty Luna.

Cassey said as everyone at the tables stared at her. “Hmm, I knew I tasted a new sweetness,” Killian said aloud. “You're amazing Laura, keep it up.” I gestured a faint smile. If staring at someone could kill, Rhett would have beheaded Killian that moment. “Yes, she's perfect with everything and everyone,” Rhett added. “That's why the moon goddess blessed me with such a perfect LUNA,” Killian stretched the last word at the end of his sentence. “Hmm, I sure wish I had a Luna like Laura, she's so perfect,” Rhett added.

it's not her strength you should be questioning, but your weakness." When Marissa's eyes flared, I briefly believed she was going to hit me. Then she let out a breath. She clenched her fists at her hips. "Selene, I didn't come here to solve riddles. I came to get answers. I got the poison from you. It would kill her, you claimed. "And yet here you are," I murmured in a silky voice. "Alive, defeated, and desperate." I could sense the internal conflict as her jaw tightened. She didn't like being dependent on me, but she needed me more than she was willing to acknowledge. Marissa replied, "I have to know what she is," in a voice that was now almost a whisper and a request. "She isn't Luna. She

"I've already chosen my Luna, and no, Warwick, it isn't your daughter. I discovered that we don't have much in common." "What?" he asks, the word laced with shock and disbelief. I nod. "The woman I'll make my Luna is Lilieth Grimwylde. In case you're wondering, yes. The Omega-born female." I meet Timmon's eyes from across the table as gasps break out. He stares at me, shock stamped all over his face. I wink at him, hoping to communicate to him that everything will be alright and that I have the situation under control. "This cannot happen!" Warwick argues. "The Omega? No Omega has ever been a Luna before. It simply cannot be!"

But I couldn't endure all the teasing my husbands gave me when we got a move that brought us close together. Hahaha! I was so satisfied to see the pleading expressions on my face. "You guys shouldn't have pissed me off first," I grumbled as I folded my arms in front of my chest. A light cough from someone distracted me. "I, Camille Dupont, am addressing you, Luna." "I, Marta Ivanova, am addressing you, Luna." "I, Maria Santos, am addressing you, Luna." "I, Eva Fischer, am addressing you, Luna." "I, Giulia Bianchi, facing you, Luna."