Moon And Reader Novels & Stories

He raised his head at Matt at the alarming question raised. "That should be this full moon." Alpha Andrea finally answered even with Fiona's intent to intrude, I smirked behind my puffy face from the food I was trying hard to masticate. "Oh I see, that is perfect timing, the season of the Moon Goddess, blessing the Aloha and his Luna, we could have what such auspicious date, but we're so engrossed in each other that as a common Gemma and Omega we choose a normal day." Matt let out his hand scrolling through his phone and Alpha Andrea's eyes were red, and the redness I could see calming to purple anytime soon.

Books, not so much. Curiosity got the better of me. I turned to the first folded page and began to read. The heading leapt out at me: “Moonbound.” I scoffed. “What a joke,” I muttered. But the more I read, the less amusing it became. The words on the page described a rare, mythical wolf bound directly to the Moon Goddess herself. What nonsense? No such things exist. I have never heard of it at least. A map accompanied the text, and my eyes locked on the highlighted lake at the outskirts of the territory. My pulse quickened.

Black gems encrusted the moon, making it beautiful in an eerie kind of way. “It’s so pretty,” Aisling murmured; the gems caught the light that crept through the window. As soon as I touched the moon, it was like my hands had a mind of their own. I picked up the moon and pushed it into the indention on the book. A distinct click emanated from the book. I pressed two fingers to the moon and turned it counterclockwise until the latch on the book was removable. “Brigid! Aisling!” I heard Papa calling from downstairs, but I couldn’t stop.

Leon’s mind was going so many miles per second. It was racing faster than a racecar. But he decided that he was going to trust the girl, and besides, he did not have much of a choice or time. So he opened his hands and held the hands of the blonde girl in his hands. The girl then told him to close his eyes and try his best to contact the Moon goddess. His eyes shot open, and he shook his head. “Cassie, normal people like us can’t just contact the Moon goddess. You have to be an Alpha or a Luna. Or someone like Selena who was purposely chosen by the goddess.” As much as he wanted to help the omega, he wanted them to be logical as well.

While the plant provides power for most of the state, it does not require that many employees to run it so the town remains small. Amaris threw off the plain white sheets and rolled out of the twin bed that lay nestled against the wall and in the corner of the room. When she was a child, Amaris would push the bed back against the wall every night so that she could lay at the foot of her bed and look out her window at the moon. There was nothing more beautiful than the sight of the full moon in all her glory.

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As though my pain was just a lesson for the pack to learn. "If the Moon Goddess made a mistake," a voice called out, "then maybe the mistake isn't the bond." The hall went quiet. I looked toward the voice. It was an older wolf, one of the pack elders. His name was Marcus too, I remembered. The irony wasn't lost on me. "What do you mean?" the Alpha asked. The elder turned and looked directly at me. "Maybe the mistake was choosing the wrong mate. Maybe the Moon Goddess intended for someone else to be Alpha Ryker's Luna."

“Alright, I got it,” Andrius responded and hung up the phone. Then, he tried to call Rainbow, but sure enough, the prompt said the number was not in service. What was going on? Andrius was puzzled and left the garage. In New Moon Corporation, Luna was reading a medical book in her office. It was the same book that Andrius had given her in the name of the Wolf King. At times, she frowned. At times, she had a sudden realization and wrote and drew with a pen, very focused.

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO POV:LUCIEN The story ran at nine in the evening. By nine fifteen I had read it four times. By nine thirty I had identified every source, every leaked document, and every legal mechanism Ethan Hale and Nadia Vonross had used to build it. By nine forty-five my legal team had a counter-strategy in motion that would reduce both of them to rubble before morning. None of that was the hard part. The hard part was that somewhere in this estate, Elara had also read it. And I had not reached her before she did.