Moon Cake Topper Novels & Stories

“You knew I’d be the one to apologize, didn’t you?” I smirked, brushing my shoulder against his. “Of course. You can’t stay mad at me for more than five minutes.” His eyes gleamed. “You make it impossible to stay mad.” Before I could reply, the MC announced, “And now, it’s time for the traditional cutting of the cake!” The crowd shifted, parting as though the room itself bowed to the towering cake that waited. Four tiers of white and gold, delicate swirls curling like spun silk, tiny wolf motifs chasing each other around the sides. At the very top, two intertwined wolves gleamed under the soft lights.

By early afternoon, we’d moved outside to begin setting up the decorations in the expansive garden behind the manor. Pack members were bustling about, hanging lanterns from tree branches, arranging tables, and setting up the bonfire that would be lit when the moon rose. I struggled to lift a box of delicate glass moon decorations, the weight of it making my arms tremble. “Let me help with that,” Jade offered. “I’ve got it,” I insisted. These particular decorations were hand-blown glass crafted specifically for the Alpha and Luna to place around the ceremonial circle. It was tradition that the Alpha pair handled them personally—another responsibility I couldn’t shirk.

he announced with a warm smile. Luna's face lit up with joy. "Certainly, Dad, let's go, I'm so excited about it." Luna and Robert found themselves standing at the center of a hushed and expectant crowd. All eyes were fixed on Luna, filled with enthusiasm and admiration. The scene was nothing short of magical. In the spotlight was a breathtaking cake, a creation of artistic wonder. It featured ten layers adorned with stars and a moon theme, with a color palette of soothing blues, pristine whites, and shimmering silvers. The cake itself was a masterpiece, a reflection of Luna's celestial elegance.

There were a few others, including some coworkers in the pack. The cake was the first thing I will never forget at reception. It was stunning. I almost didn’t want to cut into the four layers of decadent chocolate cake with white chocolate mousse filling covered in an artfully designed frosting to look like the night sky topped with a crescent moon with a couple as the topper.

“I know. That’s why I had to pre-complain. Set the stage.” She laughs again and reaches for a small box on the table. “Okay, help me decide. Cake topper or no cake topper?” I peer into the box. The topper is simple—black and gold, just Happy Birthday in cursive. Classy. Understated. Very Gio. “Topper,” I say immediately. “He’ll pretend he doesn’t care and then stare at it for five full minutes.” “Exactly what I thought.” She grins, pleased, and sets it aside.

Each table had a cut wooden slab in the center that had been painted with a white glitter paint to look like fresh snow, and set on top were clear bottles with fairy lights inside and a white candle sticking out the top with wax dripping down the sides. The beverage table included martini glasses filled with hot chocolate and a giant marshmallow in each one! The cake was a beautiful dark green 7 tier cake with silver constellation designs all over it. The center tier was a sphere shape in pale blue to represent the moon, and the cake topper was a silver crescent moon. Surrounding the cake were trays of strawberries covered in white chocolate and sparkling sugar. The evening was a blur jus

How fucking lame is that? ‘The mobile,’ Ares grumbles from the abyss. His reminder brings my attention to the hanging structure above my son’s bed. Walking closer, I gaze at it. It is beautifully crafted. The tent covering the moon is a beautiful navy blue, constellations’ decorate the top, reminding me of the night sky. Underneath sits the triple moon. Upon closer inspection, a key sits in the full moon at the center. Wolves circle the moon, their howling and running figures hanging by fish wire.

Soon, they gathered all the ingredients and merely needed to look for another convenience store for some molds. It was probably the most unique Lantern Festival they had experienced. After being busy for the entire morning, the mooncakes that they made had tasted quite good, but it came with weird shapes as Myra and Tony did not manage to find the specific molds. After all, it was difficult to search for the exact molds that were used in the local convenience stores.

"We’ve finalized the menu, but I wanted to confirm the wine selection for the Alphas." I raised an eyebrow. "Make sure it’s the best. No complaints, no corners cut. If it’s something they’ll remember, let it be how well we treated them—not anything else." Ava nodded, as she jotted down notes. "And for the desserts? Shall we stick with the traditional mooncakes?" "Yes," I replied. "But add a personal touch. Something that represents Everly—perhaps honey-glazed pastries. She loves those." Her lips curved into a small smile. "A thoughtful choice, Alpha. I’ll make it happen."

She could simply save this for whatever baby shower I might have down the road. Still, she seemed adamant. “Go on,” she said. “Open it.” So I did, tearing into the paper, I pulled it back. Inside, I revealed a mobile to hang over the baby’s crib. A circular top would hang from the ceiling. From that top, that would turn when hanging, were several long strings of varying lengths. Tied to those strings were several stuffed stars of different shapes and colors. At the center, the biggest, was a crescent moon. Written on the moon were the words, You are loved.