Moonkissed Novels & Stories

“Alpha douchebag happens to have a lover he’s in love with—well, according to the source—and he thinks she’s a devil out to separate them. Worst part? He doesn’t believe in the moon goddess or any of that jazz. In case you don’t know, the Sinister Smile Pack and the Blood Moon Pack are two of the few packs that don’t come to the MPMAC.” “MPMAC? What’s that?” “Moonlight Pack Mate Awakening Ceremony! Where the heck have you been all this time? Well, that aside, back to what we were talking about—it’s exactly like your situation seven years ago: the moon goddess is giving her a taste of her own medicine.”

I placed a sleek, silver case onto the polished surface. The latch clicked, a sound that made the Senator flinch as if I’d fired a gun. "Uncle Aaron is yesterday’s news. You really should keep up with the current events. I've formed new alliances, so should you." I flipped the lid open. Inside, nestled in black velvet, were the new capsules. They glowed with a light sheen. MoonDrop. He didn't even wait for me to give him the signal. He scrambled for one of the capsules like a starving animal. His fingers were clumsy as he shoved it into his mouth.

Moon was looking at him with those crescent eyes that he couldn’t help but lean down to kiss him too. “Yeah? You wana know what my body feels”? Moon said in a dark tone. Sky couldn’t understand what he meant but then his eyes open as he felt the erection hot and heavy at his leg. “Fuck Moon”. Sky bit back his groan. “Yeah I would, let me recover first”. Moon closed his eyes as if he had not dropped an F bomb on Sky. “Get well soon Moon and then I will kill you myself”. Sky groaned helplessly, turning off the lamp because of course he didn’t know what to do now.

The packhouse loomed ahead of her like a hungry animal. It wasn’t beautiful. Some packs lived in sprawling glass mansions with modern lines and open windows and soft lights. MoonRiver had… MoonRiver. The main house was three stories of dark wood and old stone, built into the side of the hill like it had grown up from the bones of the forest. Torches burned along the outer walkways instead of the clean, golden sconces other packs boasted about. Antlers and skulls were mounted over the front doors. The MoonRiver crest—a jagged crescent over black water—was carved deep into the heavy beams.

Once every Alpha and Luna has it, Derrick raises his cup and calls out, “today, we honor the Moon Goddess with our gratitude. To the Moon Goddess!” “To the Moon Goddess,” the crowd echoes and we all drink the brew. The moment I swallow the water, coolness spreads through me. Suddenly, I don’t feel restless anymore, anxiety is completely gone and somehow, even my belly feels lighter to carry. Turning my head, I glance at Ethan to check his reaction and let out a soft gasp. Instead of the scar across his jaw there’s now a faint, red trace and right before my eyes, it completely vanishes. I look at the empty cup in my hand and realize that Derrick didn’t lie—whatever is this thing, it’s working

“It was meant to help your body adapt to the new bond link. It will lessen the pain, but not remove it completely. You may still feel it at random intervals—especially when you’re far from your mates.” “So it’ll keep coming?” “Not always. It’ll fade gradually. But it will come back when your emotions spike too high.” I crossed my arms. “And the aphrodisiac? That’s what’s making them act strange, isn’t it?” His expression stiffened. “Yes. The Moon-Kissed Root is one of the strongest known herbs. It amplifies attraction, heightens senses, and—well, it can cause loss of control at its peak.” “How long will this last?”

The moon hung low and luminous, casting silver light across the water. The sand felt cool beneath our feet. The world felt reduced to essentials. Ocean. Sky. Us. Then, faintly. Another chime. I exhaled. “Of course.” Gloss smiled knowingly. “Vacation mission?” “Yes.” The voice returned, playful and warm. Mission: Kiss under moonlight. Gloss looked at me, eyes bright. “Well.” “This is unnecessary.” “It is thematic.” “I do not require prompts.” “You did once.” “That was different.” He stepped closer, close enough that moonlight caught the edges of his face.

The crowd grew quiet, waiting as she began to speak. “Under the full light of the Moon Goddess, we gather,” she intoned in a calm voice. “To bind two souls in unity, strength, and eternal loyalty. Tonight, Alpha Alec of Night Crescent Pack and Amanda Graymoon of the Graymoon Pack join as one — bound by blood, by vow, and by destiny.” Elder Rowan stepped forward and dipped his staff into the glowing moonwater. He lifted it, letting droplets fall onto the altar stone, making a hissing sound before turning into a thin silver mist.

Had to be the picture perfect Alpha and follow his parents wishes to the letter. I don’t give Hazel a chance to answer, I step out into the early afternoon sun and take a deep breath. I love the way our pack smells. The clean scent always energizes me. I head straight to my happy place. The school isn’t in session today, but there are many kids using the courts to play basketball or running on the playground. Copyright ©️ 2026 Miss L Writes and Ember Mantel Productions

He's also the next Beta—officially trained, officially tested, officially annoying about it. Michael Evans. Mike, when he's not being introduced as the future Beta of the Crescent Moon Pack. He lifts his brows. "Come here, Cat. I'll kiss the pain away." I snort. "You're an ass." "Love you too, KitCat." I hate that nickname. I've hated it since I was fifteen, which apparently only made my family love it more. Mike proves it by leaning forward and lightly kicking my shin while I'm busy trying to decide if my nose is crooked.