Nala Pinning Simba Novels & Stories

“But we have to be smart. You think I don’t want Ryan’s head? You think I don’t want to rip apart every wolf that dared lay a hand on my territory? I do. Especially that Ryan killed my father. But I won’t throw away what we’ve built just to make you feel better.” I stood, eyes burning. “Then build faster, Alpha.” “I told you,” he said, voice low, “we’ll have our revenge. But not yet.” I almost snapped again… but then, it hit me. A smile curled at the corner of my lips. “Actually… I might know where we can get them.” He turned to me again, more curious. “Go on.” “My mother,” I started. “She’s the Luna of the White Snow pack. Her mate… the Alpha—adores her. She has his ear, always has. If she

"Would you be willing to mentor her?" Lyla needed no other coaxing. She was already clapping her hands in glee. "I would be so honored, Alpha!" She beamed at him. "I can't wait to meet the future Luna! I'm so happy for you!" Jackson actually blushed! I had seen his face red in anger, but never in embarrassment. This was all new to him so he hadn't really gotten to feel the full force of the mate bond before. Only through the thoughts of the rest of us who had found our mates. Now he was feeling it and it was making him feel like a young pup again. It was a joy to see.

Kendrick stepped forward, his eyes on his father. Alpha Simon turned to Rina. “And you, girl.” Rina’s breath caught. She stepped forward slowly. Now Kendrick and Rina stood before Alpha Simon. Silence fell again. Alpha Simon’s voice echoed: “Why does my son keep going to a girl who belongs to his brother?” Kendrick’s lips pressed tight. Rina felt light in her throat. Alpha Simon looked at Kendrick. “You insist she is your mate?” Kendrick bowed his head. “Yes, father.”

By the mention of his name on her lips, Sabrina could feel how tensed up all the hair on her body was. His stare was so intense making her swallow hard. Her mouth was dried from the amount of Saliva that she had swallowed, the way Simon was gawking at her made her breathless. It felt like if she was to allow him to touch her, he was undoubtedly going to do crazy things to her, and even if she were to beg him to stop he wouldn't. "I want you to be my Luna, others can reject you because they had a blind-mate as a Luna but I wouldn't because you are just perfect for my pack," Simon said, putting his forehead to hers.

One of the days when Canandaigua had felt like home instead of defeat. He tried to rise, but Nala stepped closer and brought the rolling pin down once more. He dropped hard, crashed face-up to the floor, and this time he stayed there. For several seconds, the only sounds in the house were Luna’s ragged crying and Nala’s own harsh breathing. Nala stood over him, both hands still clenched around the rolling pin, waiting for movement, waiting for another threat, waiting for the nightmare to prove that it had more teeth because nightmares always did, in her experience. They never arrived alone. They traveled in packs.

Simba replied. “But I love you! So I am here,” I answered. “You do, but you have moved on, that heart it no longer belongs to me,” Simba pointed at my heart, “There is only one that loves you here, but there are many that keep you dear, they are waiting for you,” Simba slowly stood up, “look!” He pointed at something. I followed his finger and saw little Simba running around in the flower patch. Beside him I saw Hunter and Norah standing with open arms, they were smiling at Simba as he jumped into their embrace. Renya too stood silently beside them.

said Simon. Luna wouldn’t talk, she’d climb up, and Simon would follow him. As Luna’s shoe slid, Simon grabbed the woman’s hip to push her up. As they approached the summit, Simon slipped accidentally and almost went down. Luna immediately grabbed Simon’s arm with her two legs locked in the plant’s body, which she judged solid. “Use your foot, climb in,” says Luna.

One morning, as I prepared for an important inter-pack meeting, Freya entered my space with her usual clockwork precision. "The gold ceremonial emblem doesn't match your formal attire," she observed, her head tilting slightly as she assessed my appearance. "The silver one would be more suitable." She reached into my collection and selected an elaborate silver wolf emblem—a symbol of pack royalty that had been in my family for generations. "May I?" she asked, holding it up. "By all means," I agreed sarcastically. "Complete your Luna performance." If my barb stung, she didn't reveal it. She stepped closer, her fingertips brushing against my jacket as she carefully pinned the emblem.

It was pathetic how hard she was trying to look the part. Around the main courtyard, the council members nodded in approval as they watched her flutter about. They knew what was happening here. They always knew. They looked right past me, their eyes sliding over to Nyra with silent agreement because they knew she was Leon's true mate. One of the visiting delegates from the northern territory walked up to Leon, his eyebrows pulled together in a tight frown. I stepped closer, pretending to adjust my sleeves just to hear what they were saying. "Why is your mistress performing a sacred task that belongs solely to the Luna?" the delegate asked, his voice cutting through the noise of the drums.

Our resemblance was uncanny but still can’t she tell the real princess from a look alike? Something was wrong here and welding a hairbrush was not going to get me the answers I need. “Do you know me?" I asked “Yes. Yes of Course. You are the Lady Marlene, Daughter of Alpha Daven Rodrigo, and King of White Snow pack and soon to be Luna of Alpha Ryder Klaus.” My face paled. I was right. She really thinks I am the beautiful lady. “Can I be left alone?” “My lady,” “Please.” She looked into my sullen eyes and sighed. “Okay but Just for a while.”