Nimona Age Novels & Stories

Given that this meeting is hosted by one of the most powerful and beautiful packs, it is expected that all Lunas will be in attendance. Next to me sat a blonde woman in her late twenties. I felt quite young in comparison to the others, who all settled into their seats with an air of elegance, as if they were accustomed to such events. If I were to guess, I would say I am the youngest among them. However, Luna has reassured me that despite my age, my position holds significant weight.

Chapter 1 Imani's POV "Everyone pay your respects to princess Imani!! Luna of the Eclipse pack! Bow your heads in reverence!" The squire announced and everyone knelt to pay their respects as I walked to my throne. I had just turned 18 and this was my proper inauguration, I had been known as Luna for three years but it was never this formal. Father insisted that we do this even though I didn't want to, but I couldn't argue with him for too long, especially when Leia, my wolf was in her sassiest mood. I smiled as I saw a particular person raising his head sneakily to have a glimpse of my innate beauty.

"I don't know, my mom won't tell me so I refuse to use her last name" Isabelle couldn't help but scan the girl again, she's younger than her, more like Jamie made less of her but she could tell the girl is 18 because the place she's working at is know for not hiring minors.

I clamped my teeth together. "From what I hear, he doesn't." Breyona gave me a pointed look, "He's twenty three years old and doesn't have a mate. Do you know how rare that is?" "What's your point?" I asked perplexed. "What if you're his mate?" Breyona huffed, and the pieces in my head clicked together. "He's definitely not my mate." I shook my head as Breyona handed me the mirror to look myself over. "You're only eighteen. You never know." Breyona rolled her eyes.

I was well aware that everyone around us could hear it too. "Have we met?" Luna Clair asked her. "It feels like I know you." "I feel the same way," Nadia responded, her eyes closed as she hugged Clair tightly. "Fuck!" It was Gamma Aaron. "I knew it. They feel it too." His face was serious as he looked at his sister, Luna Clair, and my mate hugging each other. "Alpha Riley, if you don’t mind. How old is Luna Nadia?" Gamma Aaron asked me. "She just turned 22."

Standing before Nadia was a 5’5” tall woman, who looked to be about 18 years old. The 18-year-old wore a washed-out school uniform and loafers. She had a gorgeous face, but her complexion was pale from malnutrition. Her eyes were clear and innocent. She looked like a Bambi who needed protection. The woman recoiled in the face of intimidating looks from Nadia and her group. She clutched her blouse nervously with her left hand while her right arm crossed over her left in a protective stance.

Not even my steel-like appearance I want to project. My attention went to the girl from the other room just adjacent to mine. The girl looks so young. She must have been in her early twenties. Perhaps she's eighteen or nineteen. The club doesn’t accept underage. It is stipulated in the contract that you have to be in the right age and in your own right mind to enter this world.

Both Nolan and I tried our best to keep the pack intact, but things started changing after Xyla started helping both Nolan and Elara at the mere age of 8. What, just a child at the time… When other pups of her age were busy playing and throwing tantrums, she was busy with serious pack matters and learning how to run the business from Nolan and me. I took a deep breath again and walked back. I furrowed my brows when I saw Naomi still standing at the spot with a dark grimace on her face while King Napoleon was busy with his work on his laptop. Why was she still here? Shouldn’t she go and prepare for the duel?

"She is all yours for the next hour." If this was a bribe, it was a damn fine one. I had asked very few questions so far, but while I tested the strength of the 911, I felt compelled to bluntly ask Monroe his age. "I am thirty-two, not that much older than you, though my life took a different direction early on. Do you like to kill, Zach?" he asked me like it was an offhand question. I was slowly learning that Monroe had a methodical reason for everything he asks and does.

Ranti was nervous, it's just that she tried to hide it on her cold face. "Nice to meet you, I'm Ranti," she said with a friendly smile. "How old are you?" asked Naomi curiously. "Hmm, I'm still 22 years old, still a fresh graduate..." Naomi nodded in understanding, "I'm Naomi, nice to meet you too," "Nice to meet you too," she said, reaping the girl's friendly smile. Naomi was a little jealous of Ranti. To pursue a career at the age of 28 years, according to her was too late. The fresh graduate period is a good time to pursue a career.