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I tried making him understand; instead, he turned out to be mad at me. "Why should I believe you?" "I would never lie to you, Luna. I swear to the moon goddess that I'm telling you the truth. I've been working here for a long time and know many things about our Alpha and Ariana," she said, and I sighed. "So what do you suggest I do?" I finally gave in and asked.

Damien announced. But Luna didn’t stop speaking. “You don’t get to narrate my pain anymore, Daniel. You don’t get to own my story.” Her voice sharpened, commanding, almost luminous through the fading distortion. “I am not your ghost story. I am my own headline.” The last line hit just as the interference vanished completely. The feed snapped back to perfect clarity, Luna framed in white light, tears glinting, resolve unbreakable. The chat exploded, millions of viewers typing the same phrase:

Luna asked, trying to read her husband's thoughts. "Since when was that?" Luna asked again, causing Lucas to fall silent while he thought. Lucas recalled the time he came across a popular magazine featuring Luna Estrada. It was when Luna had transitioned from being a teenage model to an adult model, and numerous well-known brands had rushed to secure contracts with her for makeup, outfits, and even underwear. Luna's face was everywhere – in magazines, on social media, and electronic media – all about Luna Estrada. For that reason, Lucas never let a day go by without glimpsing at Luna Estrada's face. Perhaps that's when his admiration for Luna started. Over the years, he would smile just by l

The luna cleared her throat reminding me of her presence and for the first time i,felt my heart miss a beat, i turned to her, she was still seated where she had been since the beginning of my delivery "i hate to interrupt this, whatever you're doing right now, but i think it's high time we talked business" she paused and i looked at my child, she was quiet, i wanted to remain calm but ana warned me otherwise. "you have a beautiful child, one that can keep you company for years, and me? Im just a lonely luna looking for someone to call my own, let's make a

Connor and Maya, we’re sitting in the dining room eating lunch. They had been on the night shift for the past 2 weeks on a stakeout watching a local vampire coven who had been rumored to have kidnapped several werewolves in the community. Connor looked around the room to ensure they were alone before speaking. “ What have you heard in Luna’s sector?” he asked Maya. Well, I’m not really privy to the gossip yet they don’t like the fact that a Luna is in their army and they have to cook and clean.

They stepped into the familiar chaos: nurses moving briskly, interns clustering around monitors, the constant beep and hum. Lyra’s shoulders loosened a fraction. Here, at least, the rules were clear: blood, breath, and pressure. Fix what you can. Document what you can’t. Her phone buzzed. Rhea. > You alive? Lyra thumbed back. > For certain definitions. > How’s inside day? The reply came with a photo: Luna standing on the couch, arms flung wide, chin smeared with something sticky and red. > We baked. She is now 60% jam.

I'll never forget his words that almost brought me to tears. "My Alpha, we do not mean to disobey. But our Luna has been taken from us. Now that you have found your mate, our pack is incomplete until she has been returned to the safety of our walls. You cannot expect us to stay here and wait for you to return. Our Luna needs us. We may not be as strong as some of your warriors anymore, but we are capable and willing to fight. Please do not make us stay behind when our Luna needs us. The dishonour of not being able to do our part for our pack would put us in an early grave."

Jackson mind-linked to me. “I love you too,” I replied, wiping away my tears. We were ready for the second part of the ceremony. Elder Johanna was leading the ritual. She approached us, placed her hand over our joined hands, prayed to Selene, and nodded to Jackson. “I, Jackson, Alpha of the Silver Moon pack, declare you, my mate Loreen Liira of the Silver Moon pack, our Luna—the Luna who will stand beside me to lead and protect our pack,” Jackson proclaimed. “I, Loreen Liira, born of the Lunar Eclipse pack and now a member of the Silver Moon pack, accept the title of Luna to Alpha Jackson and to our Silver Moon pack,” I said, locking eyes with him.

Avery chirped in an excited tone, all of them craning their heads to look behind me for my mate, only that, they didn't see anyone. "She isn't here? " Ariel asked in confusion, pushing me aside to check behind but still no one. "Where is she?" Mom asked in confusion. "Who?" I asked grumpily, slumping down on one of the chairs. "Your Mate!" Avery exclaimed. "I don't have any mate" I snapped. " Don't lie son, We all felt the new addition of Luna, so explain why she isn't here to see us yet?" Dad asked with a raised eyebrow, all of their eyes were trained on me.

Bruce snapped, voice slicing the air. "You're the shameless one—stealing my Luna!" He actually pulled out a crumpled photo from our mating ceremony, holding it up like proof in court. "Look! She's mine. My mate!" The crowd buzzed. Whispers flew like wildfire. They'd heard stories about Bruce, but now all eyes were on me—confused, searching. I stared at the photo. Nothing. No flicker of recognition. Wolvent's smile turned lethal. "Your Luna? Did you even mark her?"