Omega Substitute Lycan Luna Novels & Stories

I need to save my mate first. "I need to get to his pack immediately" I muttered. "Yes. I suggest you take warrior's with you, your grace. I know you are strong on your own but you need all the help you can gather. From the looks of things, Jax has taken some of the Luna's blood. If he injects it into his body, he'll be more powerful than ever. He's been stealing people's powers. He only needed the Luna's powers to make the cycle complete. I fear that he may be unstoppable now"

He looked shocked. Lyne was walking on all fours and it felt painful at first but with each step, she took she began to feel powerful. "My name is Lyne and I am the Luna, daughter of Tara and Styx, Alpha of the only powerful Wolf clan. Partner to the King Zeidan. Leave this territory or we will surely do this the hard way." The Werecats were terrified of Wolves and their Alpha, the almighty Styx. This white powerful Wolf is his daughter. They scurried away and Zeidan looked at her eyes widened.

Enraged, Ella punched me, blood splattering from my nose. “How dare you, a lowly wolf, hit MY LUNA?!” Nina’s voice boomed, her eyes flashing gold and her aura thick with an oppressive, terrifying energy. Even though she was usually sweet and perky, she was an old and powerful lycan, likely stronger than the others, as she was a warrior tasked with protecting Kennis’s first mate. “S-she’s not the Luna, Nina. The Alpha brought her to have an heir. Once that's done, he’ll dispose of her and name me Luna of the Night Moon Pack,” Ella stammered, her confidence shaken.

“Careful of what?” Diane glanced around as if making sure we weren’t overheard, then leaned closer. “The Lycans in the city… they’re not always fond of people like us.” “People like us?” I repeated, confusion creeping into my voice. She hesitated, clearly weighing her words carefully. “Rogues, specifically. I also hear that they have something against omegas. The Lycan hierarchy is even more rigid than what you’re probably used to. They can be quite hostile.”

He inhaled sharply, nostrils flaring with impatience. “She was leaving this room. She looked…” His jaw tensed. “…distraught.” He pause. “And angry.” Another pause. “Angry at me.” My pulse throbbed. Of course, he saw it. Lyra didn’t know how to hide emotion, not from those who looked closely. They always said Omegas were subtle, soft, and easily overlooked. But Lyra—even as Luna—never blended into anything; she shone, even in pain. “Maybe she’s had a long day,” I said carefully.

"In 7 days, you'll be crowned king of werewolves, Xavier. Since you may have Lycan blood inside, you'll need Luna before you can be crowned." Sure, I was the future king of the werewolf kind. My family lineage was directly linked with the Lycan. Also, since my grandpa was a Lycan, there was a high chance I would be a one too. Lycan are hot-headed, short-tempered, and aggressive. Ruling pack as unmated Lycan was too dangerous. That's why I needed a Luna before I could take over the Alpha position.

This imposter just exposed her own throat. "As many pups as you want," I lie, my facial expression turning to stone as I pour the sleeping draft into a silver goblet of water. "Drink this. You need your physical strength for the breeding bed." "I am your submissive Luna," she gasps, swallowing the liquid greedily, her tongue licking the rim of the goblet. A sharp knock rattles the entrance before the omega server pushes the dining trolley into the chamber. As the boy sets down the raw caribou meat, his leather sleeve accidentally brushes against her wrapped foot.

"Alright, April West. Let's see what we're working with. Stand up straight. Shoulders back. Chin up." I straighten my posture. Liam circles me like a predator assessing prey, but there's no malice in it. Just professional evaluation. "You're Omega, right?" "Yes." "And you're about to become Luna of the most powerful pack in the city." He stops in front of me. "Do you understand how insane that is?" "I'm beginning to," I mutter.

The power pulsing from me wasn’t just fury—it was divine, ancient, something reborn from the soul of a broken woman who’d risen from her ashes. “I’m not your omega anymore,” I said through clenched teeth, voice steady, eyes blazing. “I’m the Luna of the Lycans. I’m Zane Valerian Blackhowl’s mate. I’m the mother of the future king. And I will never, ever belong to you.” Malrik stood up slowly, the echo of my slap still lingering in the air like electricity. He raised a hand to his lips, wiped the blood that had trickled from the corner, and stared at it for a second. Then… he smiled—a cold, venomous smile that made the hairs on my neck stand.

“I brought you a plate of brownies, Luna. I didn't know what you liked so I also picked two cupcakes and two muffins just in case.” My forehead furrows in a mixture of confusion and suspicion. “Who are you?” “I'm Lina. I'm an Omega wolf and all the wolves tell me that I'm weak and…” “They tell you that?” I interrupt her, anger skimming my blood all of a sudden. She looks shocked by my reaction and her nod of affirmation is tentative. I raise myself up into a sitting position and face her completely. “Who tells you that? Can you show me the particular people who find it important to run you down?”