Ratu Orion Novels & Stories

The howl continued until everyone shifted and joined us. "I'm glad to become your Luna and Mother, I thank you all for excepting me, I promise that I will do everything I can to protect and give you the life you deserve." People barked happily. I watched Irma shift. Since she was a Luna, she was large in size. Her fur was pure white with the tips of her ears being gray. Her wolf took control, making her eyes light pink. I look over and my eyes catch all my friends. A pitch black wolf stood tall, a few inches shorter than the one beside him which was definitely the Beta. I assumed this black wolf was Baron by the way his tongue hung out of his mouth and his tail wagged. His wolf must have bee

Everyone was curious and confused. "I present to you, Luna of the Night bloomers pack." I announced, placing her palm in mine as I watched her bloom under the dark lights. She is looking so beautiful and radiant. Whispers and uproars began in the midst of the pack. It seemed like they never expected me to announce Riley as my Luna on the day I found out she was a betrayer. "Hail Sierra , Luna of the Night bloomers pack." An elder hailed and the other started shouting, hailing their new Luna.

"Everyone is whispering about how you seduced the Alpha's son, how you're claiming you're mates." My jaw dropped. "Seduced him?" I shrieked, the absurdity of the accusation washing over me. "It was the other way around! He… he…" Shame burned through me, making it hard to speak. Madam Rita scoffed. "Spare me the details. It's clear you're nothing but a shameless opportunist. You're not worthy of Derek, not worthy of being the future Luna of this pack." "Future Luna?" I choked out, the term hitting me like a physical blow. I was no longer interested in Derek, let alone becoming his mate, not after the events of last night.

“Orion promised his daughter in a treaty that he failed to honour. I’d say giving me the daughter rectifies that.” I gasp. Knox was the man my grandfather chose? I shake my head refusing to believe it. “It’s true I did agree to it.” Orion says and I glare at him. Since when did he get here? “I was a fool, and idiot. I have since learnt the error of my ways. I once believed as you did Alpha Knox, that we needed to create a super race, but now I know we shouldn’t interfere in such things. My granddaughter is happy with her mates. She has only just been marked by them. She would not have been able to conceive until she was fully marked so it is premature to expect her to already be with pup.”

POV: Orion The NightFang council chamber had never felt this rigid. A long stone table bisected the room, separating me from the representatives of the Inter-Pack Council, who had arrived with stony, humorless expressions. No symbols of honor were displayed. No refreshments offered. This was not a meeting of friends. “Alpha Orion,” the head of the Council began, his voice flat and measured. “We have returned with a clear mandate.” “I’m listening,” I replied, cutting straight to the point.

Other packs were finally starting to follow his lead. The hybrids settled the land that was donated to them by my father and King Dorian. They called their territory the New Horizon and have adopted the temporary ruling council as permanent. The council was expanded to include more of their own people as well as representatives from the other supernatural races, and they named it the Convergence. Phineas still served as their first leader, though if you asked him, he insisted the title meant less with each passing year. The first ruling act of the Convergence was to name the race. They called themselves the Luminar. Phineas said they wanted a name that honored the light that broke their chai

“I’ll call Orion.” Orion arrived in eight minutes. He was a large calm man with an efficient way of moving that said he had been in Beta work long enough to make it automatic. He shook my hand when Caius introduced us and looked at me with the specific measuring attention of someone assessing a protection situation. “Mira,” he said. “I’ll be around. You won’t notice me most of the time.” “I’m sure I’ll notice a bit,” I said. He almost smiled. “A bit.”

“You let them do this.” “Orion–” “She accepted a Luna trial.” He stepped inside, the door closing behind him. “In front of the whole council. With terms that include poison, Zeviar, and you sat there and let them ratify it.” “I fought every term on that list.” “Not hard enough,” Orion cut in, flat and furious. “Because if you’d fought harder, we wouldn’t be driving three hours away just to watch her get locked in an isolation chamber for two weeks while Morgana sharpens whatever twisted thing she plans to use in that arena.”

As a regional ruler, Orion had no choice but to pause his frantic search and travel to Olympus to pay tribute. Over the years, Atlantis had fallen into severe decline due to his neglect, dropping to the absolute bottom of the divine hierarchy. When Orion’s mother and her snobbish nobles dropped to their knees in submission, they looked up—and froze in sheer horror when they saw my son and me sitting on the golden thrones, radiating blinding divine light. Orion, however, looked like a starving man who had just seen a feast. He ignored the exhausted, haggard state he was in, charging through the crowd of staring gods to grab the hem of my divine robes: