Soy Luna Novels & Stories

His eyes held so much apology in them, but I knew I couldn’t be mad at him. “Her mother made them swear they wouldn’t tell y’all unless absolutely necessary. The night, her father died. When he yelled at Gamma Blake to get the Luna. He was talking about Addy. She will be…is…the Luna of our pack. She is the Moon Luna.”

She said. "Wait, you mean... Hailey is Alpha Arthur's ex?" asked Elena. Sofia nodded happily, "Actually not ex, but this woman loves Alpha Arthur. Arthur would be foolish to avoid such a beautiful and sexy woman. She is the future Luna in his pack, much more noble than the Omega Camille," Sofia continued, still calling Camille an Omega. "If only Alpha Arthur could marry Hailey. What does that have to do with your plan?" Elena asked Sofia. Sofia sat down next to her mother who was lying on the sofa in her mother room. Sofia rested her head on her mother's shoulder as they cuddled.

“The audacity of this man.” Anger simmers beneath my skin, bubbling up aster than I can control. “You almost never call me, and when you do it’s to remind me I’m a usueles Luna? Is that the long and short of it?” For a moment there’s silence on teh oher end. I can just imagine him standing there, perfectly composed, lips pressed teogetehr in an unbreakable fashion. “Listen, I …I just wanted to let you know that teh first round of SOA is next week. I will need yo to attend as Luna naturally.”

Just as I’m about to say something, argue that I wasn’t that good of a girl, Laura comes back into the room, this time with a line of crew members and cameras behind her. She grins at us once we’re looking back at her, clapping her hands. “Alright guys, who’s ready to film Luna’s choice?!”

Gush! The moon was full, the calm breeze flashed into my face. I took slow steps into the quiet place. The gentle sound of night insects pierced the air. I saw a fireplace. I walked to the place and sat. My eyes fell on the phones and headset on the floor. I knew someone must be here. But I didn’t mind. I sat down beside the flames and enjoyed the warmth it made me feel. A calm song “Lonely” by Justin Bieber was blaring from the stranger's phone. I sat there and enjoyed the moment.

And tonight, I had dragged him into a lie I hated almost as much as the truth. “Is she settled now?” I asked. His jaw moved slightly before he answered. “Yes.” Silence hummed between us. Aria. The omega I’d last properly noticed years ago, quiet, unobtrusive, a shadow among wolves. Now… Luna in name only. A mask my people needed. A sacrifice I had demanded. Because Crescent Stone must not fracture. Because Selene must be protected — even in her absence. I exhaled slowly. “Good.” He nodded once.

Luna was ten months old when she decided to play matchmaker. "Uncle Marcus needs his mate," she announced at breakfast. Marcus, who'd been drinking coffee, choked. "What?" "Your mate. She's coming today. You should wear the blue shirt. She likes blue." "Luna, honey, I don't—" Marcus started. "She's at the border now. With Alpha Regina's group. Her name is Sophie and she has brown hair and green eyes and she's scared because she's omega rank but she's perfect for you."

Then, without warning, he suddenly appeared in my room. “I have decided to crown you Luna of the pack. The ceremony will take place tomorrow.” “I don’t want to be the Luna of the pack,” I said, lifting my eyes to Alpha Damon. “My only wish is for you to let me go. I don’t want to stay here anymore. Please… just allow me to leave.”

Here's a little cheat sheet for the packs. Alpha Merrick and Luna Gracelyn - Harvest Moon Alpha Zion (currently unmated but that may change soon;)) - Blue Moon Alpha Aydin and Luna Tessa - Waning Moon Alpha Kolter and Luna Kinsley - Waxing Moon Alpha David and Luna Christina - Silver Moon ......................................................... “So,” she continued, her tone lighter, “with that being said, Blood Moon pack will not be a part of this war and I will be keeping a close eye on them.”

He dipped his head, and stepped to one side. My annoyance at Mason getting the getting the better of me; “My name is Sienna...” I bite out. “Not Luna.” I couldn’t find it in myself to apologies at this moment for my own clumsiness of not looking where I was going. But at this moment I was far too riled up.