Spoliarium Ni Juan Luna Novels & Stories

Back at BloodMoon pack the morning air was filled with tension and fear as pack members hurried through their daily routines while trying to avoid drawing any unwanted attention to themselves. Zara had transformed from the sweet girl she once pretended to be into a ruthless Luna who ruled with an iron fist and showed no mercy to anyone who dared to question her authority.

her mother said, “but that’s why you’re worthy. Only a true Luna doubts herself when choosing a mate—because she knows the weight of the decision. I’m proud of you. Both of you.” Lydia smiled at her mother warmly. From the pack house porch, Beta Kelvin waved. He looked freshly shaven and somewhat relaxed—more than Lydia had seen him since his wife’s death years ago. That loss had nearly destroyed him. He had broken down, wailing for days, nearly consumed by the mate bond. But they had all been there for him. Her mother, Thalia, had cared for him like family. She even cooked for him when he was locked in his room—even when Alpha Damon disapproved.

Martin states as he slammed his coffee down on the patio glass table and hot coffee spills all over burning Martin! Easy fella , I tell him , we all love and care for Luna ! Luna is like a big sister I always wanted! Shes sweet but cut throat, she tells you what we need to hear always! Martin says the same about Luna, she has helped him in more ways in his love life and home life. Martin has never gone into details but He looks up to Luna! Anyone with a brain does, shes not everything the internet portrays her to be. Martin and I both are hispanic descent and she is more hands on with us! Lucian her future husband is mexican! The grimy things online, says how she doesn't like hispanics , she

"No. That is impossible. Soren would never do that. He couldn't have killed your people, Seraphina. He has spent the last three years drowning in guilt, searching for his lost wife. He never ordered a random massacre." "He did!" I insisted, my voice cracking with real, bitter pain. "I saw his face in the middle of the fire! I saw his armor! I saw him swing the sword! Do not sit here and defend him to me!" Lucas glared at me, his breathing rough and heavy. "Even if there was a battle, that is still not enough reason for you to steal a dead Queen's face! There is no reason to come into this palace as a fake Luna and lie to everyone, especially when you are a trained assassin sent by the Rogue

“You know all of this is wrong, it always has been, all these years. If we let Carla continue, we’re going to end up as her slaves, just like those rogues, not the members of a ‘super pack’ she led you to believe in. Look at those children, at our nephew, Mirna. Carla has always been the problem. She’s the one killing them, killing us…” “Shhh!” Mirna throws a pencil at her sister to silence her. “Don’t say another word. Luna Selene or that doctor might hear us.” “But it’s the truth, isn’t it?” Mirna seals the box with tape and places it in a corner. Then, from a hidden compartment in her desk, she retrieves another box filled with vials containing the medications some members had been taking

I wanted to answer her call, but I knew right now I had to stay in the argument, as we were somewhat making progress convincing Alpha Wyatt. Sending the call to voicemail, I turned back to the argument at hand, helping Alpha Jace with my own testimony of what Luna Rebeca had done by taking my son from my fated mate, that I didn’t know I had until after he was taken. “I am sorry that your Luna has turned against you, and has taken your son, but that doesn’t prove to us that our own Lunas are traitors to us. Yes, none of us have heirs, but our packs have been safe from war for almost a decade now.” Alpha Wyatt said to me, trying to plead his thoughts on this matter, but he wasn’t seeing the bi

Mates will melt and long for each other and there is no record of mates that hate each other even after being this close to each other. The Luna was disappointed at hearing her son marking his mate against her will but looking at how strained their relationship was even with the mark concerned her more. She thought they would grow close and learn to trust and accept each other if they were close and stayed together but it looks like they are drifting apart rather than getting close. And not to forget the way he is treating her, he is just losing his chance of having a mate every day. She explained all her concerns to her oracle friends Dana and Dane, who had been friends with their family fo

Colton definitely has no knowledge of it, I would have seen it in our joined memories. None of this makes sense. Luna Sierra was in the pack for decades before she had Colton, so surely that can’t be the reason Juan brought her here. He would have known; you can’t hide anything from your mate. Her memories in transference when he marked her would have made sure he knew. Which means he hid what she was. And after decades living that lie, why would he then suddenly banish her to the back of beyond, and what the hell has my other got to do with any of this?

I've been feeling like a prisoner, confined to my room in the pack house, unable to leave. "One of the cases your mate filed is also adultery," Mr. Juan said while looking at what he was reading. "Adultery?" I asked him in confusion. "Yes. That's one of the cases he will file against you. Adultery is also a serious offense in our kind, Luna," Mr. Juan said. I fell silent for a moment, until I suddenly burst out laughing. Me? Committing adultery? What kind of nonsense did he come up with, to file a case against me for adultery? Was he really that desperate to file a case against me and have me put to death, that he would do it even without any truth to it?

“She is right about one thing. We cannot allow the family to remain without a clear future.” The Luna nodded. “Aria can remain here. She can stand beside you while we deal with this.” Deucalion’s expression darkened. “No.” Aria’s face fell. “Deucalion—” “No.” The word was firm. “I will not pretend nothing happened.” The Luna frowned. “What exactly are you saying?” Deucalion looked toward the doors. “I was played.” Damascus crossed his arms. “By whom?” The Luna asked. “Malia.” Deucalion replied.