Tears Of A Luna Vega の小説・ストーリー

she continued, “and it stayed broken long after yours healed. You were granted the mercy of your true mate. I did not have that comfort.” Callan held her gaze, memories pressing in despite himself. He had loved her once with the reckless intensity of youth, before duty and destiny had settled into place. He did not regret his Luna, not for a single breath, but he had not imagined ever seeing Vega again. “I am not here for myself,” Vega said, tightening her hold on the child. “I am here for her.” Callan’s eyes dropped to the infant. “Is she yours?” “No,” Vega answered, and this time tears gathered at the edges of her lashes. “She is an innocent, and she must live.”

Luna's tears slowly subsided as she took deep breaths, allowing herself to release the pent-up emotions that had been weighing her down. After some time, Luna separated herself from me, with tears now drying on her cheeks. She looked up at me with a small smile as she held her hand to me, gesturing for me to look at the arms that she had rolled up. "I want you to see the scars," Luna whispered, her voice filled with vulnerability. I took her hand and gently traced my fingers over the faded marks. Her pale skin was marked with cuts, bruises, and scars, each telling a story of pain and survival. Luna's eyes held a mixture of sadness and resilience as she shared this intimate part of herself wi

I said, nodding. I exhaled slowly, looking down at the pot we have used to cook the brew on the kitchen island. “I hope this brew works for you. I really do.” Calista smiled, her eyes full of gratitude. “It will, Lyra. I can feel it. Thank you for everything.” “Sure. Why am I doubting it now? We made it with love,” I said, smiling and she laughed. As I was preparing to leave, we heard a knock and soon an omega came in to tell us that Sylvia is here to see the Luna. Calista’s face fell and she reluctantly told the omega to allow her in.

He remains silent, his eyes not leaving mine until he starts to laugh. “You think I will make a deal with you, Zachary? My wife is Luna, one after the moon goddess’s heart. She can give me all the cure I want in the world and you think I will settle for you? Come on man, I thought you were smarter than that. Well” he gestures to my hand where a wound is still bleeding, “you might want to check that, it’s not going to heal. Ir is coated with silver” “What?” “Do not show up at my party uninvited Zachary, do not come in front of my wife and do not even think about her”

Maybe the pack deserved better. But then the bond mark pulsed again, stronger this time, and with it came a flash of clarity that cut through my self-doubt like lightning. This wasn't about my weakness. This was about someone else's ambition. "I won't step aside," I said firmly, turning back to face her. "I am Luna, chosen by the Moon Goddess herself. Whatever difficulties I'm facing, I'll overcome them." For just a moment, Maris's mask slipped. I saw something cold and calculating flash across her features before the warmth returned. "Of course," she said smoothly. "I only want what's best for you, dear friend."

My hands curled in the robe. “Is she… always like this?” “Like what, Miss Thea?” Waters asked softly. “Kind.” The word felt fragile, as if speaking it too loudly might break it. Both women exchanged a glance - not surprised, but thoughtful. Clearway spoke first. “The Luna is… precise. Controlled. She doesn’t show affection often.” Waters nodded. “But when she chooses to be gentle, it is real. And rare.” Clearway added, even quieter, “And it is never wasted on the wrong person.”

She could only force herself to retort, "Leonard, stop asking! I really didn't lie to you!" She looked up at him, tears streaming down her face. "Leonard, you're not scared, are you? Are you afraid Silvermoon Pack will retaliate? What are you afraid of? With me here, I'm a descendant of an Alpha. As long as you make me your Luna, no one will retaliate against you." She grabbed Leonard's trouser leg desperately as tears streamed down her face. Her voice was a mixture of tenderness and sorrow. "You love me, don't you? Please look at me and have mercy on me... We'll be together forever. We'll have everything..."

~Elena~ "Welcome, my future Luna." The words barely had time to settle before Crystal stiffened like she’d been struck. The air froze. Then— "Excuse me?" she snapped, voice like a blade, sharp and cold. Trevor turned, unreadable, but Crystal was already seething. "I am the future Luna," she spat, her fingers digging into Ryan’s arm like claws. "Not her." Her gaze burned into Trevor’s, daring him to challenge her. Daring him to argue.

Stella explained. Angelina's eyes went teary again hearing this. Few fat drops rolled down on her cheeks. "Luna" Angelina heard a sad voice. Angelina looked up and saw all kids looking at her with sad and guilt expression like they were culprit behind her tears. Angelina smiled at them immediately and wiped her tears. The kids smiled and giggled at her then started playing again.

I played it and here's the speech. "I guess you're excited, right? I mean, you feel the heaven now belongs to you because you're going to be announced as Luna today! Haha. I know your fucking secrets and today, the person you love the most will expose you! I'm sorry for what's about to happen, but I can't let you take the Alpha and be the Luna. Never! That belongs to me!" What?! What in the world is this? The voice was a very tiny and faint voice. Almost a whisper. My past? The Alpha? Who is this? What's going on?