The Abandoned Luna's Journey To Power Novels & Stories

Luna Luciana looked around, heading to the particular hut that was a little far away from the pack. "What do you mean he is coming back?" She asked the older woman angrily, "He is the true one to succeed the throne, to succeed Alpha Sahin." The witch replied. The Luna held her fist tight, does that mean all her handiwork would go to waste? She had done all she could to make sure her son get his way and she couldn't be more happy when she found out he escaped from the cell bit that was the problem, him escaping.

"You need to figure out what the hell is going on with that pack, and with Rhyder and you have to fix it." "Why me?" "You were going to be their next Luna - would be if you hadn't caught Rhyder and Alexis in bed together. Right?" I hesitated... "Well, yeah, but..." "And they don't have a Luna now. Do they?" I thought about Alexis, about how she must have believed that she would be Luna by now. And for the first time it really hit me that she wasn't. Why? Why hadn't Rhyder made her his Luna? "Grace? Did you hear me?"

“Let the pack decide.” ​“No one will choose a cursed wolf as a Luna!” the Alpha barked at me. ​But Sylus had already faced the pack, his voice carrying. “Choose, then.” He hooked an arm around my waist possessively. “Would you rather risk angering the Moon Goddess, or accept what fate has given us?" ​Silence stretched, taut as a bowstring. Then my uncle stepped forward. "I vote to accept." ​Murmurs rippled through the crowd. A few heads nodded hesitantly.

It had become testimony. I put both hands flat to the stone above the hidden chamber and let the witness bond hold me steady as I spoke. “The first Luna was not offered,” I said. My voice shook through every layer of the sanctuary. “She was taken. Bound. Turned into a mechanism by men who feared power they could not own.” Ty’s voice met mine through the bond and through the chamber above, rough with strain but clear enough to cut. “And the witness was severed from her so command could be controlled instead of balanced. Everything built after that inherited the wound.”

Rheon went silent for a breath, then said quietly, She’s Luna. “I can see that.” No, he snapped. I mean she’s the Luna. Nathan’s mate. The one he betrayed. I frowned. “How do you know that?” Rheon’s voice was sharp. Every Alpha in the North knows. Nathan’s Luna disappeared two moons ago. They said she went rogue. But look at her she didn’t run, she escaped. I lifted her gently. Her body was cold and shaking, but the faint heartbeat beneath my hand was steady. As I turned back toward my territory, she stirred faintly, whispering through half-conscious lips, “Please… don’t take my baby.”

And I would not let them take it from me. The pack had long been ruled by a legacy of power, corruption, and ruthless ambition. The Luna Trial was the last vestige of that power, a twisted ritual designed to weed out the weak and elevate the strongest. Only those who proved themselves worthy of leadership could claim the title of Luna. I wasn’t here for the title. I wasn’t here for the power. I was here to end the cycle. To burn it all to the ground.

He’d let me go? My legs felt weak. I stumbled back and sank onto the bed. The mattress dipped under my weight. My hands pressed against my temples. How had my life twisted like this? Just hours ago, I was a prisoner. A girl who could be killed at any moment. Now… I was Luna of Moonveil. Announced. Claimed. Thrown into pack politics and power games I didn’t understand. He even promised to let me go. After childbirth. Could I trust him? A man who killed his own father.

THE CURSED REBIRTH (Chapter 4) (Point of View: The Luna) My initial reaction was one of coldness. The kind of cold that seeps into bone, cruel as treachery and sharp as glass, rather than the soft coolness of dawn air caressing bare skin. I could have sworn—no, I was positive—that I had taken my last breath, but my chest rose in a startled gasp. I recall the burn of the poison and how my vision became blurry as the moonlight above me broke into shards. I recall Lyra's sly smile and her hushed victory. I recall my friend Kael's eyes widening in shock, but it was too late to save me.

“Luna, don't tell me you're going to let them do what they want with your inheritance. They'll take everything if you let them. They've surely already taken a whole lot from you.” That may be true, but I couldn't possibly fight him. I didn't have anyone on my side that could do something. “Why don't you speak to the King about it? I'm sure he can do something about it.” The King? All the way in the Capitol? How was I going to get there and how would I get access to the king? I was just a Luna. Well, I was about to lose my position so I would soon be nothing. “My inheritance is all they're after. And they won't stop until they get it. There's little to nothing that I can do.”

Jax orders with fear in his very own eyes and tries to push me towards my cousin. My hands grasp tighter onto him. There’s no way I am leaving him. My place is at his side, and with my people, my pack. What kind of Luna would I be if I left them behind to save myself? “There’s no where we can bring her. Everything is closed off,” Tristan replies shook up. “We need to find a way to stop her.”