The Alpha's Contract Luna Amazon Novels & Stories

His Luna? THE LUNA OF ALPHA KING DYLAN.!

Amerie said as sweetly as her smile to the florist, who seemed not to be surprised by this revelation. The florist must have guessed from our interactions and the way I treated Amerie. "So, this is the Alpha's girlfriend people are talking about." She returned the smile before slightly bending forward to show her respect. "It's an honor to meet our future Luna. My name is Sarah." Amerie's body tensed, followed by an awkward chuckle and response. "Your future Luna? You're thinking too far ahead." "No, Amerie. I think you perfectly suit the Alpha, and that makes you the perfect Luna for Alpha Matthew as well." She then directed her gaze towards me, asking for an agreement. "Right, Alpha?"

ALPHA vs LUNA Chapter 2 Octavia jolts back to life, her chest heaving in a rapid motion, she wipes the sweat from her face before turning to the dark sky, the moon and her sisters dancing in them joyously. She turns to her room, her eyes scanning the surroundings for anything that could burn; for fire. But there was nothing. She turns to her side to see a bare man laying beside her, snoring soundly. She heaves a very sigh as she placed her hand on her chest, she was off jewelry except for a precious ring she wore on her fourth finger.

"She is capable of being an Alpha, Luna." Rula was silent. She would need to consider that aspect. Next

But thinking of it, Anna never really got over me, and she is one crazy lady. "Uhm... Excuse me, Alpha." I looked down at the person who dared interrupt me. It was an Omega that worked here. "I saw Anna talking to the Luna after hours, but I didn’t put much thought to it." "Why are you just telling me that now?" I thundered on the poor girl, and she almost collapsed. "I-I'm sorry, Alpha. I didn't think it was important." "Get out!" She stumbled as she ran out, almost pissing on herself.

Unlike Perseus and Achilles, my function is to protect my Luna from her own companions if necessary. This function did not arise by chance. For a long time, Alphas imprisoned their Lunas so that they would not be "tainted" with inappropriate thoughts. At least, that's what they said. Despite the balance, a Luna is as strong as an Alpha, but an Alpha is never alone, and therefore the Luna has always been at a disadvantage. To help the Lunas, the position of Luna's Gamma was created, so that she would always have a faithful protector, beyond the bond of her companion. The Alpha of the pack cannot command the Luna's Gamma, and his command is not as strong as the Luna's.

Three hundred rogues descended from the forest edge—coordinated, vicious, eyes dulled by whatever magic bound them to Conrad's will. 'Run,' some deep instinct whispered. 'Hide. You're not a fighter.' Nyx snarled so loud inside my head I nearly staggered. 'We are the Luna. Our pack needs us. We do NOT run.' The certainty in her voice—in my own soul—cut through every fear Laziel had ever planted. This was the moment I'd been forged for. Not crowned. Not accepted. Tested. Kael grabbed my arm, Alpha command bleeding into his touch. "Shelters. Now. I need you safe—"

he said with a wide smile. He was the happiest Alpha ever, and she was the best Luna the moon goddess had ever given to any Alpha. “I love you too." Luciana mumbled and placed her head on his shoulder as they both watched their three boys.

"Her hunt was perfect. You have incredible taste, Alpha-Luna... and she has very powerful friends." He didn't betray our secret, but he knew. Everyone would know soon enough. Back at the Pacific Crown venue, Sloane was still boasting to her recruits, unaware of the cliff she was standing on. "Enjoy her little moment," Sloane sneered. "She’s a wolf with a few nights of moon left. She’ll never walk the halls of Nova Star Agency. I’ve made sure of it." She had no idea the Alpha-Luna had already signed my blood-pact, and that the Shadow Alpha was currently holding me in his arms. Her arrogance was the only thing blinder than her eyes.

I growled to the empty room, slamming my fist onto the table. My wolf paced restlessly behind my ribs, his claws digging into my soul. He didn't care about politics. He didn't care about my reputation. He wanted her. He wanted to claim her, to mark her, and to roar to the world that she belonged to the Lycan Prince. But I couldn't. I was the Alpha of the most powerful pack in the North. I was a Lycan Prince. If I accepted a weak, rejected Omega as my Luna, I would be a laughingstock. The other Alphas would see it as a sign of weakness.