The Alpha’s Forgotten Luna Novels & Stories

⁠ Luna Lyra wa​s defi‍nitely up to s‌omething. He re‍playe‍d the p‌ast days in hi‌s mind⁠, the way she talked to the Alpha when she learnt t‌hat their daughter d‍ied. The hate in her eyes. She could be up to something t⁠o hur⁠t the‌ Alpha caus‍e she doe‌sn't look like so​me‍one that ha‍s forgiven him‍.

one matronly old Luna whispered to me theatrically, “I tried something like that when I was younger, but then of course I found out he was lying to me, so I ended it.” ”You stopped being Luna?” I asked, shocked. ”No no, I killed him,” the grizzled Luna gave a terrifying smile and patted the arm of her much younger Alpha, “simplified everything fantastically.” ”Oh…” I paled, turning to regard Gideon who stared at me blandly, “Sounds messy.” “Well, yes,” the Luna smiled, “ most Alpha business is,” before she turned away to compliment Dierdra’s dress. “I must say, if I had to guess, you must be the mistress,” a young Alpha bowed to me with a leer.

"It's talking about something called Lunar Heirs. Wolves born carrying an ancestral gift tied directly to the Moon Goddess's own power. And Mira, our family name is right there. Everly. Named specifically." Cold understanding crawled slow up my spine. "That's not a coincidence. Someone wrote this down on purpose, and someone else tried very hard to make sure nobody found it again." "There's a name mentioned twice," Mira said quietly, tapping a smudged line near the bottom. "An Alpha council elder. Malachi. The document says he decreed Lunar Heir bloodlines were, and I'm quoting directly, too dangerous to exist freely."

For four years by Kallum's side, everyone saw me as just the former Alpha's daughter. The pack's chief geneticist. No one knew the truth. I was his fated mate, chosen by the Moon Goddess herself. When my father died in battle, I gave Kallum the Alpha ring. I handed him absolute power and stepped back into the shadows of the lab. At night, against the floor-to-ceiling glass, his hands bruised my waist. He sank his fangs into the crook of my neck, claiming my mark over and over again. Come morning, he straightened his tie. All I got was cold, emotionless orders. Because his heart belonged to an outsider wolf. Scarlett. He knew her favorite champagne by heart. The night she separated from her h

Outside the reinforced borders of Silvercrest, in the deeper darkness where Kaen’s true employers still watched the pack count its dead, reinforce its wards, and turn inward on its own wounds, a new message was already moving through channels that required neither soft tears nor open doors nor golden claims. The Luna who had died once had returned with full memory of her own death and the hard-won will to choose herself. The woman who had opened the borders and designed the battlefield was locked behind iron but no longer bothering to hide the full shape of her hatred. And the Alpha who had spent years looking the other way was finally beginning to drown beneath the accumulated weight of eve

Every so often, someone stopped at a rest area and brought hot coffee, soup, protein bars, or a thick blanket. By the third stop, I couldn’t help laughing. “If you keep feeding me like this, I won’t fit into the ceremony dress by the time we reach Frostfang.” The young guard handing me the food blushed. “Future Luna, our Alpha ordered all of it. He said the road was long and this is your first time coming north. He didn’t want you hungry or cold.” Frostfang Alpha, Rowan Voss. In the rumors, he was weak, damaged, and barely able to hold his wolf. After Lila married him in the last life, everyone said she had been tortured to death. I had assumed Rowan was cold-blooded.

"No one's going to use you… or hunt you… or decide what you are before I do." That was the Alpha speaking. But underneath it — something else. Something softer. I sat back again, eyes still locked on her. "Just wake up…"

Desperate to save her dying mother and stop her relentless matchmaking, twenty-five-year-old artisan Elsin Waveridge signs a mate bond with Alaric Westbourne—a low-ranking laborer off the pack notice board. But the broad-shouldered stranger carrying her crates is no ordinary worker. He is the secret supreme Alpha of Westbourne Alpha Holdings, hiding his billion-coin identity behind cheap tunics and broken carts. As passion ignites and ancient secrets surface, Elsin must navigate a sudden mate bond with a man who holds the fate of the entire territory in his hands. [Werewolf Romance, Disguised Alpha, Hidden Identity, Secret Heir, Arranged Marriage, Fated Mates, Possessive Alpha, Enemies to L

Amerta really heard his growl from the side. "ALPHA FREDICO! HA-HA-HA!" Alpha Fredico's jaw clenched as his hands clenched, pounding the table. "DO YOU STILL REMEMBER ME?" The Alpha Man took three steps forward, stamping the staff in his hand with each step. "WHERE IS YOUR NEW LUNA? I want to meet her...."

"Councilman Leo. You are the only elder amongst us with the knowledge to process the changes that have occurred in the past twenty-four hours," spoke Alpha Drake of the Pallum Pack. He was one of the youngest Alphas and thus most antsy. He had worked hard to protect his pack from the attacks of rogues and other land-hungry Alphas. With his head down and ears to the ground, he had long been listening to the rumours of the return of the Luna.