The Alpha’s Lost Luna Novels & Stories

"Where is the Alpha?" She blinked up at me, continued. "Who are you, ma'am? I don't recognize…" Before I could respond, an older maid, one I had known for years named Eliza, hurried over, her eyes lighting up with recognition. "Hush, girl! This is Luna Lizabella, the true Luna of the Pack. How dare you ask such a question?" The new maid's face paled, her mouth opening and closing like a fish. "But... isn't the Luna of the Pack Luna Josie? That's what everyone…"

The great hall had been silent for three hours. No one had moved. No one had spoken. The pack members stood frozen in their rows, servants pressed against the walls like shadows, and the slaves - Thea among them - remained rooted to the back wall, bare feet cold against the stone. The scout's words still hung in the air like smoke: "The Luna is taken. Captured by the rogues. The Alpha is riding ahead alone - he refused to wait for the main force. He said... he said he would bring her back or die trying."

My sobs shook through me, raw and ugly, but I didn’t care anymore. The Alpha crouched down, forcing my chin up so I had to look into those glowing eyes. His hand was cold against my skin, his grip cruel. “That’s what I wanted to hear,” he whispered, his voice like poison. “So do you agree to be my Luna?.” I tried to jerk my face away but he held tighter, making me wince. I couldn't stand the thought of being his. “I will never be your Luna!” The words flew out of my mouth before I could stop them.

The Alpha nodded, “It’s like the moon goddess brought her to us. Our pack has lost so many, imagine how strong we would be if there’s a breeding Luna in our midst. We’d be unstoppable.” They all howled in unison. I cried out in sheer right and made to run when one of them grabbed me ,and shoved me right back onto the floor. Their wicked laughs resounded through the trees. “She’s mated, you say.” Another muttered.” “Only makes her more scrumptious.” The Alpha replied, “Whoever manages to let his Luna out of his grasp under a full moon is a fool to be toyed with. I’m pretty sure he’s a weakling.”

Either Crusher loses his fight, or Alpha Malone loses the family relative connected to his late wife. The atmosphere was different, and I loved it. She chose to be his breeder in exchange for the title of Luna. She’s always wanted to be like me and have a place to rule as well, and here she has the opportunity. I love it for her. The massive pit where Alpha Kieran fought him before, leading him into the sea, was quite the sight, I’d not deny. Besides, seeing that vultures would return later to eat bits of flesh off the carcass of whoever the loser is.

At least she thought she had. Lately, though, the cold felt different. Not heavier exactly, just restless somehow. The entire pack house had shifted over the past few days. Servants moved faster through the halls carrying folded fabrics and trays of polished silver, voices lower but more excited beneath the constant movement. Places that had once looked plain now held dark banners threaded with silver stitching, draped carefully over rails and stone archways. Everything felt prepared for something. The Alpha heir’s future Luna was arriving. Liana Darkwood.

I asked. Cain was the one to answer. “Trust us, if it were up to us, we'd have nothing to do with you. However, the Alpha is desperate. The future Luna has fallen ill, and, unfortunately, only a witch can save her now.” The carriage fell silent as his words sank in. There were still so many questions swirling through my head. For starters, what the hell was an Alpha? Did he mean... the leader of a pack of wolves? Something clicked into place.

Lauren has spent her life unwanted, an orphan, a wolf who cannot shift, and an omen to the pack she calls home. When her best friend becomes pregnant with Lauren’s mate’s child, the last fragile piece of her life is ripped away, and she vanishes into the First Woods. But the woman who returns is no longer the girl they cast aside. A hidden bloodline stirs within her, awakening a power that could reshape the pack, and forcing the Alpha who shattered her heart to confront what she has become.

"But the Alpha who wants you dead; his name is Alpha Veron Winterbourne." I felt a jolt in my heart at the word dead. I assumed "take me away" meant kidnapping, not unaliving me. "Why, Mom?" I inquired, afraid. Mom wiped away her tears and resumed telling me, still keeping her back toward me. "He doesn't want you to be his nephew, Luna." "What's a Luna?" I had no idea what she was talking about. She spun around. "A luna is the female leader of a pack and also the alpha's mate."

I laid my hand on top of the water and watched the little ripples bounce off my skin. "Your father..." I trailed off. I didn't know if it was a sensitive subject. I turned and saw his twisted face, a thick crease between his brows. "Never mind, forget I said anything." I laid a hand to his shoulder. He looked at me and sighed. "What's a Luna?" I changed the subject quickly. He tilted his head back up and ran a hand through his damp hair. "An Alpha's mate. It's the female Alpha of a pack." He watched my reaction. I was the Luna, right? Is that possible for a human to be?