The Alphas Contract Luna Novels & Stories

She yelled, with her hand across her face. The old man stopped Alpha Jaden from making a move by saying, “Since you will be the Luna of the Golden Pack, then you will be in charge of them signing the contract, making our alliance go smoother.” I could tell that's not what they wanted, which tells me something in that contract is not right.

When he returned, he held a brown envelope in his hand, which he handed to me before taking his seat. I stared at it like it was a bomb. "What’s this?" I asked, unsealing the flap. "A contract." He said. I pulled out the papers inside, and my eyes landed on the bolded line at the top: “AGREEMENT FOR TEMPORARY LUNA APPOINTMENT.” My mouth fell open. "What kind of contract is this?" I whispered. He looked at me like he already knew I was going to ask that. "A contract to become my Luna for two years." Is this real? A girl like me being offered the role of Luna by the Alpha himself?

“Don’t talk nonsense! I don’t care, I won’t accept this. I should be the one standing here as your Luna, not her!” And with that, she spun on her heel and stormed off. The two men behind Dario shifted as if to follow her, but he raised a hand. “Let her go.” One bowed slightly. “Forgive us, Alpha. We didn’t think she’d cause trouble.” “It’s fine. I should’ve warned you not to let her in even if she’s Luna’s family. Go back to patrol.” “Yes, Alpha.” They left at once. I stood frozen, my mind tangled. Why was Selena so desperate to cling to her lie? And, who were they that she mentioned?

Inside the council hall, stone floors, torches flaring, maps laid across a long oaken table, I welcomed them: “Alpha Mira, Alpha Gover, Alpha Sorin, thank you for coming. We gather not to show might, but goodwill.” Mira inclined her head. Gover’s expression was closed; Riverbend’s Alpha Sorin stood eager, steely. I gestured for my sons. “These are my sons, my first allies. They fought beside me, bled beside me. And this”I nodded to Leila“is our Luna. She is the heart of Crimson Moon now.” The hall stirred. Sorin bowed, soft. “It is an honor, Alpha Orion.” Mira smiled kindly. Gover nodded curtly. I sensed he wondered if the peace was real and if it would hold.

“It’s time Luna Alsie, I’m ready.” “Ok, here it goes. I, Alsie Jones, Luna and rightful leader of the Far-Side Moon Pack declare the contract between the disgraced, former Alpha Kordell Sandolf, and the esteemed, former Luna Jazmine Winston, to be complete as of this day. You, Luna Jazmine, are free of your contract. You have upheld your position with grace and greatness. I free you from the bond of the contract and of both Kordell Sandolf and the Far-Side Moon Pack. Luna, do you confirm that this your most recent contract, and this signature is yours?”

“welcome. Today, we are gathered for the bonding ceremony of our Alpha Damon, and Luna Alysia. It might have come unannounced, but what better time than now, am I right? The crowd cheered, and Damon and I turned to each other again. While we stood a couple of feet away from each other, some maids appeared by our sides. In their hands, they had what looked to be like scrolls. These scrolls contained the ancient vows that had been used between each alpha and Luna from the pack. It was tradition and it was only normal that we followed it as well.

“On the kids. On Nina. On the gates. No one sleeps alone tonight.” Dawn. Luna ceremony day. We planned it for weeks. Before Tormund. Before Fen. Before the message saying “HE’S OUT.” “We still do it,” I tell Alaric. We’re in the circle. Twelve Alpha marks are carved fresh into the stone. One for each pack in the Luna’s Pact. “If we hide, he wins. If we cancel, they think we’re scared.” “We are scared,” he says. “Then we scare him back.” The packs come.

The Northern United Pack was a place that valued strength over bloodline. With a cool head and a sharp sense for strategy, I quickly established myself and became the pack's chief tactical advisor. No one called me Simon's Luna anymore. Here, they addressed me as Ms. Walker. That was where I met Kyle Bennett. He was a young Alpha, built with the solid frame typical of northern wolves, yet his eyes were as clear as a mountain lake. He didn't know how to sweet-talk or flatter.

“It was more of, he agreed to her demands.” My curiosity was suddenly piqued. “What do you mean?” He brought out a paper, and placed it in front of me. “This is a copy of the contract approved by the Elders and signed by Alpha Kael.” I took the contract, my eyes widening as I read through it. No true Alpha would sign such a contract. He was basically handing over Pure Moon to Vie. The money Vie loaned them was what Lunara Logistics earned in a day. They were offering the pack to her for spare change.

He nodded at Rowan. The elder rose, unrolling a sheet of parchment. “The contract,” Rowan said. “Between Alpha Lucian of Blackmoon and Victor Hale, merchant of the lower city. Clause seventeen: ‘In the event of the Luna’s untimely death, her dowry and associated trade rights revert not to her originating family, but to the Alpha’s line, with compensatory considerations paid to the Hale estate.’” A murmur rippled through the hall. Some had heard whispers. Not everyone had heard it spelled out so baldly.