The Eclipsed Life Of Luna Mischa Novels & Stories

Moreover, they were even hoping to get an invitation to the ball, as being invited as a guest was in itself a great honor. The event would mark the coming of age of the nameless girl who was one of the most prestigious ladies in upper class society, who was also Nathan and Hilda's daughter, as well as Connie and Jerome's granddaughter. She would be officially showing herself in the upper class society of Taadi City, so all eyes were on the event. Luna already made her debut under another pseudonym when she was a kid. After shooting some films and reality shows, she retired to study abroad. There was no news of her since then, so the public seemed to have forgotten her altogether.

Luna took my hand gently, leading me into the mirrored studio. "Do you know? The year you were in the silver-laced containment facility, I also had my accident," she said quietly. "My mate of eight years betrayed me with another she-wolf. I was so distracted I walked into traffic. A luxury SUV hit me, fracturing my spine in three places." My breath caught. "I was bedridden for half a year," Luna continued. **(Elara's POV)** "I believed my dance career was over," Luna said, pain weighing her voice. "I lived in despair for two years, indulging in comfort eating. Venison tarts, fried rabbit, every rich food. I went from dancer's physique to something unrecognizable."

“I’m really sorry about that. That must have been devastating for you.” I shrug, not wanting to be submerged with the grief that comes when I talk about Luna’s illness and subsequent death. “Yeah, it was.” “Luna, that’s such a beautiful name,” she remarks, after a brief pause. “Where was she from?” “Malawi.” “That doesn't surprise me. She was a real exotic beauty. Was she a model or something?” “She was a doctor, actually. We met in Med School.” “No way!” she exclaims, and I chuckle at the reminder of the mistake people commonly made when Luna was alive and the look of surprise on their faces when they found out the truth.

Keeping close, I extended my hand to Leonardo, curling my lips into a coy smile as he brushed his lips against it. “I’m Anastasia Lasko.” His eyes popped open, going wide enough for me to make out the various shades of brown within them. Even his face paled. “Anastasia Lasko as in the future Luna of the famous Eclipse Pack?” “Do you know another Anastasia Lasko?” I winked, causing some color to come back to his cheeks. “I’m only teasing, Leonardo. Yes, I am the future Luna of the Eclipse Pack.” I had to hand it to the reporter. He sure did pull himself together quickly, replacing his eager and excitable mask.

Why would you show up at an official pack meeting where my Luna is when you were not invited? “Hiii” Landon waved at her. Everyone was staring at her, wondering why she was here and who she was. “Nick, the baby wants a massage!” Clara demanded and rubbed my shoulders affectionately. Out of all times, today?! I could feel Luna Chloe pinching her husband. Gosh. The news would spread. “Clara, you can leave. My beta would arrange that for you.” I tried to reason with Clara but she would not listen. “The baby wants you!!”

“No. But I trust what’s in these files. Whatever his reasons, he showed me the truth. Dimitri has been conducting experiments on people. Rogues, members of other packs… even my mother.” Elijah’s grip tightened around the edge of the table, his jaw clenching. “Your mother? The Luna. I thought she died.” I nodded, swallowing the bitterness rising in my throat. “Me too. I thought she died the night he attacked my pack I saw it with my own eyes, but according to these reports, she lived for months after that. She was one of his test subjects.” A heavy silence settled over us. Tony exhaled sharply, dragging a hand down his face. “We need to figure out what these codes mean.”

And tonight, I had dragged him into a lie I hated almost as much as the truth. “Is she settled now?” I asked. His jaw moved slightly before he answered. “Yes.” Silence hummed between us. Aria. The omega I’d last properly noticed years ago, quiet, unobtrusive, a shadow among wolves. Now… Luna in name only. A mask my people needed. A sacrifice I had demanded. Because Crescent Stone must not fracture. Because Selene must be protected — even in her absence. I exhaled slowly. “Good.” He nodded once.

Light bled through the seams. Elias had been here three months. Volunteer physician. He treated knife wounds, frostbite, pheromone poisoning. Occasionally he delivered a child. That morning the door banged open. He looked up. Luna stood in the frame, a stack of clean sheets cradled against her chest. Her gray work dress carried the alkaline sting of washing powder. Her hair was pulled back with a rubber band, though strands had worked loose and clung damp to her temples. She had lost weight. The planes of her face sat sharper now.

For a long moment the only sound was the drip of water and the distant howl of a wolf on the night wind. Then, slowly, he glanced down the corridor to confirm they were still alone. Trisha did not smile. She simply waited, the cold fire in her chest banked and ready. One crack. One moment of softness born from grief. One message that would travel beyond the reinforced borders and into the hands of people who had already paid for Corinne Spark’s death once. The Goddess had given the true Luna a second life. Trisha intended to make certain it did not last long enough to become a third.

I stared at her, my throat closing. "She stayed for an hour," Priya said, and her voice cracked. "She sat with Rowan until he fell asleep. I haven't seen him smile since the valley." She pressed my hand, fierce and brief. "The whole pack is talking about it. About you. They say you're the kind of Luna who teaches her child to be kind." I couldn't speak. I nodded, and she squeezed once more, then hurried back inside. I stood in the middle of the courtyard with the linens clutched to my chest and tears slipping down my face, and I understood, finally, that it wasn't the title that made me Luna.