The Luna Choice Novels & Stories

I said, and I kept a close eye on his face. Byron definitely seemed to get instantly uncomfortable and began to fidget slightly, which gave me a pit in my stomach. Maybe they were hiding something from me. "Oh, yes, Luna," he paused for the first time, as if trying to decide how much, or what, he should say. "Luna is definitely a powerful position, but it doesn't necessarily mean they have a powerful wolf. Luna is the female head of the pack. She is the most respected female by everyone." "How can you have an Alpha and a Luna though? Don't they fight then? And how does the Luna get her title? By birth, like the Alpha?"

the old woman prompted. "Yes," responded Nadine, a woman with dark hair and a physique that exuded strength and agility, reminiscent of a warrior or a seasoned fitness instructor. Standing at 170 cm, her muscular frame was accentuated by the simple dark singlet she wore. "Luna Queen class refers to a special group of destined Lunas meant to support the Alpha King. Typically, they are bound to their own destined Alphas. However, if their destined Alpha perishes or is slain, these Lunas have the autonomy to choose which Alpha King candidate to support. They can even align with a non-destined Alpha from their own pack, aiding him in his quest to become the Alpha King.

“Because I want you to know this is my choice. My heart. Not because a goddess or a curse demanded it. Not because the Moon ordered it. I’m asking as a man who loves you.” His hands held mine fully now, lifting them so our palms pressed together. His eyes bore into mine, a storm tempered by vulnerability, longing, and raw emotion. “Lilah Hart,” he said, words deliberate and slow, “will you be my Luna?” The world seemed to still. The wind outside carried only the distant calls of the pack and the faint rustle of leaves. My chest ached with the weight of what he was offering—not power, not title, not protection—but trust, devotion, and choice.

"Will you step forward, before the Moon Goddess and your confident pack, to declare your Luna?” Stepping forward, "The Shadow Pack is close," Ronan said, his voice loud but flat. "We need strength. We need allies to keep our borders safe." The crowd cheered. Serena nudged me. "Here it comes!" Ronan didn't look at Isolde, and he didn't look at me. "I chose Isolde Crowe as my Luna. No one's more suited to be my Luna and her family will bring the warriors we need to stand together."

“Where we eat together, talk like normal people… where I can pretend that my husband actually lives in the same house as me.” My voice became softer near the end. “After that, I’ll sign the divorce papers immediately.” Ethan studied my face for several long seconds. Then he scoffed. “You’re unbelievable.” **** Because I already knew something he refused to believe. According to pack tradition, when a Luna becomes pregnant, the Alpha is supposed to stay by her side for one month so the child can receive the Moon Goddess’s blessing. A child without that blessing is said to be born weak. But Ethan didn’t even believe I was pregnant.

The room waited in tense silence. "Can I have time to think?" Luna finally asked. "I want to make sure I choose right." "You have three days," the High Priestess said. "After that, the choice will be made for you by circumstance. The universe will place you in whichever realm is strongest when total collapse occurs." "Three days," Luna repeated. "Okay." Those three days were the longest of Aria's life. Luna spent them doing oddly normal things. She played with other pups. She helped Elena in the healing house. She trained with Lyra. She cooked with Dante. She did everything she'd always done, as if memorizing her life.

They had made ke distrust even myself and that was why it was easy to catch those little emotions that on a normal day, I couldn't. “I came to offer peace,” he said after a beat. “Let’s not make enemies tonight, Lyra. This is a sacred occasion. I was also serious about making you my Luna.” Sacred. What a joke. They called it the Luna Choosing Ceremony, as if it were some celestial, romantic rite of passage. But I knew the truth, at least tonight’s truth. It wasn’t about bonds or destiny. It was about power, control, and the sickening lengths people would go to for both.

I could tell with one hundred percent certainty none of these women were that way. My father’s right hand man and Beta, a man named Cooper, had pulled me aside one day to tell me about a potential opportunity to find a mate. I had been invited to join the cast of some show called Luna’s Choice. At first, I brushed it aside. I wanted no part in something like that. There was no way any of the contestants on the show would make for a good Luna.

“Good. And you understand why this is a need you must fulfill, rather than his Luna?” “The Luna is a co-leader of the pack. She trains the warriors and commands social events. And, when the time comes, she will bear the future heir of the pack. All honorable Alphas respect their Luna too much to act out their true fantasies on,” I said, echoing the words first said to me when I learnt of my fate.

And they definitely didn't offer ancient loopholes unless they thought they'd win either way. "Let me see that." I took the paper from Jolie's hands. The Council seal stared back at me, all official and threatening. "Luna's Challenge. Trial by combat. Winner takes all." "It's a trap," Luna said. She was leaning against Knox, favoring her taped ribs. "They're giving her an impossible choice." "Explain," I said.