The Luna He Forgot To Love Novels & Stories

I would’ve fallen—crashed to the stone below—if Damon hadn’t let go of my hand just in time to let me hit the ground on my own. “I’m sorry,” he said, but there was no sorrow in it. Only finality. “You’re not strong enough to be my Luna.” I wanted to speak. To scream. To ask him why. To demand the truth. But my throat had sealed shut. My heart was too loud. My pride too shattered. And the worst part? He didn’t even flinch. He turned away. Just turned. Like I was nothing. Like the bond that had tied us since my first heat meant nothing.

“He wants you, but we can never happen. I, Derek Whithorn, Crown Prince of the Blackridge Pack, reject you, Amira, as my mate and Luna” My heartbeat slowed down as the pain seared through me, but oddly, I recovered almost quickly. “I accept your rejection,” I glared back, my voice even louder. “I, Amira, daughter of no one, accept your rejection.” He blinked. “What?” “You just saved me from a lifetime of misery, so I accept your rejection,” I repeated. “Do you think I would want to be mated to someone who’s hated me since we were kids?” I said quietly, pushing him away from me.

Luna dropped on her chair, burying her face in her palms as she let out a small groan. She loved Sophia but she could be pretty annoying sometimes. Now her mind was trying to bring back old memories which she struggled not to think about; the night that had haunted her for four years. The stranger’s voice, his touch, his hot breath that tickled her ear. Her heart still ached with regret that she couldn't remember his name or what he looked like. She looked up and her eyes caught hold of the bouquet and the mysterious card from the other night. She forgot to place them in a flower pot. Luna picked it up and studied the note, trying to figure out what it meant and who could have sent it.

"No, listen. Running a pack isn't like arranging flowers or cooking meals. It needs real leadership, experience..." I raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to dig his grave deeper. "You can still be Luna," he continued desperately. "My most honored Luna. We can start fresh, forget everything that happened—" A bitter laugh burst from my throat, making him flinch. "Forget everything?" I repeated incredulously. "Forget how you betrayed me? Forget how you watched me die alone while you played happy family with Lily?" "No, that's not what I—" "Or should I forget how you tortured her afterward?" I asked sweetly. "Is that your idea of love now? Torturing anyone who hurts the person you claim to care a

“Of course I will. They haven’t taught you anything good, boy.” “I’m hungry; don’t provoke me right now.” I’m not sure if my uncle is joking, but if Axel is courting me, doesn’t that mean he wants me to be his Luna? Would he dare choose a Supreme Luna who’s nothing more than an Wolfless Omega? “Sabina! I’ve told you to stop thinking such nonsense. Where the hell is Diana? Maybe if I stuff you with food, your mind will be too busy telling your stomach to digest instead of thinking nonsense.”

That haunted me more than any betrayal could. My pack's already in doubt of my ability to do what I said I'd do by bringing back their forsaken Luna for judgement I had been humiliated once I would not be humiliated twice - I will find her No matter how long it may take The new Luna,Selene undressed, and I turned my attention back to her. "You can forget about that useless Omega, my love, I am here for you" She says rapping her hands around my neck gently. She tries to deliver a kiss but I do not return it - my only focus is finding ivy,not sex, not anything else

The walk of someone who had been driving four hours and had a recording device in her bag and was not afraid of the room. He watched me come. “Luna Voss,” he said when I was close enough. His voice was measured and formal and contained the specific quality of someone performing a courtesy they found distasteful. “Elder Vane,” I said. He looked at the people behind me. His eyes moved over Petra with nothing on his face. Then to Orla. Something moved in his expression then. Small and controlled but real. He had not expected Orla. That was the first crack.

Then quietly, “I made mistakes.” Jennifer looked down immediately, pretending not to hear. Luna walked toward the windows slowly. “Mistakes are forgetting anniversaries.” Her reflection stared back at her in the glass. “Cheating on your wife in her own bed while your son sleeps upstairs is a choice.” Desmond exhaled shakily. “I know I hurt you.” “No,” Luna corrected softly. “You destroyed me.” The line went silent. For a moment, she thought he’d hung up. Then, “I didn’t know.”

I'll never forget his words that almost brought me to tears. "My Alpha, we do not mean to disobey. But our Luna has been taken from us. Now that you have found your mate, our pack is incomplete until she has been returned to the safety of our walls. You cannot expect us to stay here and wait for you to return. Our Luna needs us. We may not be as strong as some of your warriors anymore, but we are capable and willing to fight. Please do not make us stay behind when our Luna needs us. The dishonour of not being able to do our part for our pack would put us in an early grave."

I don't want to be like this anymore, I don't want to chase him anymore, I'll let him remember alone, did he really can remember me? Did he really want to remember me? Well, it's not my problem anymore I've had enough with him. Even, if it's breaking my heart I sigh I tried my very best for him to remember me but I failed. How can I help him to remember me when he always spend time with Loreane and now he suddenly act like that. It's hurting me whenever Loreane is around him and I felt jealous because she can make him smile, she can see the smile that I can no longer see, she can hold his hands and she can spend time with him. While me, I'm here waiting for him to remember me and him don't c