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The needle contained a mixture of wolfsbane to keep her wolf out the way and some unusual herbs so she would pass out before she had a chance to make a noise. Her body dropped to the damp grass, calling out to Mother Nature, i place my hand over her heart and we transport into a cave on the other side of the forest over looking the beach, far away from Alpha Erik's pack line. I was going to make it impossible for him to find his true love. As the Luna laid on the damp ground i began to wrap silver shackles around her wrists and ankles, this was going to be as painful as possible without death. It was the least she deserved after what she did.

'' Kate also raised her hand and slightly lifted the corner of her lips that was not so visible as to not make a man who was jealous more jealous. Waving her hand, Kate responded back. ''Okay, bye-bye'' Luna smiled one last time before the gaze that really resembled a blade of a dagger was like poking a hole in her body. ''...'' Finally leaving and coming outside the main hall. Luna stopped and sighed deeply, looking at the dark sky. ''Erha, is he okay now?'' He still remembered that there was such a long and hideous burn on Erha's back. Is it healed now?

Luna hummed with a soft chuckle, Zayn kissed on her forehead. Susan trailed behind them, but as they reached Luna's room, Susan spoke up. "Luna, I should be heading back home now. But please, if you need anything or if you just want to talk, don't hesitate to call me, I'll be there for you always." Luna's expression dropped slightly at the news of Susan leaving. She had grown used to her company and the support she provided. She nodded, suppressing her disappointment. "Thank you, Susan. I appreciate all you've done. Take care, see you soon" Luna said, her voice conveying more emotions than her words.

Though she wasn’t at fault, she knows what will happen if Leo finds out what Lean did to Mariella. “I can’t find Mariella. When did she leave—oh… You’re still here.” Leo looked at Mariella who’s now standing behind Luna. “Yes. I… I asked her to stay for a while.” Luna explained, cannot look straight at her brother’s eyes. “Uhm… I thought you planned something for Mariella’s birth—” “Prepare yourselves. We will leave at seven.” Leo glanced at his wrist watch before looking at Mariella before leaving them to prepare. Luna sighed in relief after she closed the door behind her. “Thank goodness, he isn’t suspicious.” She held her chest as if something heavy was taken off from her.

“I’m fine, Rita, I promise. I’m not tired, or nauseous, or anything that warrants us leaving so soon.” Obviously still not convinced, Rita peered at her. “Are you sure?” she asked again. Luna nodded. “Positive.” She knew if she told Rita that she wanted to leave the party, Rita would immediately follow, but she didn’t want to go. Part of getting through the night successfully, in Luna’s book, was not just getting through it without Justin knowing about her secret. It was also about seeing the night till the end. “I do need to go outside for a bit though,” Luna said to Rita. She shook her head before Rita could say anything. “I’m fine, I just need air, being inside this long is starting to su

Maya was looking at him like she was seeing the stars for the first time. The expression in her eyes felt familiar to me. The admiration and awe written on her face were how I felt about Hunter, too. She looked up at him from under lashes still clumpy and wet with tears. She spoke shyly. Her voice was high and soft, but still slightly croaky: “Does your pack have a Luna?” I held my breath until he spoke, though I knew what he was going to say. “We do not,” Hunter replied. There was something else in his expression now. Lust was warring with soft protectiveness. Looking at them was making me feel ill.

"We just share the same name. The pregnancy is indeed quite a coincidence. It's an honor to share the same name as the Shadow pack's Luna!" Julie nodded in agreement. "It's a beautiful name! You're so lucky!" Then she said sympathetically, "He's so pitiful. His Luna left him because of a misunderstanding. Do you think his Luna will forgive him after seeing this video?" I shook my head gently, my tone firm. "I don't think so. His Luna must have given him many chances and only left when she was completely heartbroken. As for misunderstandings, I believe there are no misunderstandings when faced with facts."

They were going through the broken barrier into the Outlands. I stood there and heard the words even after he stopped speaking. Heard them again and again in my head until they stopped sounding like words and became a verdict. Nyra was leaving the only world I had ever known with Ronan at her side. Not hiding. Not running from shame. Not begging for a place. Leaving as Luna, as mate, as Princess of a world none of us understood. Leaving with the man who had marked her openly. The man whose mark sat on her neck where mine should never have been because I had never earned that right.

She was offering herself to him like something being marketed. Lyrian was silent for a long moment, his golden eyes studying her with detached interest. When he finally spoke, his voice was ice. “I already have a Luna.” The words dropped into the room like a bomb. Clara’s smile froze. “I… what?” “You heard me.” His gaze shifted, finding me around Clara’s shoulder. The look he gave me was brief but intense, filled with meaning I couldn’t decipher. “I found what I was looking for.” Then he turned and walked away, leaving my sister standing there with her mouth open and her carefully constructed composure shattered.

"Tonight, under witness of blood, moon, and pack, Alpha Kael Thornridge is called to name the woman fate has chosen to stand at his side." My hands were sweating. This was it. My nerves twisted between hope and terror. This was the moment when the gossip would end. This was when I would become Luna, or maybe not. "Alpha Kael," Silas continued, "do you claim Lira Vale as your fated mate and Luna of Thornridge?" The silence was agonizing. I watched Kael’s eyes. There was no sign of the man who once held me, or the boy who told me being different was a gift.