The Luna He Raised Novels & Stories

"That eyesore is finally out of the way. How was my child supposed to be heir while she still drew breath?" "Take care of the father. Take care of the pup. Drive her to swallow poison." "Now there's no one left to stop me from being Luna." He kicked the door open.

I took a deep breath, plastered a graceful, flawless smile onto my face, and turned around slowly to face him. "What exactly do you mean by that question, Lucas?" I asked, tilting my head in mock confusion. "You are speaking to your Luna. Have you forgotten your manners?" Lucas did not flinch. He did not bow. He stood his ground, his eyes burning with a terrifying, absolute certainty. "I meant exactly what I said," Lucas stated, his voice dangerously quiet. "I know for a fact that you are not the Luna. You are not Evelyn."

"Listen to me, I swear on my father's grave that I will protect you and our children from whatever monster sent this. Nobody touches our family." I stood rigid within his embrace for a long, heavy moment, the warmth of his chest filtering through my clothes. Then, slowly, I pulled back, lifting my chin high as a sudden, brilliant flash of dangerous golden light erupted across my silver eyes, melting away the fragile shock. The weakness was gone, replaced by the iron-clad authority of a supreme Luna.

The darkness that had lingered in their lives began to lift, replaced by the radiant promise that Luna represented. Elder Lysander, still standing before the crowd, raised his voice to carry over the whispers of awe. “Let us rejoice not just for the child before us, but for the future she brings. Luna is the bridge between our past and what is yet to come. Her birth signifies a new era for the Blood Moon Pack!”

"I feel—nothing. Empty. She was—everything. My purpose. My faith. What am I without Her?" Luna crouched. "Alive," she said. "And free. What you do with that is your choice." She stood. Looked around the clearing. Her wolves stared at her. Not with relief. With *awe.* And something else. Fear. She was glowing too brightly. Moving too smoothly. Her voice was too layered. She was not Luna anymore. Not fully. She was the Heir. Ascended. Transformed. Orion pushed through the crowd, stopping a few paces away.

“But Logan just wants Clara. He doesn’t care about me…” “Don’t be so pessimistic, Luna. What if the Alpha was just overwhelmed by the news of Ms. Clara’s recovery? I am sure he will be ecstatic about the baby once he calms down,” Katie said, her eyes twinkling. “And even more importantly, you are pregnant with the Alpha heir. The council will protect your legal status as Luna. You have nothing to worry about!” I sighed, pondering her words. “Maybe… I will find him and talk to him about the baby. Only then I could know what he really wants.”

Luna almost fell to her knees as she looked at Lucy with pleading eyes, hoping Lucy would help her through this crisis. "Lucy, I know I've been too immature before, always making you angry. But this time, it’s truly urgent. If I don't repay this money, I’ll be done for!" Luna rambled on, pouring her heart out with every word and every tear expressing remorse. Lucy decided to help her. Despite everything, the Quinn family had raised her. Even though they didn't treat her well, they still raised her.

"My Luna was chosen by powers you cannot comprehend. She is fated to birth my heirs into the new dawning I have wrought!" Elias opened his mouth to talk, but I cut him off with an imperious gesture as my authority swelled through the sanctum. "I will hear no further dissent," I decreed in a voice that brooked no argument. "Tomorrow at the rise of the Celestial Dog Star, Lyra will ascend and be formally received as my Luna before the assembled pack. Her consecration to nurture my progeny into cosmic supremacy will be made manifest." A harsh growl rumbled in my throat as I rose, allowing the intensity of the inevitability blazing within me to radiate out like the coronal flares of a newborn st

Morgana’s words echoed in the twisted silence, the weight of her offer pressing down on me like a leaden shroud. An unstoppable Luna? The power she promised was tempting, so raw and potent it felt as though it was already surging beneath my skin, waiting for me to reach out and grasp it. But at what cost?

"But her allegiance is not solely yours to claim." Marcus flushed, sputtering. "Alpha Damon, this is neither the time nor the place—" "This is precisely the time and the place," Damon overrode him smoothly, his authority absolute. He addressed the hall, his voice ringing with command. "You all know the truth of the bond between us. A truth I was unforgivably blind to." His eyes locked back onto mine, fierce and unwavering. "That blindness ends now." He took another deliberate step closer. "Seraphina of Silver Crescent is my destined mate. My Luna."