The Luna He Refused To Name Novels & Stories

My sobs shook through me, raw and ugly, but I didn’t care anymore. The Alpha crouched down, forcing my chin up so I had to look into those glowing eyes. His hand was cold against my skin, his grip cruel. “That’s what I wanted to hear,” he whispered, his voice like poison. “So do you agree to be my Luna?.” I tried to jerk my face away but he held tighter, making me wince. I couldn't stand the thought of being his. “I will never be your Luna!” The words flew out of my mouth before I could stop them.

Perhaps he was sending me into the woods, granting me my initial wish to escape. Both Henry and Eveline were stunned into silence, waiting for his final judgment. "I will make her my Luna," he declared. The words echoed in my head, a terrifying and impossible decree. My heart seized in my chest. He said it again, staring directly at me, as if daring me to challenge him: "I will make Lara my Luna."

When I walked out of his chambers, the guards in the hallway refused to meet my eyes; they had heard, or they had guessed, and their silence was its own kind of cruelty. I found Lila waiting for me at the edge of the celebration grounds, her face pale and her eyes red from crying. "I heard," she said, pulling me into a hug so tight I could barely breathe. "The whole pack is talking about it. He announced the rejection to his Beta before you even woke up. Everyone knows, Rya." "Of course he did." I pulled back, and I was surprised to find that I had no tears left. "He wanted to make sure everyone knows I am nothing, that I'm not good enough to be their Luna."

Stopping beside him, she spoke calmly, “Is there anything I can help you with?” Her eyes softened slightly as she continued, “I am the Luna. I’m supposed to help you carry the responsibilities of the pack.” For a brief moment, silence filled the area around them. Aurora waited for Damien to answer. But he said nothing. Instead— Cassandra laughed softly. A mocking sound. Aurora slowly turned toward her. Cassandra crossed her arms elegantly before speaking. “Who do you think you are?” Aurora’s expression hardened slightly. Cassandra stepped closer.

Just present. Drax lowered his arms slow. Blood ran from a new cut on his forehead. "What are you?" he asked. His voice sounded quieter now. "I am the Rejected Luna," I said. "The one you threw away. The one who did not break." He took a step toward me. His hand reached out again but slower. "Come back with me. We can start over. The bond can be made right." I looked at his hand. For one second the old hurt came back. The pain from the clearing when he said no. The way everyone turned away from me. But the hurt did not make me small anymore. It made me steady.

His command is sharp, leaving no room for argument. “He's an Alpha," realization slams into me like a boulder. “He's a fucking Alpha, however rogue he may be, he's still a fucking Alpha." My stomach drops, a hollow feeling replaces the panic that ravaged me earlier. “I'm not your fucking luna to control! You do not own me!" “Do you want to live?" He snaps. I had been so caught up in the moment that I totally forgot the danger I am in. The howls are getting closer by the minute, I need to make a decision and make it fast.

Luna's eyes widened, full of hope, innocent, and almost painful to reject. His gaze hardened for a moment, then softened. For the first time, he didn't see a woman trying to sell her charms—but someone who was genuinely asking, without a mask. “She is really innocent,” he thought. "That means... You admit that you regret rejecting my proposal?" “Yes!” Luna answered too quickly without hesitation. “I-I regret it. I really regret it,” she continued. “And you admit that you are a stutterbug? You're not mad if I call you that?” Nick grinned slightly.

But I know all too well that they would sooner kill us than let Remus get his hands on us. “It’s been a long time, sister. I’m sure they have forgiven you by now,” Melanie tried to persuade me once again. “Don Mariano isn’t exactly known for his forgiveness, you know that,” I emphasised. Don Mariano was our alpha, a dangerous and rigid figure. “No, but he loves his people,” she countered. “I am no longer one of his people,” I laughed bitterly. “Regardless of how far we’ve come, Emilia, we will always remain a Luna,” Melanie recalled enthusiastically. The status of being a Luna held significant weight and influence.

"Because no one believed me. My husband didn't believe me... and he was the Alpha." ​The stranger remained silent, letting me speak. ​"He chose her," I whispered, my voice breaking completely. "The woman I was accused of trying to kill. He was in love with her... he always was. Three years I spent loving a man who never loved me back. He only married me because his pack needed a Luna." ​The stranger stopped dead in his tracks. ​"What is it?" I asked, lifting my head. ​"Nothing," he said, his voice dropping into a strangely cold tone before he resumed walking.

The words came out calm. Not loud. Not dramatic. Mine. Cassian looked at me like I had just stepped too close to the edge of the world. Maybe I had. Damien’s laugh came through the crack. “You refuse what, little Luna?” The title hit like a slap. Human Luna. Fake Luna. Rejected Luna. Useful Luna. Dead Luna. My fingers curled. The Crown whispered, Make him kneel. I shut my eyes for one breath. Then opened them. “I refuse your title,” I said.