The Luna He Refused To Name Novels & Stories

"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.

Anywhere but me. He stopped at the edge of the rug. Three steps away. "The Council has made its demand," he said. I said nothing. My hands were in my lap. I pressed them together. "A Luna carries her King's mark. They want to see yours." "And if I refuse?" "Then I tell them the Luna is unwell, and I find another way." His eyes held mine. "I have been finding another way for a week. I am running out of them." My heart went once, hard, against my ribs.

I wasn't paying close attention to the merchant until I heard my name. He didn't say it like a weapon. That was the thing. He said it like a piece of news he had picked up in the city and hadn't thought twice about. "There's talk about your Luna, actually," he said, to no one in particular. "In the capital. Word is she was placed here because there was nowhere else for her to go. The Alpha took her as a courtesy." He reached for his cup. "A rejected girl with no other options. Bit sad, really."

That surprised me more than the refusal did. The harder fight had been with the elders. Tradition gave the Luna a vow that ended with a promise to submit to her Alpha's word, and old Harlan had spent forty minutes explaining why it could not be changed. Leah had listened to all of it, politely, and then told him she would not say it. Not as a protest. She simply would not say a sentence she didn't mean.

Years of abuse had made it so. Tomorrow I will find out what his standards were. Hopefully, it won’t be too ridiculous. I often preferred comfort over fashionable, but I had a feeling that he didn’t hold the same preference. “Lastly, you aren’t to mention your connection to Lana Morgan. I refuse to publicize that Shadow Vale’s Luna is related to a traitor and refuse for them to wonder if their new Luna is as much of a coward as the bitch who went AWOL instead of owning up to the consequences of her betrayal.”

He smiled his dimpled smile. "So, will you forgive Meg as well?" "Forgiveness for trying to kill you?" He growled. "She is the victim here, Lucian, she was being manipulated by her boyfriend. Can't you see it?" I explained, trying to think of something to save her. "No, I don't see it, as per pack rules. She has to die." He declared. "But I want to forgive her, I said stubbornly." "That's not your decision." "Why not? I am Luna; I would like to forgive her. She has paid for her crimes."

I gasp and jerk my hand away from his grip. The horrific look in his eyes makes me think he felt it, too. He goes pale, giving me a beastly stare, like he would gladly opt to eat me up. “My name is Richard Brown,” he announces suddenly. I am still trying to comprehend why he is telling me his name. But then he seizes my hand in a tight grip, and the next thing I hear comes as a surprise to me. “I, Richard Brown, reject you, Jane Biller, as my mate and Luna.”

The wolfsblane seemed to keep the sire bond at bay and for the first time in a long time, I felt like the old me. I headed to the bathroom but heard a whiny feminine voice downstairs that I had never heard before. I decided to not pay any attention until I heard her voice call Brett’s name. “But Brett you said I would be your chosen mate!” This mysterious voice declared. Now I knew exactly who she was. “No Alicia I didn’t, you just assumed that!” I could tell by his tone he was already getting frustrated with her. “I have found my fated mate and she will be my Luna.” I smile at his words, until I hear his father.

he explained, drawing me close and fixing an intense gaze on my eyes, causing a blush to rise to my cheeks. "Luna signifies the Moon, Lauren. The light amidst the darkness, my illumination in the shadows," he murmured, the last part a soft whisper, and I felt a bit foolish. Naturally, if he had a girlfriend named Luna, I would have been aware. His previous relationship was with Luisa, who had broken up with him under the assumption that he wouldn't take charge of the Blackwood company.

I asked her as she was now staring at me with her yellow eyes, clearly shooting daggers of hatred at me. "You cannot name them, as I don't want them to listen to you or turn out to be like you," Luna said as she stared away from me to our little daughter in her arms, who refused to suck her breast and started to cry. "Why? Am I not their father?" I asked Luna, and she comforted our little daughter instead while ignoring me. I walked up to Luna and asked her, "Tell me, what name do you want to name them instead, as I have to let Harry and the rest of the elders know?"