The Luna's Choice Novel Ayla นิยาย & เรื่องราว

At least I know whose side she’s on. “The Western keep is reserved for the alpha and his close relations.” I point out. “Surely you don’t expect to remain here when you’re no longer to be Luna, do you? You should know your place.” I tell her. “I beg to differ.” She replies with an indulging smile. “You are no longer to be Luna either, Little Ironbound, or have you forgotten? Whoever wins the duel in a month will be Luna.“ “Nyra.” Alpha Kael’s voice chastises and I stiffen.

Selene’s nails bit into her palm. “That would make her…” one began. “Queen,” someone finished. The word echoed. Louder than the laughter. Louder than reason. Queen. Aria. Queen. Selene’s stomach twisted violently. Because if that happened— If Kael rose… If Aria stood beside him, glowing, chosen, wanted— Then Selene would become— The safe choice. The second choice. The Luna of a prince who had once rejected the Moon… …and might regret it for the rest of his life.

“But I can share it. I can bleed with you. Because I chose this too. Every messy, bleeding day.” The bleeding moons paused. Just for a breath. Then Luna collapsed. Not from blood loss. From the weight of ten thousand choices hitting her at once. Luna woke to darkness. Not the Empty Sky. This was inside her. A place made of moonlight and memory. She floated in a space between stars, surrounded by bleeding moons. Each one showed her a wolf’s last choice. The mother wolf from the Empty Sky — she’d chosen darkness again, left her pup to die alone. Her moon wept red.

She had earned it, through blood and sacrifice. The days fell into a comfortable rhythm. Mornings in the healing hut, afternoons with her children, evenings with Caleb. Luna was growing so fast—eleven now, with her father's blue eyes and her mother's gentle hands. She helped in the healing hut whenever she could, learning from Marta, asking endless questions. Ayla, nine, had become a natural leader among the pack's children, organizing games and settling disputes with a wisdom beyond her years. Kael, five, spent his days following the animals, talking to them in a language only he seemed to understand. Elara watched them all with wonder. This was what she'd fought for. This was what mattered

he added before his back disappeared completely. My eyes widened in surprise as his words continued to replay themselves in my mind over and over again, until they rushed to the forefront of my thoughts. I waited until he was completely out of my line of sight, before I yelled at the top of my lungs. “I would rather die than be your Luna!” “Argh!” A low growl escaped my lips as I crawled to my feet. Kicking away whatever stone I could find in my line of sight. I stood, panting heavily, before I decided I had let out everything I held inside, before I decided to make my way back to the cabin.

"I'm not… I'm not Kael." "Thank the gods for that," Liam muttered, then quickly added, "Apologies, Luna. That was out of line." A small, genuine smile touched Alessia's lips for the first time in what felt like an eternity. "No, Liam. You're right. Thank the gods for that." The flicker of freedom she had felt earlier grew into a tiny spark. The power to choose. It was a foreign concept, a terrifying and exhilarating prospect. She could choose someone kind, someone who would respect her, someone who would see her as an equal. She could choose… Liam.

"I live for them." Nyra's eyes shone in the moonlight. "Then let's make it interesting," she said. "Alpha to alpha." "Or Luna to Alpha, if you're feeling brave." Levi moved forward, but I touched his arm. "Let me." "Mabella—" he cautioned. But I was already walking. I could feel the energy shifting. Crescent Moon wolves stiffened up behind me. Seth tilted his head slightly next to Nyra. He wasn't smiling any more. "You want a fight?" I inquired, going into the center of the space between our two packs. "Let's make it official. One-on-one. No claws from your pack; no claws from mine." "You challenge me?" Nyra's voice was amusing, but her body was tense. She didn't underestimate me. Good. "I'm

"Okay... I was the maid for the Steuber family for many years. I was attending Alpha Terry before they met. Luna Shannon was an orphan of our Pack, her parents died protecting the Pack a long time ago, leaving her alone in this world. I didn't know how they got to know each other, but one day they just became really friendly." "And when they both got older, they started dating. One day, Alpha Terry announced that he would choose Luna Shannon to be his chosen mate and Luna. We were really happy for them because they were a good match." At this, she looked up to check my expression, but I just motioned for her to continue. "Luna Shannon was really kind and caring, she's a great Luna for us and

"What do you mean? That's not how that works. I don't have a choice." Solomon shook his head and rubbed the bridge of his nose, "Oh Goddess, what is wrong with you people?" "You people?!" Layla shrieked. Ignoring her, he continued, "I've lived here my entire life and I will never understand how you people treat your women. You have a choice, Layla. I'm not going to force you. It is within your right to reject me. Well, unless you're an Omega or something." Layla was more offended by this suggestion than the previous one. "I am not an Omega. My father is an Alpha, I am to be a Luna."

*Lilah* I don’t stay in my room. I last fifteen minutes. Fifteen minutes of pacing between the bed and the window. Fifteen minutes of replaying Malric’s words in my head like a messed‑up podcast I can’t turn off. *Luna in low form. Human shell. Wolf soul. Last Luna died for your choices. Reject her and break the chain.* And over all of it, that voice from the snow that sounded exactly like mine: *Don’t choose them over me again.*