The Perfect Luna Novels & Stories

In the twilight glow of a Santorini sunset, I watched the golden light catch Kael's profile, and my heart suddenly skipped a beat. This man had accepted my broken pieces and healed my soul. I took his hand, our fingers lacing together. "Kael." He turned to me, his gaze as gentle as a deep spring. I stood on my toes, kissed his lips, and whispered in the sea breeze. "Let's have our Luna ceremony. I want to be your Luna, the real, official kind." One year later. At the summit of Silver Creek pack's sacred mountain. The sound of ancient horns echoed through the clouds as tens of thousands of pack members bowed their heads in submission.

Because my jealousy endangered his childhood sweetheart, my Alpha mate, Victor, took our son's advice. He sent me to the pack witch to have my memories erased.​ A long winter later, he woke me with the antidote.​ In the eyes of the pack, I became the perfect Luna.​ I organized the pack's winter stores flawlessly. I cataloged every last berry and pound of meat without breaking a sweat. I could even smile while delivering a blanket to Clara, Victor's precious sweetheart.​

Sasha “Is this what you had in mind, Luna Sasha?” Luna Odessa asked me after she got closer to me. I forced a smile on my lips, giving her an affirmative nod. We met at the last brunch I attended, and among all those Lunas I met that day, she was the only person who seemed to be interested in getting to know me. “It is better. I am just glad that the shelter will have everything it needs,” I say to her, bringing the glass of champagne to my lips. She is a woman in her late fifties and has a son who married an omega.

Alright, come on man snap out of it. “Luna,” I reply bowing in show of respect. “P-please call me Artemis or Art,” she stutters. I guess I’m not the only one affected. Does she too feel the attraction? We all go to sit down when Logan asks her to cover up, and holy shit she has the most perfectly rounded butt. Goddess Selene forgives me, but you put everything you had into creating your daughter. FUCKKK! Then I noticed these two assholes gawking at her, that soured my mood quick. They both noticed and raised their hands up in surrender.

"They're half-animals after all, we can't deny that. Selena! Are you still there?" "Yes, I'm still here listening to your conversation. What is it, Ravijojla?" A voice answered Ravijojla's question softly. From the origin of the voice emerged a woman wearing a white dress with a crescent moon mark on her forehead "I think your Luna should return to his family. We have finished talking." "Come on, Edith. We have to go back!"

I do not return to the same den I slept in last night. Instead, I follow Impala to his den. My new home. With my new mate. It is a mess inside. "Impala," I say. "You're untidy." He chuckles. "That is why I need a mate." "If you think I am tidying up after you, you are sorely mistaken. Lunas do not tidy." "You're not a luna anymore," he reminds me.

There were notes of sandalwood and tobacco, mixed with leather and a wispy note of something sweet. My hand was on the handle, seconds away from turning it. It hit me just then, the realization that in a perfect world, I was destined to become Luna. No matter how hard I tried, I just couldn’t picture it. The scarred, shunned little girl an actual Luna, standing tall and proud as she addressed her people, her powerful mate at her side. It was a dream—an absolute dream I never would’ve thought possible for myself, and some part of me was furious at Hael for ruining it.

Smiling Mason laughed, "How can I possibly be the host of the evening without my hostess?" "Hostess?" Danica squeaked out as Mason reached an arm around her waist. "Yup," Smiling he began leading her into the crowd. As they passed group after group of people Danica couldn't help but feel people's questioning gazes on her. Of course they would be curious after all she was cuddled up to their Alpha. She couldn't help but find herself wondering exactly what their reaction would be once they found out that she was their future Luna. Would they be upset by the notion? Would they easily accept her? What if they were to find out that she isn't able to change? Would they want a Luna like that?

Remembering how I had cast my pride aside to secure their survival, disgust twisted their faces. "If our Luna has to get down on her knees and kowtow for medicine, I'd rather just die of illness!" someone spat. "If it weren't for Miss Elena that time, we really would have died! A weak she-wolf like Sheilah doesn't deserve to be Luna!" No! That's not how it happened! Back then, I had stood before the Black Forest pack gates and endured a brutal, bloody trial by combat just to win those herbs. I had collapsed from sheer exhaustion after the duel, only for Elena to swoop in and steal my credit yet again.

Nine of the most powerful Lunas in North America, each one radiating authority that makes my skin prickle. I recognize a few from research-Luna Victoria Sterling from the East Coast packs, Luna Helena Blackwood from the Southern coalition, Luna Diana Frost from the Northern territories. The others are equally formidable. And in the gallery behind them, I spot the Conservative Alpha block. Alpha James. Alpha Marcus. Alpha Richard. All watching with undisguised hostility. Kael’s hand finds the small of my back, a possessive, grounding touch. “You’ve got this,” he murmurs. “Mr. Thorne,” Luna Victoria speaks, her voice like silk over steel. “Please take your seat in the gallery. Luna Sage will p