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My thoughts shifted to Cecilia, and my lips curled into a sour smile. “And you,” I mumbled, shaking my head. “Cecilia. The ‘perfect Luna,’ always so calm, so controlled. Always happy, always planning. Do you know what the problem with people like you is? You think you’re immune. But you’re not. You’re just good at hiding your cracks. And I’m going to reveal every single one of them.” I stood, walking over to the table where the Luna crest sat. Picking it up, I turned it over in my hands, the metal cool against my skin.

Bianca turned once, lifting her gaze to the stars, and smiled. The serpent song did not stir that night. Only the sea moved, calm and endless. Luna closed her eyes and whispered to the wind: “The world begins again.” At dawn, Luna stood alone in the same study where her mother once wrote her testament. The hidden alcove stood open, the manuscript Bound to the Blood King lying on the desk. As sunlight crept across the cover, a faint shimmer pulsed beneath the wax seal alive, waiting. Luna touched it and the ink bled faintly beneath her fingers, forming new words where Bianca’s last had ended:

Livia also sneered coldly, mockingly saying, "How could that be? Even the details are handled identically! To say it's twin telepathy, not even a three-year-old would believe it, right?" At that moment, Russell reached out and firmly grasped my hand, providing me with endless strength and support. His tone was resolute and forceful as he said, "I have full faith in Zoey. If she says it's her original work, I believe her without question. After all, a Galaxy Studio S-level designer, how could she possibly plagiarize a regular designer from Born Beauty? It's utterly absurd." Livia was taken aback, her face filled with surprise and confusion as she asked, "What? What did you say?"

Princess Julian explained. She looks pale after what Kiel showed her earlier before they left the Luna's room. The torture and pain that the woman has to go through when she was captured… Princess Julian could not fathom watching that ever again. “Hmm, why have you come to see me when you are the Luna’s guide? The Luna is not with me right now… She resides in her chambers,” Adhler stood up. He squinted his eyes. Adhler had been great in reading how strong another person is— but he could not see the kid’s strength.

She said, shifting to create more space for me. "Adriana, why did you not tell me there would be so much people?" I inched closer to whisper to her, completely forgetting the fact that everyone seated here was a wolf and whispering in such close proximity was no use. "It seems Riana did not mention a word to our guest here," A brunette with an haughty air said, shooting me a look that I translated as her unwillingness to have me in their gathering. "Maya is not a guest, She's the Luna of the Pack and the new leader of the Éclat society, watch your tone Jana." Adriana countered with authority, a tone I was hearing her use for the first time.

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.​

The luna cleared her throat reminding me of her presence and for the first time i,felt my heart miss a beat, i turned to her, she was still seated where she had been since the beginning of my delivery "i hate to interrupt this, whatever you're doing right now, but i think it's high time we talked business" she paused and i looked at my child, she was quiet, i wanted to remain calm but ana warned me otherwise. "you have a beautiful child, one that can keep you company for years, and me? Im just a lonely luna looking for someone to call my own, let's make a

The curtains were drawn, allowing only thin strips of moonlight to spill across the bed, painting everything in soft silver. His fingers traced invisible patterns along my bare arm, slow and deliberate, as though he never wanted the moment to end. “Stay with me,” he murmured, his voice low and warm. “You don’t need anything else, Aria. Not your pack, not the throne. Just me.” I smiled, tilting my head to look at him. Damon had a way of speaking that made everything sound certain like the future was already written, and all I had to do was step into it.

I decided that the best way to know more about the candidates is not to just spend a day with them but go spend a week with each and every one of them until I find the perfect luna. The definition of a perfect luna for me is Isla but I should be able to find someone like her or someone better than her, cause whether I like it or not, I need a luna and Elara needs a mother figure in her life. Sometimes, I wonder if the definition of my perfect luna was wrong cause if it was right, why did she leave me and Elara? Or was I just not enough for her? Was there a way to show her that I love her that I didn’t do?

His father tried to reason. As they spoke, his mother walked into his office. His mother, the luna of the pack, Caua Wolf was a woman in her early fourties. She was only a little over five foot which made her very short compared to her husband and son. She had long brown hair and brown eyes that shone whenever she spoke. She also had very soft features. She was a caring mother and a kind luna. All the people of the pack love her for her good heart, and Rodriguez loved his mom more than anyone else.