Romans & histoires The Rejected Luna, The Hidden Heiress

They both had participated in a play in college and they were enacting it out for Vera especially. The story was about a Luna who was rejected by her Alpha mate and cheated too. Poor Luna was heartbroken and left his pack without a second glance at him. Later on she met a handsome Alpha who happened to be her second chance mate. The surprising element of the story was that the Luna was a secret heiress of an Alpha King. 'Verena, doesn't that sound just like our story? It's like they're retelling our story differently to us.' Verity exclaimed as the play was still on going.

Luna smiled, "Aunt Renee, I heard Pierre is in the hospital. I came to check on him." Renee forced a smile. "You're so thoughtful. Come in." Renee actually liked Luna a lot. She always knew Luna liked Pierre, and she liked Luna, too. Although Luna was not as beautiful as Shelly, she was the heiress of the Jewells. If Pierre married Luna, it would benefit both Pierre and Alfonso Holdings greatly. Moreover, Luna genuinely loved Pierre. Unlike Shelly, who just used Pierre as a backup. She never liked Shelly.

“What… What on earth are you talking about? “Aura is the real heiress of the Landry family, and this was all proven with a DNA test. “Luna is my birth sister… It’s not that I’m fine with her getting married to a cripple; I just—” Just as she was about to make up an excuse for her behavior, the microphone was shoved into Luna’s hands. Luna clutched the microphone with sweaty hands. She was not used to lying in front of so many people, but…since Malcolm had already said his piece, she had no choice but to go along with it.

“What's a Luna doing, working as a paralegal under a fake name?” I swallowed. “Surviving.” He stood then, walking around the desk with the smooth, controlled movement of a predator who knew exactly how close his prey could get before it bolted. He sat on the edge of the desk, too close, forcing me to look up at him. “You’re fascinating,” he said softly. “A Luna who rejected her Alpha. Who stole his heirs? Who hid among humans for three years.” His lips curved. “I’ve never met anyone quite like you.”

But something was wrong. He didn’t smile. His gaze did not soften when it met mine. It felt distant. “Iris, daughter of Kael,” the elder said, “do you take Alpha Damon as your mate?” “I do.” My voice held. I meant it. The elder turned. “Alpha Damon, do you take Iris as your mate and Luna?” Silence. Too long. The crowd murmured A whisper rose. Damon stepped forward. Then he turned to face them all. “I reject this union,” he said. “The Moon Goddess does not bless a broken Luna.”

"He is the bridge. If one side falls, he will never be whole." A sudden, massive explosion rocked the chamber. The glass floor shattered, and the High Luna stepped through the smoke. She looked like a goddess of winter, her hair a mane of spun silver, her eyes two diamonds that carried the chill of the stars. In her hand, she held the Silver-Crest locket, its red ruby glowing with a malevolent, pulsing light. "The heresy ends tonight," the High Luna announced, her voice a sound of pure, celestial music that made Lyra’s ears bleed.

she smiled. "Yet you're doing it flawlessly," he pecked her forehead. "You flatter me," she giggled. After few minutes, they were called back inside and Ro fought against getting swallowed by the tense air. She shouldn't quiver now, they shouldn't notice or find a weakness in her. "With the help of Alpha Kieran, you have done a good job in convincing us." Ro's face lit up. "But–" and her face fell. "You are the first omega to become a luna in centuries. For this reason, we expect alot from you. Do not fail us."

I had dreamed of him coming to find me, apologizing, and taking me back. But I wasn't eighteen anymore. I caught his wrist before he could touch me. My grip was like iron. Ashren’s eyes widened. He tried to pull back, but he couldn't. I was stronger than him. The "weak" girl he had banished was now holding an Alpha in place with one hand. "Do not touch me," I said softly. My voice was dangerous. "And do not rewrite history to make yourself feel better. You didn't reject me because you were young. You rejected me because I was an embarrassment. You wanted a trophy, Luna. You wanted strength."