The Scarred Luna's Rise From Ashes Novels & Stories

However, he was right here, battling close by his long-term rival, Sebastian, and his pack. An unexpected development got his attention, and he looked as Sienna, her body turned and mutilated by Selene's wizardry, sent off herself at Athena and Sebastian. Scar felt an ache of compassion toward the previous Luna - he had never genuinely believed her, yet even he was unable to envision the torture she should be persevering, her psyche and body under Selene's influence.

I don’t belong here. I don’t belong anywhere. The mark on the back of my shoulder reminds me of the cruel joke life, destiny and the Black Eclipse pack has done to me. Kevin Jameson had really fucked me up. My feet walked faster until I broke into a run. Running as far away as I could from the cold blooded woman named Cena and the omegas in the room with her. Creating a distance until their voices become faint, until I could no longer hear anything other than the sound of my raging heartbeat. The sun started to feel like fire on my skin which did not help the headaches subside.

Sincerity slipped through their defenses because it did not announce itself as an attack. His voice lowered. “You are being watched.” “I know. That is why I stopped.” His expression changed. Scarlett looked beyond him, toward the Alpha wing where Rhea was somewhere inside, perhaps unaware that another scene was being staged around her stolen place. “I was raised to become Luna,” Scarlett said. “Not to become loved.” Maddox did not interrupt. “For a long time, I thought those were separate things. I thought I could survive without the second if I secured the first.”

They saw the woman who had taken fire onto her own body for them. My hand stilled as I reached the old silver scars across her back. The marks left by Glacier’s whip. I compared them to the new burns. The old scars spoke of pain and humiliation. These new ones spoke of pride. She had been forged in flame into a Luna. “Mason?” she asked softly, sensing my hesitation. “I am here,” I answered, leaning closer so my words were for her alone while the children outside began arguing loudly about who had seen the great black wolf first. “You need rest. The children should go eat.”

Lucia trailed behind, a smirk painted across her lips as she gestured mockingly at the scorched remains of what had been Serena’s pyre. Serena felt the fire flare in her chest, hotter, hungrier. Rage and survival intertwined, fusing into something raw, pure, unstoppable. She stepped forward, careful, silent, a shadow among shadows. Her first movement made a twig snap, and she froze. The scouts turned, eyes widening at the ghost they did not yet recognize. Serena’s hands lifted instinctively, the flames answering her unspoken command.

"I won't let you, Alexis. I won't allow you to come between us again. I'm taking back my mate. And I'm taking back my pack. You've held them all in your claws long enough." Alexis straightened. Her expression hardened. "You won't let me?!" She stepped forward, her fists clenched. "You won't let me?! Who the hell do you..." Grace stepped forward as well. The air around her vibrating with strength and dominance. "I AM YOUR LUNA." Alexis took another step forward. She was getting ready to charge again. It was time for me to intervene. I wasn't about to let Alexis lay another finger on Grace. "Thats enough, Alexis. I believe your Luna has spoken."

I had no strength to fight all these adversities hitting me. She set the tray down beside me, not minding that I hadn’t even replied to her greeting. It was as if she didn’t care about that. But of course, she didn’t, and if I ever made a mistake to end up with Nolan, I knew this would be my new life. A Luna who was deeply scarred by a betrayal of the heart and lacked any interest in her position or assignments. But she just stayed locked up in her room every day, with maids bringing in food to at least keep her alive.

“That’s a lie.” The Alpha flinched as if struck. For the first time, selene saw her defenses falter not shattering but cracking enough to glimpse the truth inside. “You saw them,” Luna whispered, her voice like gravel. Selene’s chest tightened. “The scars.” Luna’s eyes closed, shame twisting her features. “They’re all that’s left of the cage I lived in. Every night, I feel them burning again. Every night, I hear his voice.” “His?” Selene pressed gently.

I pleaded, desperation evident in my voice. Lyra, standing beside Lucian, wore a smug expression. "She's lying, Lucian. She's just trying to save herself. I saw her near my cup that night." I shot Lyra a look of disbelief. "I was nowhere near your cup! You're lying to take everything from me, just like you always wanted." Lucian, torn between his mate and his Luna, struggled to comprehend the situation. "Give me one reason why I shouldn't believe Lyra," he demanded.

the women answered in unison. Luna Selene slowly looked back at Nala. Without another word, she reached down and lifted the hem of her fine silk shirt, exposing a jagged scar carved just above her belly button. Several women gasped out loud. Tears welled up in Luna Selene's eyes, shining under the morning sun. Then, a triumphant smile spread across her lips. "During the rogue war, many years ago, I too chose death once," Luna Selene confessed, her voice thick with emotion. "And it saved my life."