The Value Of The Infertile Luna Novels & Stories

-RAINA'S POV- "Your womb is ……. perfect. You are fertile. Bring me the infertility report now." Luna Sianna informed us, crossing one arm across her chest with the other hand under her chin. No way! It’s impossible! Disbelief swelled hot the back of my eyes. I was dumbfounded. Shoving away my bloated emotions, I answered slowly, "It-it's upstairs.” "Go and get it." Her tone was laden with authority and anger.

asked Fiona. "Yes, my lady. The alpha and luna are still alive, but they are weak, just as we need them to be. They have enough blood to perform the ritual. Their wolves are weak and will not be a problem for us. Additionally, we have all the spells needed for the transfer of powers with the moon goddess medallion that we have been keeping for years. Nothing can go wrong; everything is in place, my lady," said Laura.

“I think she didn’t die, she is back. I said and he took a swift turn to look at me before signalling with his hand asking who was back. “The rightful Luna of the Pack and betrothed to the Alpha Karl is back but the only thing is she has lost her memory and can’t remember anything, I even heard Alpha Karl call her Avery I guess it’s a name he gave to her to have an identity,” I said waiting for a reaction because we had somehow plotted and I had made sure to do the job of taking Naya Rose the supposed Luna out and so she wouldn’t ever come back but I was wrong I didn’t kill her.

She was the best and only mate I would have and no one else. As I finished my speech which was longer than anyone else. We were ready to bury her so she became one with the earth. But before we could do that, an unknown woman walked into the funeral room, “What are you guys doing?“ The woman asked in a confused tone. “Sorry, we are not seeing anyone today, we're having a funeral for the Luna.” A fellow warrior said. “Funeral?... for who?“ She questioned “Our Luna, Jackqualine Moon” Jacob answered.

A child. In the wolf's head, Astra laughed in shock each time she thought about it. She, Astra Tomasi lost her first fruit all because a stupid bitch refused to accept the fact that she, Astra was the true luna. In a way, this was Izan's fault. If he hadn't mistreated her making the pack think she was nothing but a rag doll to mess with, Seline wouldn't have dared to challenge her and now, she had lost her three weeks pregnancy.

he whispers. "Let you?" I ask, a bit shaky. "Let me make you my Luna," he says with a low guttural voice that brings goosebumps to my skin. "I don't know how that works… don't your other wives have more rights to become the Luna before me?" I ask as I hold myself from kissing him. "No one, ever, can have more rights than a true mate… and you are my mate, my true mate, my human mate. You are mine Enna… let me make you mine…" his plea is mixed with an order, and my heart can't stop beating hard.

The pack had turned me into a spectacle, a cursed joke, a Luna who couldn’t fulfill her most sacred duty. They called me barren Luna to my face. They laughed as if my womb was nothing but dead soil. Some even nicknamed me beautiful firewood—useless except to be burned, admired from afar but worthless up close. I lost count of the nights I sat awake in our cold bed, my body aching from endless tears, pressing my hands against my stomach, begging the Moon Goddess to grant me just one child. Just one. But every month, my womb betrayed me. Every month, my period reminded me of my failure.

I held her gaze and asked again, “Tell me the truth. Am I pitiful?” “My Lady, you are not pitiful...” At that moment, I realized she would never admit it, even if it were true. I had once expected so much from our friendship, but her loyalty belonged to the Alpha King. “I am the queen, yet I am no better than a flower vase in a brothel. I am forbidden from acting as the Luna of the pack. I am hated by the man I married and abandoned by my own family. Do you still think I am not pitiful?” I asked helplessly.

There was something unreadable in his eyes. "Who? Me." “Just like our marriage, Luna." The said calmly. “$250.000.” Luna blinked. “What?” “Once you have a baby…” His tone lowered. “You can name your price.” The silence that followed was explosive. “WHATT?!!” Luna stood up so fast the blanket slid to the floor. “Does that mean you’re going to pay me to have your child?” Her voice trembled — not with fear, but outrage. “No! I don’t want to have a child with you!”

The stories still circled the pack, whispered with venom and curiosity. When the burden of being Luna became too heavy, when Alpha Johnson stopped accepting her, Helen’s mother had nearly turned into a servant within her own home. The rumors claimed it was because she and Alpha Johnson were not true mates he had chosen her, mated with her by his own will, and when the initial love faded, there was nothing left. The bond was shallow, fragile. The pack members had complained, murmuring that it was doomed from the beginning, because only a chosen mate bond could hold true.