The Wolfless Luna's Dragon Heart Novels & Stories

I knew it wasn't safe for me, but I believed I was doing it all for my mate. the next day came in a flash, I met him again, telling him I was born wolfless and I didn't have a pack. I was trained in an orphanage and didn't know where I hale from. he took me in, taking me to his pack and introducing me as his Luna. I already knew my father would find out about me, he never called or texted but astra told me he disowned me and made her alpha queen. I didn't have a problem because I was enjoying my perfect life with my mate.

Luna’s heart felt like it might stop beating after hearing Draco’s words. Her eyes widened, her lips parted in shock. Goosebumps prickled her skin as she watched the massive lion standing beside Nigel. Luna’s delicate fingers gripped Draco’s shirt tightly. She was terrified. And it wasn’t just her—Delcy and Elsa, trapped inside the iron cage, were just as frightened. Draco’s threat was no joke. The huge male lion looked savage and menacing. Delcy and Elsa trembled in fear inside their cage.

"Your touch and the love in your heart is all I need, little wolf." She startled to hear him call her that. "...like werewolves we live within each other, Dean and I, we are of one being, one mind, one soul. To be intimate is a shared moment." She blushed and looked away, hugging herself in her mortified embarrassment. "Yeah, I get that..." "So you think an Omega Wolf is not worthy of a Dragon? Do you wish me to reject you?" She looked up at him alarmed.

But even in seclusion, they were feared. And Kiara’s mother had been the worst of all. The last full-blooded dragon. Royalty by birth. A queen with wings the color of obsidian and flame, a mind sharp as war steel, and a daughter born of fire and wolf. She represented the past. Her child? A terrifying future. So the wolves called it treason. They brought silver and soldiers. And the dragons—few, scattered, diluted—burned bright… but not long. They fell not because they were weak.

He stood, head thrown back, laughing into the red night. “She’s mine again.” --- Kael didn’t wait. He shifted into his wolf mid-run, black fur shimmering under the red moon. His warriors followed, howling through the woods as they stormed toward the source of the dark energy. He would not let her be taken. Not again. --- Luna’s mind was a battlefield. Her consciousness floated in darkness, surrounded by whispers, claws, and Dren’s voice slithering around her. “Let me in, sweet thing. Stop fighting. You know how good it felt. My touch. My command.”

And as the moon crowned her in silver light, Selene knew the story had ended as it must. She was not theirs to claim, not his to discard, not anyone’s to bind. She was her own. The White Wolf Luna.

“Pretend you never saw me. Pretend I’m dead. Whatever you need to do to be able to put it all behind you.” “Freya…you’re my real Luna,” I said quietly, and Freya stood there, jaw slacked. I needed to convince her, but how? She was being so goddamned obtuse and weird which made me want her even more. The burning desire flowing through my body and my wolf beckoning for me to reach out and take her into my arms… but I couldn’t just do that. I had to be patient.

She wouldn't even give me a chance to. The thought evaporated as my eyes caught something. Not something. Someone. I stopped shot. A she-wolf with an auburn-colored fur waited in the distance. She stood where Keira and I last saw each other. She was poised and ready for whatever was to happen tonight. The sight was spellbinding and took my breath away. Orion whimpered with excitement at the sight of our mate. For a moment, I was deeply confused. This was a Luna wolf alright. And she did not look ill one bit. Then I recalled the doctor's tale. The Moon was at its peak. Which meant that Aria was healthy, strong, and a true Luna tonight.

The warm air kissed her exposed skin, and she let the nightgown fall into full view—thin, nearly see-through, her nipples pressing against the fabric, no underwear in sight. Kendrick’s eyes darkened. He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing like he was trying to force down a scream. Mira spread her legs slowly, letting the light hit her wet center. Her voice came soft, like a secret. “I need warmth.” His body responded before his brain could argue. He took a slow, shaky step forward. This is dangerous, he thought. Nicolas may not love her… but no man wants to share his Luna. It had gutted him when Nicolas marked her—his wolf had howled for days. But what choice did he have? Mira had her r

I smiled. "Alright pumpkin, I'll have to go now, be ready by 6pm" he said and ended the call. I breathe out. I pray the meeting goes well. Even I'm very sure his father won't like me. I'm an illegitimate child and also wolfless. How would he want a Wolfless girl as a Luna for his son. No alpha would allow that. Lunas are supposed to be strong and powerful in order to support the alpha in ruling the pack. No one wants a weak fellow standing behind their alpha.