Novel & Cerita Their Warrior Luna

But that's none of our concern what he does with his loins and plants his seeds, Alphas have been known to keep mistresses on the side even after mated and marked with their Lunas, what I don't understand is how the Luna's can bare such pain while being cheated on their mates, such a shame but what can I do, it is indeed immoral but certainly not illegal to do. " Now here is what I intend to do, we have no idea when circumstances will arise or we will may have need for war so in the mean time we shall prepare, I will dispatch Royal Guards to each of your territories, One Guard is the equavalent of Three Wolves so for every Three Warrior from your packs I will send a Royal Guard, the aim bein

It was like my body was being separated and pulled. I couldn't think straight;t I was in agony. I did not know what happened to me, but I became a walking robot. I only follow instructions. Anything I was asked was what I did. I noticed one day that he was wearing a mask, the face of my science teacher, like his natural face was hidden. But I never cared. My only work was to take instructions and be used as a test object until, one day, he told me to go on a mission with his son. I noticed that his son was one of his experiments too while the woman carrying him was dead already, we both went in that mission and got separated that was how I ended up in the forest in the middle of nowhere I st

Their movements were fluid, a dance of precision and power, as they seamlessly integrated into the ongoing clash. Luna's eyes widened with surprise and wonder as the newcomers joined forces with Nampa's soldiers against the hunters. Alpha Burst, his focus momentarily diverted from the immediate threat, shared Luna's expression of bewilderment. The warriors, clad in battle-worn armor, fought with a grace and strength that set them apart from the sinister group's minions.

"I will try." Luna's force departed first, thirty-three warriors moving at speed toward the western forest where smoke already rose to the sky. I watched them go, knowing some would not return. My own team assembled quickly. Twenty warriors, mostly veterans who understood suicide missions. We carried light armor and weapons designed for speed over protection. "Move out," I commanded. As we ran toward the eastern border where Garrett waited with his hostage, I felt Aria's anguish through the mate bond. She stood on the wall watching us leave, torn between duty and family.

We'd been out here for hours, but when my warriors saw that I wasn't leaving, then they didn't either. "Alpha." One warrior mind linked me. "Yeah." I answer, stopping where I was. And trying to see who was talking to me. But they were too far away from me to actually see them. "North side of the territory." The warrior says. "What have you got?" I asked. "Luna Aurora." He says.

The Darkmoon warriors were having breakfast at a table set up for them, near the packhouse, and when they saw Luna's eyes on them, they got up and greeted her, respectfully. She smiles at them seductively and approaches, placing her hand on the chest of one of them. - Are you all well served here? Do any of you need anything else? - she asks with second and third intentions. The warriors smell the arousal in the air and become uncomfortable. The warrior she was touching, steps back, and politely says: - Yes luna, your mate, the alpha, received us well. She frowns in disappointment, and turns her back on them.

When the door finally opened, there was a gasp as Shadow walked in, and behind him, with her head held high, and fire in her eyes, strode Isabella. Shadow took his seat at the head of the table, and Lucy made to get out of Bella's chair, but the Luna shook her head, deciding instead to stand behind her mate. Her fiery hair was braided in rows, and the traditional barbed wire of the warrior woman snaked its way through each braid, tapering off down her back. Black coal rimmed her violet eyes in the mark of the head female, and her outfit was black and tight, but all the warriors knew from experience how many weapons could be hidden within the warrior's garb. Even if she had shouted from the r

That was the wrong thing to say. Luna had been quiet until that point, but she sure set Trevor straight. She reminded him she was a top-ranked elite warrior, and she has never let her mate fight any battle on his own. She never hides in the safe house. She guarded the safe house as is the job of a luna, to protect her pack. The look on Trevor’s face was priceless when he realized that the excuse he used to reject me is exactly what would have made me a good Luna. After the Luna finished putting Trevor in his place for thinking that she would run and hide from a fight, Alpha continued trying to show Trevor his error in judgment and how he had lost the respect of the pack.

another warrior says and my warriors all nod. “And don’t get us started on how she’ll make your ears bleed if you disregard her instructions,” yet another warrior pipes in, shaking his head. I look up and see Alpha Harold watching my warriors talk about their Luna. “Well, you heard them. Apparently, answering to Alpha Warren’s Luna is worse than answering to me, so if you act like fools, I’m going to let her treat you like fools. She doesn’t sound like the kind of woman who appreciates fools.” “No she doesn’t,” I say proudly.

Let them accept her challenges and step onto the mat. She'd end them. All of them. And she'd do it legally. Properly. In full accordance with pack law. And when it was over, when seven conspirators lay defeated, broken, taught the lesson they desperately needed, pack would know. Everyone would know. Luna wasn't just Pakhan's mate. Wasn't just omega. Wasn't just pretty face or political alliance. Luna was warrior. Protector. Someone willing to be brutal, absolutely brutal, to protect family.