This Luna Threw Away Her Collar Novels & Stories

I gasped as I watched the glittering metal fly downwards and dropped by the bluish swimming pool. Oh! I can’t lose it, it meant a lot to me? I rushed out of the room rushing down the long stairs of campus, my footwear making loud sounds. Outside was so cold, I headed towards the pool not giving a damn about the chills the cold sent down my spine. A group of boys gathered there. There might be up to eight or something. A blonde-haired guy stood in the middle holding my bracelet. He spoke with a Spanish accent while the other guys laughed pointing at the bracelet.

She knows we are here. We wait for Rebel to make an appearance. When I hear a scream and a struggle. I turn my head and see Luna resisting as she is dragged out of one of the houses. She is screaming and swearing up a storm, calling the woman who has hold of her a cunt and that she will kill her. The woman just laughs at her as she shoves her forward. Luna stumbles when the man with the gold tooth removes her binds. “Hold your positions.” I hear in my ear. We are all wearing earpieces and bullet-proof vests, just in case.

Luna got to her feet, breathing hard. “Then they can try.” He lunged again. She sidestepped, caught his arm, and used his momentum to slam him into the stone pillar. The crack was loud. Scar went down, dazed. Luna straddled him, knife at his throat. “Who sent you?” “No one,” he wheezed. “We just hate you.” Luna didn’t believe him. But it didn’t matter anymore. She ended it quick. --- By midnight, the packhouse was secure.

Stopping beside him, she spoke calmly, “Is there anything I can help you with?” Her eyes softened slightly as she continued, “I am the Luna. I’m supposed to help you carry the responsibilities of the pack.” For a brief moment, silence filled the area around them. Aurora waited for Damien to answer. But he said nothing. Instead— Cassandra laughed softly. A mocking sound. Aurora slowly turned toward her. Cassandra crossed her arms elegantly before speaking. “Who do you think you are?” Aurora’s expression hardened slightly. Cassandra stepped closer.

Becoming Luna would give me access to getting better care for her. "I am sorry," I said instead and squeezed my hands as I sobbed. "I am sorry Paula. I didn't know.... the betrayal." It was hard to speak when I was sobbing my whole heart was out. "It is too late" she said in a defeated voice and my head hung in shame. "I have packed your things." My head snapped up. "Paula!" "You have to leave now." "I know.... I just want to..." "You cannot wait even a single moment. They came for you last night. They will come again and....."

Her words followed me into the night, and I clutched them close as I made my way home through the dark. I was halfway to the front door when I saw Lena standing by the gate, her arms crossed over her chest. She looked at me with something between amusement and contempt, her lips curling into a smile that didn't reach her eyes. "Out for a walk, Luna?" she asked, her voice sweet and mocking. I said nothing, trying to walk past her, but she stepped into my path and blocked my way. "You should know something," she said, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Barren Lunas who can't give their mates children should know when to step aside. You're nothing but a burden to him. A reminder of everything he

"Did I ever say I was giving her to you?" The living room went quiet. Vera tightened her grip on Luna, and her eyes reddened. "If Eva doesn't want to part with her, forget it. "It's fine if I live by myself. I just might get a little scared at night." Allen frowned at once. "Don't overthink it. Eva isn't saying she won't let you have Luna." Leo picked up a pair of scissors and cut the old tag off Luna's collar. It had my name and number engraved on it.

Eighteen years of believing I came from nothing doesn't unlearn itself because a dying man says he recognizes my face. "I don't remember her," I say, quiet, clear. "Or you." He nods once, slow, like he expected exactly that answer. A nurse steps forward from a corner I hadn't noticed, carrying a small wooden box balanced on both palms. She sets it on the blanket and retreats without a word. Corwin's fingers shake opening the lid. Inside, nestled in faded velvet, is a silver pendant on a chain worn thin and smooth — a crescent moon, the metal gone soft the way silver goes soft when it's been held too many times by hands that couldn't put it down.

Without waiting for another word of condemnation, he snatches the spare cardigan from the trembling butler's hands, firmly grabs Luna's wrist, and strides toward the exit. Just before stepping over the threshold, Luna pauses. Glancing back over her shoulder at the furious parents, she bows her head slightly. "Goodbye, Mr. and Mrs. Vane." Neither of them offers a single word in reply. The autumn wind sweeping across the sprawling courtyard bites much harder than the air inside. Marcus shakes out the soft cashmere cardigan and drapes it over her shivering shoulders. "Put this on." Luna accepts it hesitantly. "This belongs to Stella. Will she be angry that I took it?"

Vincent was my mate, and Cecilia was my six-year-old daughter. They both ignored me and went straight to Fiona's bedside. My daughter held a polished moonstone bracelet in her small hands. She leaned against Fiona's bed and said, "Aunt Fiona, I made this for you myself. Happy birthday." Vincent looked at her with a gentle expression, and he placed a crown on Fiona's head. "This Silvermoon Crown is my birthday gift to you." My chest tightened. That crown was supposed to represent the Luna's legacy, and now it was on my sister's head.