This Luna Threw Away Her Collar Novels & Stories

I was about to speak when Cassandra suddenly decided this was the right moment to open that fat mouth of hers. "This is all... Sad and all, but I really have to start going home now. It's getting kinda late." She mumbled, hugging herself while looking down at her stained white dress. "I also need a change of clothes like... Right now." I held my tongue, not wishing to exchange words with the tramp, but someone else beat me to it. "Young woman, have some compassion!" Luna Laria hollered with a flabbergasted tone. "Someone's life might potentially be at risk here, and you're talking about 'change of clothes.’"

Luna snapped before abruptly ending the call. I stared at her in disbelief, struggling to contain my laughter. “What?” she demanded, her tone tinged with irritation. “How did you know he was wearing the same things?” I finally managed to ask, still incredulous. “It had to be him, and I was absolutely right. I told him never to take them off,” Luna replied matter-of-factually. I nodded slowly, a silent ‘aha’ forming on my lips. As Luna rejected another call from Chase, my phone began to ring, displaying his name. Before I could even consider accepting it, Luna swiftly declined the call, her frustration evident. Suppressing a grin, I watched as she shut down yet another attempt from Chase to r

“If you weren’t pregnant, I would have thrown you into the cells without food or water.” Without another word, Xavier turns around and walks out of the room, leaving me standing there shattered and the moment the door closes behind him, my knees finally give out and I collapse onto the floor crying. The fact that he called Bianca his Luna hurts more than I ever imagined it would because deep down, despite all the hatred and rejection, some foolish part of me had still held onto the title fate had given me. I can’t understand how my life became this miserable or what I had done that was so unforgivable that the goddess herself seems determined to punish me endlessly.

Jasmine’s POV "Who do you think you are!" The manager yelled at me. "Your Luna!" They were all shocked by my answer. The manager had a look of fear on his face for a moment then he frowned and chuckled. "That is the funniest thing I have ever heard. What would the Luna of the eclipse pack be doing with that thief and lowlife" He scowled at me and then turned to the security guards. "Get them!" I pulled the collar of my shirt down to show them the mark of the Luna on my neck and their eyes widened. They immediately went down on their knees. "Luna" the guards hollered. "Please forgive us"

He'd grown sick of me, and I'd grown exhausted from pretending not to care. I forced myself to meet his gaze, to stand still and listen as his voice cut into me like shards of glass. "Now that Lily's back, you should understand—she's the only one who can be Luna in my heart. Don't tell me you're trying to sabotage our bond severance by playing the victim in front of my dad." My throat burned. A tremor ran through me as disbelief flooded my chest, tears welling despite my efforts to hold them back. Why? Why did Aaron always have to misunderstand me?

"I'll clean them with your aid. Some people still bear the scars of their lies. As he tossed her a rag, Luna's hands shook. Kneeling next to one of the hooks, she brushed dust off the gleaming metal. She felt a chill go up her arm as her fingers touched the collar. Images of faces yelling, wide eyes, and mouths making unheard pleas flashed behind her eyes. She reclaimed her hand. "Avoid lingering," the warden said. "They recall suffering. It clings. Cloth brushed on cold, cursed steel as she pushed herself to continue moving. She couldn't make out the tiny words, but the buzz of magic whispered with every movement until one collar whispered her name. Luna. She stopped. She glanced at the war

Each word hit Luna like a punch to the gut; her body trembled and her teeth ground so hard a silver filling almost cracked. The followers who had been righteously denouncing Autumn went pale when they realized Luna wore an ankle monitor. "No way, Luna’s actually got an ankle monitor? I heard those are for suspects under external supervision. How dare she call others thieves?" "Right, we just went along with it for Miss White’s sake. With so many people watching now, how embarrassing." "Colin’s the head of our biggest client. If we offend him, my dad will kill me. It’s all Luna’s fault; let’s beat her up."

“careful now, Luna. I don’t think that ‘thing’ you’re carrying agrees with that statement.” Her stomach twisted. “Don’t call me that again. I’m not a Luna anymore.” Something like pain flickered in his eyes. “The mark says otherwise.” She looked down at her wrist. The crescent mark on her wrist was glowing, brighter, sharper and clearer. It was alive now. “I was stripped of my title,” she whispered, her voice cracking. “They said I killed my mate.” Dax’s voice softened. “No you didn’t.” “How do you know?” she asked, eyes glimmering with something like hope. “You weren’t even there.”

A woman behind her whispered urgently, trying to call her back, but the child kept walking until she stood a few steps from Rhea. The hall quieted again. Darian moved, then stopped when Rhea lifted one hand. The little girl looked up at her with wide, frightened eyes. In her small fist was a black ribbon. Rhea’s chest tightened. The child held it out. “I don’t know why,” she whispered. “But I think the Luna gave me one just like it.” The world seemed to stop. Rhea stared at the ribbon.

She jumped up and ran over, extending her frail arms around my neck she let out a joyous squeal. "Luna Maeve, we are so thrilled you made it back safely! We were all so worried about you." She exclaimed. As she pulled away from the embrace I noted the chain collar that was still around her neck. Looking over her shoulder at the women behind her, noting they all still had theirs on as well. My eyes turned to meet Alpha Bain's. "Could you find someone to remove their chains please? I asked. He in turn looked over at Luca who simply replied "on it." Giving a military salute before wandering away.