This Luna Threw Away Her Collar Novels & Stories

“This thing is working.” Just as I was about to stand, the door burst open. “Hi, Aria!” Lara’s voice filled the room. I almost jumped out of my skin. My heart thumped hard. “The day you learn to knock,” I said, trying to sound calm even though I was still catching my breath, “I think the Moon Goddess herself will have to appear to you.” She laughed, brushing her curly hair back as she closed the door behind her. “Maybe once I find my mate, I’ll learn to knock.”

Luigi walked over, tossing the ring on the ground. It was the ring she had bought herself three years ago. It was stained with black ash. I pressed it tightly to my chest. I got late, Freya. If I had brought you to Santorini three years ago, none of this would have happened. I returned to the pack with Freya's ashes. My parents helped me release the obituary, #Luna Freya died due to complications with childbirth. # The entire pack was engulfed in a somber atmosphere.

"You smell so amazing." Luna snatched the pen and threw it away, "I hate you," she rolled her eyes and tried to get out of his hold. Arthur laughed as Luna snatched the pen away, amused by her embarrassment. "Hate me? I think we both know that's not true." He watched her roll her eyes and try to escape his hold, but his grip on her legs only tightened. "Where do you think you're going, blossom?" "let me go," she said and tried to push him away.

My fist tightened, but it was of no use, no one is going to believe a word from me. “Killian,” I called, my voice cracking. “Please—” “Enough.” he silenced me again, sending deadly glares at me. I knew better than to say another word. “By my decree as Alpha,” he said, raising his chin, “You are hereby stripped of your title as Luna and banished from the Blue moon Pack.” My mouth opened wide, the tears I've been trying to hold in, fell freely trailing down my cheek. No, this can't be happening.

Clara’s expression darkened. Something dangerous moved behind her eyes. Too many pieces were moving. Too many questions. And questions ruined lies. Luna finally climbed into the car. She touched the necklace again. Clara noticed. “Why do you keep holding it?” Luna looked down. “I almost lost it.” Clara started the engine. “You didn’t.” Luna nodded. Silence stretched. Then quietly she asked, “Did my mother ever wear moon necklaces?” Clara’s hands froze on the wheel.

Then the councilmember turns to Darius's table. "We will require testimony from Luna Lila Vane. As the alleged mother, her account is primary." A silence. Darius's lawyer leans down. Whispers. Darius's expression does not change but something moves behind his eyes. Rapid calculation. "Luna Lila is unavailable at this time—" "She is available," says a voice from the back of the chamber. Every head turns. Lila walks in. She is dressed simply. No Luna jewelry. No Darius colors. Her face is the careful blankness of a woman who has decided something and is not going back.

"I took you in out of a fool's pity, but you’re a lightning rod for nothing but trouble! You’re scaring off my real customers and turning my heritage into a circus. Give me the vest, Luna. You’re done. Get out and don't ever darken my door again!" Luna stood frozen, her breath hitching as Miller literally stripped the orange vest off her trembling shoulders. She stood there in her tattered, grease-stained civilian clothes, exposed, humiliated, and jobless once again. By midnight, Luna was a shadow on a park bench, her hands tucked into her armpits for a warmth that wouldn't come. Her phone buzzed—a burner device she'd bought with her last few dollars. It was an encrypted message from an unkn

I held her shoulders to push her back when the door of my study was thrown open. A shiver ran up my spine as my heart slowed down. Jenna was standing there, eyes red and hands twitching beside her. "Luna!" While I sat there befuddled, Liza got up and adjusted her clothes. "Don't misunderstand us, Luna. Jace had a loose thread coming out of his collar. I was just removing it." Jenna hardly listened to her. Her teary and shocked eyes lingered on my neck. At the mark of Liza's lipstick precisely.

I'm the only Luna who has had her marking ceremony canceled 22 times. The first time, Cosmo Greymark's childhood sweetheart, Tallulah Lycaon, claims she has been attacked by rogues. He panics and abandons me. The second time, she calls him just as he's about to mark me, and he leaves to answer her call. Every single time, Cosmo promises it'll never happen again and swears he'll make it up to me with an even grander marking ceremony. Yet, whenever we are about to hold the ceremony, something always happens to Tallulah. At my 23rd marking ceremony, I calmly take off my crown amid everyone's mocking laughter. Three days ago, the Cecil Institute sent me an invitation to a ten-year closed-d

The rustic metal smell filled her nostrils. She abruptly opened her eyes and tried to get out of bed. “You love to sleep, don’t you?” Carson chuckled, placing the food tray on the side of the table. Luna kept her head down, and then she realized—her collar was gone. She was free. Her hand instinctively reached for her neck. Relief washed over her as she touched the now bare skin. “Don’t get too excited. It was removed because you got sick.” Carson blankly stared at her before grabbing her chin and making her look at him. “But if you don’t behave, I can promise to put it back on. You got that?”