Rise & Reign Of The Forsaken Luna
Elara lived in fear as a forgotten omega. Her life shattered when Alpha Justin, her fated mate, formally rejected her and left her for dead in a lonely, boring world. But fortunately for Elara, betrayal only gave way for a rare, ancient power within her.
Barely alive, Elara was found by Alpha Fenris Stone, the dark, powerful leader of the Shadowood Pack. Under his watchful eye, her wounds healed, and a threatening power tied to the Moon Goddess exploded. Elara is reborn, transforming into the prophesied Queen Luna.
Now, she must return to confront the Alpha who wronged her, reclaim her destiny, and embrace the fierce love of the warrior who saw her true strength.
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Chapter 5
Her perfume hung in the air: a thin, unpleasant smel in the dark woods. My blood ran cold. She was here.
I didn't think so. I ran.
My feet, once weak and tired, were silent now on the forest floor. The Lumina Mark on my wrist pulsed, a quiet sound leading me from the inside. I did not go to my cabin. I went to Fenris's.
I burst through his door without knocking, and in an instant, he was on his feet, a knife in his hand, his eyes sharp.
"Elara?"
"She's here," I gasped, my hand on my chest. "Lyra. I smelled her. In the woods."
Fenris did not question me. He moved to the door, sniffing the air. His face grew dark. "You are right." He turned to me, his gaze intense. "Did she see you?"
"I don't know. I saw a glint, like metal. Then I smelled her and ran."
He put a hand on my shoulder. The touch was steadying. "You did well. Alert, not reckless." He stepped outside and let out a low, short howl. It wasn't loud, but it carried. Within moments, three of his warriors appeared from the shadows.
"We have a viper in our garden," Fenris said, his voice low and growling. "Moonstone scent. Find her. Bring her to me. Alive."
The warriors nodded and melted back into the trees.
"Will they find her?" I asked, my voice small.
"This is our territory. She is clumsy. They will find her." He looked at me. "This changes things. Justin is getting desperate. Sending his puppet here is a bold, stupid move."
"What does he want?"
"Confirmation. He heard rumors. He needs to know if Queen Luna is real. And if it's you."
The thought of Justin's eyes on me again sent a shiver down my spine. "What do we do?
"We wait," Fenris said. "And we prepare."
It wasn't a long wait. An hour later, two warriors returned with a struggling Lyra between them. They threw her to the ground in the centre of the clearing near Fenris's cabin.
She raised her face, perfect hair disheveled, costly clothes torn by thorns. There was a flicker of fear in her eyes quickly replaced by her usual arrogance at the sight of me.
"You," she spat. "I should have known. Hiding in the dirt with these... rogues."
Fenris stepped forward, his presence silencing her. "Why are you in my territory, Moonstone wolf?"
Lyra lifted her chin. "I was separated from my patrol. I got lost."
"You are a liar," Fenris said, his voice flat. "You were watching her." He gestured to me.
"I don't know what you're talking about. That thing is nothing: Justin rejected her. She is nobody."
A warmth spread through my chest. Her words didn't hurt anymore, just sounded pathetic.
"She is your Queen," Fenris said, and his voice dropped dangerously. "And you will show respect."
Lyra actually laughed. "Queen? Of what? This pile of leaves? Justin was right. You're all insane."
I finally spoke, my voice calm and clear. It surprised even me. "Why did you come here, Lyra?"
She glared at me. "To see if the rumors were true. That you somehow survived. Justin didn't believe it. But I knew. I always knew you were a rat. It's hard to kill.
"So, you came to finish the job?" I asked.
"I came to see for myself." Her eyes fell to my wrist, where the Lumina Mark was barely visible. Her smirk vanished. "What is that?"
"That," Fenris said, "is your death sentence if you ever come near her again." He nodded to his warriors. "Search for her. Then take her to the border. Let her run back to her Alpha with a message."
One warrior held her while the other roughly searched her pockets. He pulled out a small, sleek phone.
"No!" Lyra cried, struggling.
Fenris took the phone. He showed me the screen. It was open to the camera. There were pictures. Blurry but clear enough. A picture of me. A picture of Fenris. A picture of us training in the clearing.
"Proof," I whispered, cold dread filling me.
Fenris crushed the phone in his hand. "The message is this," he said to Lyra, his face inches from hers. "Tell Justin Blackwood that his time is ending. Queen Luna has risen. And she is coming for him."
The warriors dragged off the screaming, struggling Lyra into the dark.
Her cries subsided, but the silence she left in the wake was heavy. The proof was gone, but the threat remained. Justin knew it.
Fenris turned to me: "We have no time now. He will come. Soon."
My heart was a hammer in my chest. "What do we do?
"We fight," he said simply. He strode over to a large chest against the wall and threw it open. Inside were weapons. Knives, bows, strange blades. "But not like before. You are the key. Your light is the weapon."
He produced two short, sleek daggers. They shone with a soft inner light. Like my Mark.
"Lumina-forged steel," he said, handing them to me. They were light in my hands. They felt right. "They will bite deeper than any other blade against his wolves."
Then he was giving orders, his voice sharp and clear. Wolves materialized out of the darkness. He sent them off running: to alert the scouts, to guard the borders, to prepare the traps.
The quiet woods now teemed with activities. I could feel the energy shift. It was no longer a place to hide; it was now a fortress.
"Your training is over," Fenris said, his eyes on mine. "This is the real thing. Are you ready?"
I looked at the blades in my hands. I felt the Mark pulse on my wrist. The cold fear was gone. Replaced by a steady, real heat. Lyra's words meant nothing. I was not a fool.
I was not just anybody. I was the storm about to break.
I met his gaze, my own voice steady. "I am ready." I looked at Fenris. "He knows now." Fenris met my gaze, his green eyes burning with determination. "Good. Let him fear what comes in the night."
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8.0
Everyone in the Shadowfang Pack knew that Alpha Kael was fiercely devoted to his Luna.
To save me, he had sacrificed his own soul to shadow magic.
He had endured the agony of being flayed alive, just to keep me breathing.
He had torn open his own heart, feeding me his blood, just so we could be together.
For three hundred years, I firmly believed I was his Luna, his other half.
But now, I was looking right at him. Kael, my Kael, thrusting his hips forward in a violent, primal rhythm, pinning a woman against the mattress.
A bell hung around her ankle, chiming with his every movement.
It was Lyra. My handmaiden.
Her magic-laced voice slithered into my mind via the mind-link. "Does it hurt, Luna? The Bell of Severance only rings when I feel... pleasure. And with every chime, your soul shatters a little more."
Kael kissed her passionately. "Make it ring louder. I want to hear it."
7.4
Some think I'm cursed. Others think I'm unlucky.
But I know what I am.
My name is Leora, and I am the Redwood Pack's Alpha's daughter. Well, until my mother died.
My father remarried late, so the Pack moved on to new hands. My new stepmother, Amarie, is a spawn of Satan. She gives me to the new Alpha's household as a maidservant as a price for not exiling my father. I become an outcast, abused and punished every single day.
On my eighteenth birthday, I find out that I'm mated to the new Alpha's son, Caleb. Enraged, he rejects me, throwing me into the dungeons. In pains, I remain there for days. Then one fateful night, my luck changes.
The Lycan King is visiting the Pack to find a mate.
Which happens to be me.
I'm alone, crying that night, when a towering golden-eyed man charges in and rips the dungeon doors off their hinges. I gasp when he cups my chin, and whispers softly. "Stop crying, mate. I'm here now. And I'll make sure no one ever brings you to tears ever again!"
I thought my problems were over then.
But it was only the beginning.
7.2
Ryker Vance, future Alpha, was on quiet evening patrol when Kian Sterling's panicked mind-link sliced his calm. Annoyed, he headed to the Healer's den, thick with Kian's distress.
Kian stammered, "Elian Thorne. He fell. From the sacred cliff." Ryker dismissed it as a clumsy Omega accident, but as he reached the door, a weak, intimate thought slipped into his mind: *"Go home, Ryker."* It was Elian, a low-ranking Omega he barely knew, commanding him.
Confused, Ryker left. His wolf restless, his gaze fell on a neglected moonpetal, Elian's gift, now limp. He woke to an absolute silence, a profound void. The moonpetal was gone, just grey dust. At Elian's funeral, unbearable grief struck. Memories crashed: Elian's mate offering, his "I love you" dismissed, Ryker's ignored warnings of soul-withering. Elian was his *mate*, and Ryker had caused his death.
The word *Mate* branded his soul. Consumed by absolute regret, clutching Elian's ashes, Ryker screamed to the empty sky: "Give him back! Give me a chance. Please."
The world dissolved. He opened his eyes to a training ground, vibrant, years younger. Then he saw him. Across the field, practicing drills, was a younger, healthier Elian, alive. Ryker walked straight to him, took Elian's hand, and with every eye on them, declared, "He's your future Luna."
8.8
"Werewolves are just a fantasy. They can't exist in the real world. You don't have to say such absurd things just to claim my son as yours. Alpha, my ass!" -- Noreen.
"You left me speechless, miss, and therefore you must take responsibility. I couldn't have sex with anyone after that night you marked me. Now, be my Luna, and I'll give you the world. Besides, even without a DNA test, he's definitely my son. He has a strong Alpha aura." -- Alpha Thiery. "He's my heir, the next Alpha of my pack!"
Noreen Winchester never imagined that her reckless, unprotected sex with a mysterious, charming man, on the night her ex-boyfriend married her cousin, would transport her to a world she had previously only considered a fantasy.
That one-night stand caused Alpha Thiery to lose all sexual desire after a beautiful, sexy woman bit his mark gland during a wild night at his uncle's bar three years ago.
His inner wolf claimed that the woman, whose name he didn't even know, was his mate. But the woman was a mere human, and it was impossible for him to have Luna, a mere human.
Then, after many years, the woman appeared before him again, with a boy who was every bit like himself.
The problem was, the woman was not only a mere human, but also incredibly stubborn, believing that anything related to werewolves, vampires, witches, and all supernatural creatures existed only in children's fantasy tales.
Alpha Thiery had to prove that he was a real being, not just a fairy tale creature. More than that, the child she bore was his flesh and blood, the next Alpha of his pack, and he had to have him. necessary, with her, too. Even if she was only a mere human.
7.4
Standing on the edge of a limestone quarry in the pouring rain, I thought we were just having another family argument.
Then my mother, Ardell, screamed that I’d let the life insurance lapse, and my brother, Hakeem, stepped out of the shadows with a cold, calculating look in his eyes.
I told them I knew the truth—that Hakeem had cut the brake lines on my father’s car—but they didn't flinch. Instead, Hakeem shoved me hard, sending me tumbling into the abyss.
I hit a jagged ledge thirty feet down, the sound of my spine snapping like a dry branch echoing through the rain. As I lay paralyzed and broken, my mother watched from above, asking if I was dead yet, before Hakeem whistled for the starving wild dogs that lived in the quarry floor.
"Nature will clean up the mess,"
Hakeem said, walking away while the first set of teeth sank into my throat.
The agony was a tidal wave, but the rage was hotter, a nuclear hatred for the family that stole my future and the daughter I’d never see grow up. I died in that dirt, consumed by fire and teeth, wondering how a mother could choose a car payment over her own child's life.
But then, I gasped for air, sitting bolt upright in my old trailer bedroom. I looked at the calendar: May 12, 2014.
I was seventeen again, but I wasn't the same girl. Inside this malnourished body was the mind of a world-class trauma surgeon and the elite hacker known as 'Phantom.'
This time, I wasn't going to the quarry; I was going for their throats.
8.4
In the shadowed halls of the Terracotta Village, betrayal and ambition collide. Marcus, the formidable Alpha, denounces Chrissie with icy disdain, his words cutting deeper than any blade. Once bound by loyalty and love, she now stands exposed; her sacrifice, her strength, dismissed as fragile weakness. Meanwhile, lurking in the darkness, Seraphina weaves her delicate, calculated deception, her true ambitions cloaked behind a mask of vulnerability. And beyond the shadows, Callum, the legendary Lycan King, watches with an unreadable gaze, his presence both regal and dangerous. In a world where trust is fleeting and power is everything, alliances fracture and fates are sealed in blood and deception.