I Never Meant to Be His Luna
READING AGE 18+
I never wanted a pack. I definitely never meant to be an Alpha’s Luna.
At nineteen, I walked away from my first mate and the future everyone thought I should want. No pack. No bond. No man with Alpha eyes telling me what to do.
Twelve years later, I’m exactly what every Alpha hates—
a rogue who can’t be controlled and doesn’t want to belong.
I fix problems for packs, then disappear before anyone can get attached. No roots. No promises. No waking up with a mark on my neck I never agreed to.
Then I crash—literally—into Cassian Reid.
He’s supposed to be the next Alpha of Hollow Ridge: golden boy, perfect heir, everything I swore I’d never touch again. Instead, he’s infuriatingly kind, annoyingly patient, and way too good at making my wolf look back at him when I know I should keep walking.
He doesn’t order. He asks.
He doesn’t trap. He offers.
Every step closer to his pack is my choice… and somehow, I keep saying yes.
One night in a guest cabin “for safety.”
One shared patrol “just in case.”
One kiss I absolutely, definitely wasn’t supposed to want.
I’ve spent twelve years promising I’d never let another Alpha close enough to claim me.
So how did I end up with a pack at my back, his scent in my lungs,
and the entire Hollow Ridge Pack whispering one word when I walk by?
Luna.
I never meant to be his Luna.
Unfold
Three Years Later.
The porch of the main cabin at Hollow Ridge was not built for quiet reflection. It was built to withstand the chaotic, heavy-footed stampede of a very loud, very alive pack.
Lyra sat on the top step, a steaming mug of Ivy’s herbal tea resting on her knee. The crisp, early morning air held the u……
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