The Vampire’s Luna Novel – Luna Sinclair was just about done with these ridiculous, over-the-top, mate-hunting events. Every single year since she turned sixteen, she had been forced to attend the Blood Moon Festival, a night-long extravaganza where every unmated werewolf gathered to be paraded Luna hated it. Seriously, what the fuck? Who in their right mind would be excited about standing in an opulent ballroom, stuffed into an overpriced gown that made it impossible to breathe properly.
Her mother, of course, was thrilled about it. “It’s a sacred tradition, Luna,” she had said countless times, as if repeating it would suddenly make it true for Luna as well. Luna scoffed. Sacred tradition, her ass. It was just an overly glorified matchmaking service. By now, all of her childhood friends had already been paired up. Some were well into their happily-ever-afters with a couple of pups running around to prove it. But Luna? She didn’t want that life. Not yet, and maybe not ever. She wanted something bigger. She wanted to be a ruler, a leader, a force to be reckoned with, like her father, King Magnus Sinclair.
He had built a strong werewolf kingdom into one of the strongest in the region, and she intended to continue his legacy. She didn’t need a man to do that. And even if she did choose to take a mate, it would be on her own terms. If she was going to have a mate, he needed to be someone of her choosing, maybe a dangerously good-looking alpha, all broad shoulders and smoldering intensity, someone who could handle her strong-willed personality and not whine about it. An equal, not a charity case the Moon Goddess had assigned to her out of pity.
But her father didn’t see it that way. Magnus Sinclair, the legendary Alpha King, was getting impatient. He never outright said it, but Luna could tell. He wanted her mated, preferably to another alpha who could bring power and security to their pack. It wasn’t that he doubted her abilities, he had trained her himself, after all but he wanted to make sure she had someone to watch her back. Luna found the whole thing exhausting. She stood at the edge of the ballroom, sipping a glass of sparkling cider and watching as the moon above turned a deep, ominous red. Oh, here we go.
The grand celestial moment. The murmurs in the room grew into excited whispers as the moon reached its peak. Some of the unmated men practically vibrated with anticipation, their eyes darting around the room, waiting for the bond to slam into them. Luna wrinkled her nose. It was nauseating.