The Luna Heir Novel – My mother abandoned me for eighteen long years. After taking me back from the orphanage I grew up in, she was in a rush to marry me off. Why you ask? Victoria wasn’t only my mother. She was the Queen of the Luna Pack—the reigning werewolf pack. It didn’t take me long to realize, the only reason I was brought back was to serve as a replacement in a political marriage. My adopted sister was supposed to be thee next Queen, but she had was quite the talk of the town with her promiscuous ways. Somehow, that was be an even bigger disgrace than my own problems. I was wolfless.
I was the ripe age of eighteen and had yet to see my wolf. To Victoria, that was an additional humiliation. I figured it was why she abandoned me all those years ago. Then, she got a new daughter, the perfect She-wolf. She was more of a future queen then I’d ever be. I stared at the list in front of me. The names looked familiar. Wolfham. Lunerly. Moonraiser. The photos next to the name were of some of the most handsome men I’d ever seen. Each with striking features and shiny gold eyes. Alphas.
The woman standing in front of me, my mother, sighed. “Zora,” she sounded exhausted. “They’re all lovely men. Each the heir to their namesake. Excellent alphas. They could teach you a lot.” I let out a sigh. “No, Mother, I don’t need this,” I shoved the list away. “I just want to be alone. I don’t want to get married.” “Do you want to be homeless again? You’re a princess of this nation now, and you have no idea what that means.” There was a trace of anger in Victoria’s voice. “If it weren’t for your sister—” She stopped mid-sentence.
I raised my eyebrow. “My sister?” I deadpanned. “If she weren’t what, a whore?” Her hand shot up, and I instinctively raised my arm to shield myself. It was a habit I’d learned in the orphanage. Victoria froze. She didn’t hit me. Instead, her voice turned cold. “Watch your tone,” she said. “Amara is still your sister. And I am your mother.” “Yet you abandoned me for eighteen years,” I snapped. “Clearly, I’m not the one you care about. Amara is. So why don’t you let her have a fucking wedding.” I sharply stood up from my chair and stomped towards the door to the room.
I wrenched it open and left Victoria in her office. I felt like we’d had that same conversation a hundred times in the last six months I’d been living with Victoria and Amara. Queen Victoria. But I didn’t grow up knowing that. I grew up bouncing from orphanage to foster home to orphanage, thinking I was just a human girl who no one loved. The latter was true, but the former was that I was heir to the Luna throne. I only learned that the day I turned eighteen. I stood on the street with my things in a bag, nowhere to go after being told I was too old to stay in the orphanage.
As the tears began to stream down my face, she appeared. Something told me the woman with fiery red hair and golden honey eyes had to be related to me. Her nose as the same shape as the one I saw in the mirror. When she smiled at me, the same dimple I’d come to hate mirrored itself on her face. I dropped my bag immediately. Then she told me her name was Queen Victoria Luna. And she was my mother. I had a million questions running through my head but the only one that escaped from my throat was a “Why?” It’s a question Victoria has never answered. That gave me all the information I needed to know. My mother never loved me.
Never wanted me. I tossed aside like old clothes. The only reason she returned to get me was to validate her lineage and to secure the place on the Luna throne. I was a political pawn. That and I was a political pawn without a wolf. Victoria’s lack of love was further proved as she asked me questions about my childhood.
Irritability at the full moon? No. A longing to run? No. An itchy, scratchy feeling in my bones? What the hell was she on about? Then she told me I was supposed to be a werewolf. A being who could transform into a wolf on the flip of a dime. With super