Kane Moon の小説・ストーリー

Something had changed since he tasted her blood. "Is it the mate bond? No, it can't be." His inner self contradicted himself as he was looking at her. She couldn't be his mate. A Rogue can't have such a title or responsibility. Moon Goddess would never choose someone as filthy to be the Luna. That was the reason he kept the ceremony hidden. For the world, she would be still annotated as his slave or mistress but not as Luna. She would be his staircase to gain the power he was craving. But his mind started getting blurry with her continuous painful expression. Her broken state made him think of something apart from his plan too. But he was not willing to accept that.

“Shane isn’t here but yeah both of us, if Neo isn’t too mad at you to kiss you after we have our talk. You want that?” My little innocent mate looks at me then at my brother and she nods. ‘That’s my girl’ Killian finishes my thought as I place a kiss on River’s forehead and head the other way out with Neo. The crescent shape of the moon adorns the sky, the tents are all pitch-black meaning that everyone is asleep by now. Well except the tent by the farthest end that belongs to Kane. The candles are on, shadows of him and his mate can be seen from a mile away and I grunt wondering how on earth silent and deadly Kane Grey ended up with a mate like Ria Lopez.

I laughed, "The day Kane takes a lesson from me will be the day the Moon Goddess descends and calls me home." I shook my head. Kane is a good Alpha. He's serious, he cares about his pack, but he doesn't mince words or waste time. He goes for the jugular in every situation. He likes to handle things without asking for assistance. I have always hoped that once he finds his Luna she would balance him a little and make him a bit more approachable. But he hasn't found her. Sometimes, I wonder if his personality actually repels women that would be the Luna he needs.

Kane had been gone two whole years, travelling the world or some crap, we all knew it was a mate hunt really, at 21 he was still yet to find her. Kane and Kash were incredibly similar, so similar in fact that they'd often been mistaken for twins by anyone that didn't already know them. Both had fluffy caramel hair like Auntie Cece and dark brown eyes like Uncle Mac along with his fairly muscular form, yet stood a few inches taller at 6ft 7.

Like a brand of his canines on my skin. Kane’s mark was also healed and like a tattoo. The difference was that it looked like the moon with his canines around it. It reminded me ok Skoll and Hati, the wolves that would devour the moon and sun in Ragnarok. Hati would devour the moon and that’s exactly what it looked like with Kane’s mate mark. I absolutely loved it and it was perfect.

“Kane...” CRASH!!

"This isn't a movie." Kane didn't move. Didn't breathe. His hands clenched into fists, nails biting into his palm. His jaw ticked. Something dark coiled inside him. Fuck. She had no idea what she just did. No idea the kind of restraint he was barely holding onto by a fucking thread. Kane lifted his hand, fingers grazing the side of her jaw, tilting her face up. Mona barely had time to react before he claimed her. His mouth crushed against hers—hot, possessive, starved.

A gut feeling is what humans call it! Alpha Phoenix, the leader of our "Blue Moon pack" that worshiped the Blue Moon, hence the name, had two children; a daughter called Diana and a son called Gray who had yet to take over since he had not found his mate; soulmate that is. Every single wolf has a soulmate, in short another half made just for them. We usually find our mates when we turn eighteen years old and a wolf born into Alpha status like Gray cannot take the ruling position until they have a mate or old Alpha dies. That is why Mara, the daughter of the most loyal Beta of our pack, is his mate-to-be. If he does not find his true mate by twenty-five, he gets betrothed to a female worthy o

*Nella* A name suddenly flashed in Carra's mind. Then memories of the previous owner of the body flooded into her mind like a riptide. She was Carra, a machan and the eldest daughter of the Copperstone family. Her mother Sophia died when she was three years old. And later, her aunt Angela was taken by her father to become his regular wife. Since then, she had been gradually ignored, and was living in obscurity until now. This year, she was eighteen years old.

It was nighttime, the moon was out and there was a powerful wind blowing through Hartvale. Kane Dumont’s three-car convoy was speeding down the road on its way to the alpha’s estate. Kane was in the back of the backseat of the middle car with his wife and Luna, Little Todd. Big Todd was in the passenger seat of their vehicle.