Marcela Gold was the perfect Luna; she grew up being groomed, breaded, and educated to be a Luna. This Luna was married, marked, and mated, but never had children as they were chosen mates. Marcela Silver was the lowest Omega; her family disowned her; she was forced to work since she was a child; she hasn't found her fated mate but lives with her best friend; she works in the pack house with the rest of the staff. One day the Luna had a horrible tantrum for not being able to have a child of her own and threw the Omega up against the wall, knocking her unconscious. Selene, seeing this, decided to SWITCH their soul's and give them a new life. Until they could learn to love, respect, and value each other, they would remain in the bodies they had been switched over to.
Chapter 1
Crunching on some Doritos, I hit the button for my back vibrator as my program was about to start. It's a rainy night with a new chapter of Loving My Luna; this show has me hooked; my chosen Alpha doesn't understand why I have to watch this program every Friday night; men never get a girl's mind, and that's on them; the old chapter was being played as a recap. The main characters stood one before the other: "I, Alpha Romano Cruz of the Pasos Campos Pack, reject you, Omega Rosa Corona, as my chosen Luna of the Pasos Campos Pack, and make your rouge." That dramatic music gave me goosebumps. I gasp as the main character leaves his pregnant wife on the floor; the phone rings as the episode continues. If memory serves me right, it's Sophy; she watches this show with me, too. Sophy is mated to the second largest pack in the USA, and she is my best friend as we grew up together along with Beth; Beth is the third giant pack in the USA, while my pack is the biggest. But who's keeping tabs? Answering the cell phone, I hear, "Oh, my orange fluffy booty girl, did you freaking see what that jerk for an alpha said to her? The bastard can't be any good to Loraine if he is like this to his fated mate! Marcela Gold, seriously, girl!" She blows my ear off with her absurd shock at that alpha.
She has a crush on the actor portraying that alpha; I laughed at her outburst, but knowing her mate is her destined mate, makes me feel bitter as he doesn't get the same thing my chosen mate thinks, "he is so going to regret those words," I feed some words to her knowing she will not stop blowing my ear off from the drama when I heard the door to my room open, I raise my face from the spot I was in to meet my chosen mate, smiling he replies "hey there sexy," in his tired voice, seeing him beaten from the day I decide not to give him a hard time as I then turn down the tv, I leave the headset then placed them next to me so I can put them on when he goes to sleep.
All my life, I have looked at myself as one who is considerate of his hard work. As Luna, I struggle with my work in the pack, especially with that no-good lowlife Silver. Omegas are essential, but that one omega is the only pain in my day-to-day. At least now I'm more relaxed, but even if I'm now comfy, my life wasn't easy, and that's half the reason behind my shame. But Stan had his troubles as his brother was my destined mate, but in a rogue attack, he was killed, and now Stan, his brother, keeps his title as Alpha, but sadly only because he is my chosen mate who was severely wounded alongside him. My fated mate, Sid, died that same evening when Stan woke up from his injuries. I'm the only daughter of this pack, and my dad was the Alpha who used to run this pack till he died with my mate. When Dad died, Mom died not too long after. When Stan and I met right after we graduated from the academy, we didn't see eye to eye, yet Dad always said his pack was good for business, and I dreamed of being mated to one for years. Stan's pack is made of the pure blood of the rare Gray wolves.
I knew he was a playboy and not a saint, but I kept myself for my mate. He and I never dated, but he felt guilty when he learned about his brother's death right after waking up. He knew we were mates, but after a while, the idea came to us both, and after a bit of persuasion, we started to talk more. We became friends while I was trying to run a pack, and he was helping me. One thing led to another until we eventually ended up this way, and his parents didn't intervene in his choices. Now we are mated, marked, and in charge of the most extensive pack in the USA.
As he placed his suit in the back of the chair, he stretched himself and walked to get his things. "Had a hard day?" I asked Stan, who was now walking to get his shower, "Hard as day, I wanted to talk about us; just let me take a shower." He went into the rain; I nodded and took the phone back to my ear. Sophy, I have to go, hun," she ranted in today's episode. Still hearing my reply, she quickly said, "Okay, babe, night night." I sent her a kiss and then hung up the phone. As the episode started to end, Stan walked out of the bathroom. He may be my chosen mate, but damn, is he hot.
Stan has light brown hair and hazel eyes and is a muscle on top of the power of an Alpha. The man has had me in many poses, but I would love to be reminded of which poses. Drying himself with a spare towel, he let out a breath. Marcy, there will be a new study from the council; they think it would be perfect for making your suggestion of giving university bachelors to the omegas; they want to make sure you aren't a fake Luna." His last words made me feel annoyed. I turned off the electric back massager and placed my Doritos on my nightstand to get up.
Being called a fake Luna for being chosen instead of fate insults me. The council members are a group of elders who have lived longer than anyone but get replaced when their wolves eventually leave with them. They had a hard time with me because of what I had to deal with. Stan had seen firsthand that I do my best, but they just like to fucking annoy me with their uptight ideas on how things must be dealt with. The elders had no idea I had a sister, and I refused to give them any information, as my mother had chosen to do. That dumb omega didn't deserve the title of Luna.
Those things had made me let a slight growl escape me. I looked at him, annoyed, and said, "Seriously? They have zero fucking reasons to be judging me!" I growled louder as he walked to me with just his towel tucked in the middle. "I know, but I'm here. I know you are the real deal, but I also know you are a bit short-tempered, so try hard not to let it get to you," he adds, and I move to get up because my temper is almost reaching its limit. When I stand, he picks me up from my hips. I hold myself with my legs around his hips, holding me firmly. Let me help you calm down, Marcy." I growl at him; he is so full of himself.
He opens my mouth to reply and goes in for a steamy, hot make-out instead. I growl as he keeps moving on to the third base, his hands squeezing each one's cheek. I growl as I move in rhythm with his hips. The only thing stopping us from going to third base is his towel and my laced pants. Stan loves to get hot and rough with no breaks. The guy could go on for hours when all I can handle is a maximum of two sides of him. "Let's help each other out with this evil stress." He kisses me again while my face is red from his intense make-out, and my pink lips are sore from his rough kisses, but I want him to be rough right now.
I want to be reminded of how much he cares about my stress. Fuck me," I command him; I never ask him, but that's all it took as he dropped me by my back on the mattress, still holding on to my separated legs. Fuck yes!" His voice sounded drugged. Kissing me like it's a race against time always leaves him out of the loop. He lets his towel go, exposing his thick member, now saluting me with insatiable need. He twitches as he positions himself to go in with me. Oh, yes.
Thrusting, he starts his dirty talking: "Fuck you? Won't my Luna know who the fuck she is talking to?" He picks up his thrusts, making me moan higher, "Don't you dare fucking cum! You love to fucking get on my nerves, then moan your way into a frenzy. Fuck Marcy, your pussycat is fucking starving tonight," he grunts as I feel his cock go in deeper. He is rougher tonight than he usually is.
Feeling he is about to burst, I shout, "Cuming! Cuming! Goddess, I'm cuming!" He stops when he hears me: "No, you will hold it till I fucking say you can cum." I cry about the painful pleasure he is making me feel with his slow strokes now. His thick cock has me right where he wants me: "Please, it's too cruel; please let me cum; I'm so close." He kept this rhythm until I felt him twitch inside me. "Hold on, and I'll let you cum," he repeats, husky. "Yes." I quickly said, furious that I couldn't get him to finish me, and as I felt his rhythm pick up, I started moaning again, "That's it, please, I'm so close." I kept encouraging him, and he turned my hips sideways to enter me in harsh thrusts until I felt his hot, sticky cum fill me.
After the death of Iniko, the spirits of the souls lost from the curse Blaze gave her mate, twins were born from the family of Susie, and Blaze's hatred grew at forgetting that she was the reason, that her life was in torment, a torment that never ended for her. But it did end with a twist of fate.
Becoming a Luna was decided from the love the Alpha had to me as children, but as teenagers he simply passed by me, I guess I wasn’t his type anymore, but graduating from my Luna academy I learned that there was an Alpha that had requested to meet me, my mother was a single Luna to our pack, and the Beta to which grew up with me had also something to tell me, ever since I graduated I haven’t stopped thinking of my old friend from my Academy. She had been on my mind ever since we met. And now the old Alpha who brushed me off as a teenager came to get me just as I graduated. What could he possibly want?
Chelle grew up in a poor neighborhood with her dad as a waiter, recently orphaned with her dad and baby sister they head to America until her grandfather died, when she came back to clean his now abandoned house. Jadiel grew up in the same poor neighborhood Chelle did but he loved her from the first day they met, after she moved at a young age he promised he would have the life they wanted when she came back to her grandfathers house.
Five sons of different Alphas grow up knowing nothing about their fathers until a reunion to meet the Alphas is brought up to the elder's council. Yolanda had finally met her mate, engaged to be married, and went to the reunion as future Luna to her mate's pack. Only to be met with all five Alphas, accompanied by their children who resemble their fathers. What will happen if the kids don't want their dads to try and get her back? And the engagement is put on hold by order of the council?
The triplets Loki, Fenrir, Lycaon, are to rule the lives of the Lycan’s. Selene born of the moon was gifted to rule over the werewolves, they have never come to meet as the children of the gods were born to rule their own creations. Until the day Lycan’s and Werewolves began a w*r to end one another. The gods forbade the young triplets and the young goddess to never love another until they are to meet in marriage. Their fate made the choice to show they always belong together, but would their union free their children? Will Selene’s lover let her go? Or will the triplets lovers allow their union? What happens when a marriage isn’t enough and the moon goddess, daughter of the gods goes back to love a human? Will they hide her from the world who desires to use them for their own personal gain?
For as long as Emily can remember, she has wanted to overcome her shyness and explore her sexuality. Still, everything changes when she receives an invitation to visit one of the town's most prestigious BDSM clubs, DESIRE'S DEN. On the day she chose to peruse the club, she noticed three men, all dressed in suits, standing on the upper level, near the railing. Despite her limited vision, she persisted in fixating on them. Their towering statues belied the toned bodies concealed by their sharply tailored suits-or so she could tell. The hair of two of them was short and dark, and the third had light brown-possibly blond-hair that reached the shoulders. The dark, crimson background incised their figures, exuding an air of mystery and strength. They stood in stark contrast to the unfiltered, primal energy that pulsed through the club. Shocked by the desires these men aroused in her, she was disappointed to learn that they were masters seeking a slave to divide and conquer. She couldn't afford the fee, and she also realized that they were outside her league. Emily hurriedly left the club, feeling disappointed and depressed, unaware that she had also caught the group's attention. A world of wicked pleasure, three handsome men. Over the years, they have lived a life of decadence, their lavish lair serving as a stage for their most sinister desires. But despite the unending parade of willing subjects, one woman sticks out. A mysterious stranger with white porcelain skin and a killer body, a slave, a name with no address, the first lady to attract their eye and they will go to any length to obtain her no matter the consequences.
For ten years, Daniela showered her ex-husband with unwavering devotion, only to discover she was just his biggest joke. Feeling humiliated yet determined, she finally divorced him. Three months later, Daniela returned in grand style. She was now the hidden CEO of a leading brand, a sought-after designer, and a wealthy mining mogul—her success unveiled at her triumphant comeback. Her ex-husband’s entire family rushed over, desperate to beg for forgiveness and plead for another chance. Yet Daniela, now cherished by the famed Mr. Phillips, regarded them with icy disdain. "I’m out of your league."
In order to fulfill her grandfather's last wish, Stella entered into a hasty marriage with an ordinary man she had never met before. However, even after becoming husband and wife on paper, they each led separate lives, barely crossing paths. A year later, Stella returned to Seamarsh City, hoping to finally meet her mysterious husband. To her astonishment, he sent her a text message, unexpectedly pleading for a divorce without ever having met her in person. Gritting her teeth, Stella replied, "So be it. Let’s get a divorce!" Following that, Stella made a bold move and joined the Prosperity Group, where she became a public relations officer that worked directly for the company’s CEO, Matthew. The handsome and enigmatic CEO was already bound in matrimony, and was known to be unwaveringly devoted to his wife in private. Unbeknownst to Stella, her mysterious husband was actually her boss, in his alternate identity! Determined to focus on her career, Stella deliberately kept her distance from the CEO, although she couldn't help but notice his deliberate attempts to get close to her. As time went on, her elusive husband had a change of heart. He suddenly refused to proceed with the divorce. When would his alternate identity be uncovered? Amidst a tumultuous blend of deception and profound love, what destiny awaited them?
Belinda thought after divorce, they would part ways for good - he could live his life on his own terms, while she could indulge in the rest of hers. However, fate had other plans in store. "My darling, I was wrong. Would you please come back to me?" The man, whom she once loved deeply, lowered his once proud head humbly. "I beg you to return to me." Belinda coldly pushed away the bouquet of flowers he had offered her and coolly replied, "It's too late. The bridge has been burned, and the ashes have long since scattered to the wind!"
After three secretive years of marriage, Eliana never met her enigmatic husband until she was served with divorce papers and learned of his extravagant pursuit of another. She snapped back to reality and secured a divorce. Thereafter, Eliana unveiled her various personas: an esteemed doctor, legendary secret agent, master hacker, celebrated designer, adept race car driver, and distinguished scientist. As her diverse talents became known, her ex-husband was consumed by remorse. Desperately, he pleaded, "Eliana, give me another chance! All my properties, even my life, are yours."
Life was perfect until she met her boyfriend's big brother. There was a forbidden law in the Night Shade Pack that if the head Alpha rejected his mate, he would be stripped of his position. Sophia's life would get connected with the law. She was an Omega who was dating the head Alpha's younger brother. Bryan Morrison, the head Alpha, was not only a cold-blooded man but also a charming business tycoon. His name was enough to cause other packs to tremble. He was known as a ruthless man. What if, by some twist of destiny, Sophia's path were to intertwine with his?