All Chapters of The Ultimate Luna Series: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Artemis POV “Luna, Luna, Luuuuuuuna. It’s time to get up.” Ugh now I can’t even sleep in peace. I guess today most people would be excited to start on a journey they’ve been prepping for their entire lives. But guess what? I’m not just anyone. Today I’m officially 24 and my crusaders have finally come to pass judgement…Nah, just kidding. Today is the day everyone finally gets to confirm that I’m real and not just a rumor, and they’ve all come to introduce themselves and present their respects. But also, to set their eyes on the priced jewel of the underworld A.K.A me. YAY!!! So now you can see why waking up this morning isn’t particularly appealing to me. “Lunaaaaa” she screams as she pounds on my door. “I’m up Judith, I’m up. For fuck’s sakes!” Kicking the covers, I realize I really need to get up before she brings down my door and knocks me off the bed. So, I grabbed my silk robe off the chaise and go to open my door, to be greeted by a very angry looking Judith. “Took you lon

Artemis POV 6 months ago – Flashback – It was the weekend of the grand opening of our latest design project in Bal Harbor, Miami and I had flown in on Wednesday to make sure everything was going according to the plan and to give the décor my final touches. Ale and I have been working on this project for the past year and a half and we are extremely proud of the outcome. As I drive in on my white Ferrari 488 Spider to the front of the Oceana apartment complex the most wonderful scent hits me like walking in on a brick wall, and I feel my knees go weak. I start turning in my seat looking for the source and my eyes land on the most beautiful man I have ever seen. Holy fuck I start sweating and heat takes over my body, I’m squirming in my seat trying to control the burning sensation I’m feeling in my core. My instincts want to have me go run to him and jump his bones, plus the fact that he is staring right at me does not help my case. “Selena, why do I feel like this? What’s happening

JAXON’S POV While I was busy finalizing all the due diligence to have everything ready for my absence this coming weekend, I received a call from my best friend Aidan, the alpha of the Blue Moon pack, inviting me to celebrate his sister’s birthday in Isle Radha. Ok, for starters I’ve always been under the impression that Aidan was an only child. Then, isn’t Isle Radha the location of the coming courting induction ceremony? I agreed to meet with him and head to the island first thing Friday morning apparently the celebration would take place prior to the evening’s events so I don’t see a problem with heading there a few hours earlier. I called my best friends Gabriel my beta, and Leonardo my gamma to my office to update them on the change in plans. “So, we are heading out first thing tomorrow morning, apparently is Aidan’s sister’s birthday, and he is has asked us to join.” “Uh? He’s not an only child?” they asked in unison. “Apparently not!” They were cool with it of course; we ar

Artemis POV “How’s my princess?” “Princess? Dad I’m not some prissy girl.” Hahaha. Shaking his head he says, “you’re right. You’re not that, but you are the future queen of the underworld, and the princess of all Lycans and werewolves. Tonight, you officially become their queen. The queen of the supernatural world.” “A queen looking for and in need of a king … great!” I interrupted while rolling my eyes. “Sweetheart,” he signs. “You don’t need a man to protect you, but you do need a partner to help you maintain the balance between both worlds.” Opening his arms wide he says, “come here baby.” Here is the thing about my dad, he is an exact just older replica of my brother; 6’3, broad built, in great shape, salt and pepper hair, all in all my dad is a very good-looking guy. Please don’t tell him I said that I would never hear the end of it. At his 65 years of age, my dad doesn’t look a day over 40, I swear. That’s why women break their necks whenever he walks by. To me my dad is a

JAXON I don’t know what happened by Art brought about memories from the opening of my last investment project in Bal Harbour, A weekend that I’m still trying to remember. I remember the softness of her skin, and the fullness of her lips, but what I can’t remember is her name or her face. How is that possible? Sadly, we’ve had to refer to her as my mystery girl. After we got back from the beach, I took a shower and laid down to rest a bit. What I didn’t expect was the dream. It almost felt like a memory of us dancing, I could feel her body, I could hear her laughter clearly, but her face was blurred. I stand corrected this isn’t a dream, but a nightmare. Ever since I’ve been feeling off, and not in the mood to deal with tonight’s circus. But here we are as they announce Art’s arrival. I bow and as I look up, I remain speechless. She looks like an angel dressed in all white and gold. Angel? Why does that endearment sound so familiar? “I know most of you believed me to be a myth. B