The Lycan King's Traded Luna

Leona’s point of viewI hate parties.I hate being around people, and today it is the worst because there’s a wedding in our pack, and as the pack doctor’s daughter, I will be attending, but it’s also my 18th birthday.“Leona! If you are not down in five minutes, I will be dragging you there whether dressed or not!” My mother shouts from the hallway. God, does she even remember that today is my birthday?For her, it’s always pack then family.“Coming!” I shout, checking myself in the mirror. I have done a good job hiding the bruises on my face courtesy of the beta’s daughter, Faye, and her little minions.The smoky eye makeup I’ve applied makes my golden eyes stand out more, and the red lipstick I’ve chosen makes my lips look fuller than they are.“Let’s do this,” I murmur.I know my wolf won’t respond, but either way, I try to link to her, hoping I might get a response. I know she is there; I feel her stir sometimes or hear her whimper sometimes, but I don’t understand why she won’t

Leona’s Point of ViewCruel. That’s what the moon goddess is.My mother always said she never made a mistake, but she did with me. She made the biggest mistake, then corrected it by taking me.“Leona?” My mom’s voice comes, and I shift my body, my eyes slightly opening.I am not dead.“Mom?” I call“Oh goddess. My Leona,” she whimpers. I feel my bed dip, then arms around me.“Oh, Leona.” She holds on tight, whimpering in my ears as I open my eyes, and tears roll down my cheeks. “You’re fine. You are alive… Oh my baby… You…” Her words were swallowed by sobs as I closed my eyes, thinking of what happened earlier.He rejected me.“Mom,” I whisper when she pulls away from me, my voice cracking.“Don’t ever scare me like that, okay?” She asks, her voice breaking.“I’m sorry,” I say, my voice a bit raspy and hoarser than it usually is.“Where’s Dad?” I ask, sitting down on the bed. I just want my father to tell me I will be fine.“He went on a hunt.” She says, taking my hands in hers. “Oh,

Leona’s Point of View“Let her burn!” someone shouts from the back of the room, and tears just roll down my face. Death was better than this.“Mom, please,” I crawl to her, but she moves away, her eyes burning into me. I’m on my knees, pictures of my dad on the ground. All of them are fake and probably used AI.“Please, Mum. I am…” I grab her leg, but she slaps me hard across the face. A gasp leaves my lips, my eyes trained on her, and I feel warm, fresh tears falling down my face.“Mom,” my voice is barely above a whisper.“You disgust me,” she says through gritted teeth before moving away.“I will pass my verdict.” The alpha finally speaks, getting up from his chair and then walking towards me.“What you have done is disgusting and insulting. A humiliation tin this pack that values family above everything,” he starts, his voice dangerously low.“For your sins,” he pauses, his face straight. ‘I hereby sentence you to death by hanging.” The words leave his lips, and all color leaves m

Leona’s Point of View“Who are you people and what do you want with me?” I ask, my eyes drifting between the scarred man and the shadow man.I feel like my heart is beating in my ears. My throat feels tight, and tears won’t stop falling.The man shoves me into the back of the car, but I shift, turning to face him. I don’t have a wolf most days, so I can’t really see them because it’s so dark and there’s no moon tonight.“Sit,” the dark-haired man says. One word. An order, and I don’t plan to argue, so I do as he says and sit.He climbs into the back seat while the other scarred man takes the driver’s seat. The door slams behind me, and for a moment, the world narrows to the stale scent of leather and gasoline.My hands tremble in my lap, the cold leather biting through my sweatpants. What will Bastian tell everyone back home? Was this their plan? Can I run and survive?“Don’t think of doing anything stupid. I will fucking kill you before you even get far,” he growls, crossing his arms

Leona’s Point of ViewMy heart races so fast, and I look at Steph pleadingly, and she gives me an apologetic smile before slipping past the man getting out of the room.He doesn’t move but just stares at me with a bored look. “What’s your name?”I don’t respond, but take in what he’s wearing. He’s in dark faded jeans which are too tight for his own good, a black shirt that muscles ripple through, with combat leather boots.“When I ask you a question, you answer. Is that clear?”I nod.“Good. Now let’s start.”“What’s your name?”“Leona”“And you’re eighteen?” I nod.He sucks in a breath, shaking his head. Walking towards the window. “Who the fuck did I fuckin offend to get this?” he mumbles under his breath, making his way towards the window.“I’m sorry. Why did you—”He cuts in. “Wasn’t talking to you.”I nod. Rubbing my arm. I want to tell him that whatever Bastian told him is wrong, but the words can’t seem to come out, so I just stare at him.“Do you have a wolf?” he asks me, an