All Chapters of His Royal Luna (Alpha King's Royal Luna): Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Chapter 22 – Is She Your Mate?Third Person POVThe dead wolf of the male rogue was dragged out of the arena and Mark shifted back into his human form and Antheia’s eyes were glued at the blood spilled and left on the stage floor. Congratulations and a tap on the back from pack members had welcomed Mark and someone threw a pants for him and he wore it.Lea was called and Antheia held on to her hand and shaking her head, telling her that she should not go for she would die. But Lea only smiled at her and squeezed her hand.“I will be fine.” She uttered and then the door of the arena opened for her and then next was the female rogue entered.The rogue that was left for Antheia smiled evilly at Antheia, foe she could sense Antheia’s fear and hesitation to kill. The rogue thought that it would be an easy fight for her, and in the end she will have her freedom.Antheia took

Chapter 24 – Sharing ControlAntheia’s POVI stared on the mirror, looking at myself and called Fines in my head but like on the past two days she still dos not respond to my call. I am getting frustrated already. She just comes out whenever she wants. I took the Alpha’s advice, and that is to talk to her and call for her, to have some girl talk and bond with her yet how can I do that when she is always sleeping and ignoring me in my head?I stomped on my feet and walked out of my bed room, I am getting tired of this wolf already, and when she comes out she always wants a full control over me and my body, such a b-tch.“Where is the Alpha?” I asked Lea and before she answered be she bowed her head a little which I do not understand, yet I have no time to ask right now, my blood is boiling at my wolf, and I would bet, my wolf is enjoying my frustrated state at the moment.&ldqu

Chapter 26 – Do Not Push Him AwayThird Person POVI was left in confusion and I do not know why I felt hurt a well that the Alpha left. I heard my wolf Fines whimpered at his disappearance.~’Is he our mate? Did you know?’ I asked Fines.~’I never knew what to call it but I felt his wolf, that he was something to me, that he was my missing puzzled, that whenever he is around I feel completed, like he was my other half, but I never knew the word to call it. But now I understand, we are mates. He is our mate, Antheia.’~’But what if they are just lying?’~’And why would they lie to us?’ Fines retorted and then she added ‘you can feel it Antheia. I know that you can feel it too. You can also feel the different pull we have to him.’There was a knock on the door and my head looked at it

Chapter 28 - A BetrayalAntheia’s POVIt has been five days and the Alpha never talked to me again. Whenever I timed him in the dining eating and I approach him, he would avoid me. And I would be left on my own. In the past five days, the Alpha had been busy, maybe his duties since he was always out and I rarely saw him. when I figured that I must have ruining his appetite when I approach him in the kitchen while he was eating, I stopped going to him when he eats. I do not want him to go out there with an empty stomach.And aside from that encounter, I was not able to approach him anymore and instead, every morning, I would just watch him train the pack warriors and join them on the open ground of the pack house which is visible from the view from the window of my room.And since I had nothing to do, just like in the past few days, today, I remain inside my room and just read books, and Lea just comes up to

Chapter 30 – Nightmare of the PastAntheia’s POVAgain, just like in some other nights and for the past years I was held slaved, I was visited by the nightmare of my past.An eight year old me, locked up in cell, yes, in a cell not in my room basement, but in a cell in the dungeon of my father’s pack.I had committed a grave mistake, but was it that grave that a little kid me had to suffer such thing and be treated like a captive?I was accused of being a thief, of stealing my sister’s money, which I never did. I cleaned her room, and tidied her things and did my best as an eight year old to clean up my sister’s spilled milkshake in her carpeted floor and was splashed on some of her notebooks. I was eight and my sister was 13, the other was 11, and my brother was 14.My father threw me in the dungeon, where in other cells were frightening rogues, baring their fangs and