All Chapters of THE ROYALLY SCREWED LUNA: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

The music filled the whole house. Traditional songs were played as the sun went over the horizon. Everyone was happy in the pack, all talking about the whole event and how great it was. I took pleasure in it, a soft smile gracing my face. “Luna, you are late, aren’t you supposed to attend the ball?” One of the ladies asked, pulling me from the dishes I was washing. My heart clenched with me swallowing. The whole kitchen froze from her words, all of them giving her looks leaving her perplexed. “No Grensy. I am not attending the ball.” I said back, the kitchen even quieter if that was possible. The tension was too much. The food was all taken out, all eating in the dining room. “Luna, can we go eat in the dining room with the pack?” Grensy asked with me smiling at her. “Of course, go enjoy, you have done so much already, please, go eat.” I said smiling at them. 

“Take my hand.” The king whispered to me after we had both calmed down. I could do anything he said to me and I did just that. I took the hand he held out for me and he held it firmly as if to protect me of anything that might come my way. His eyes held mine for a second longer before closing again, taking a whiff of me and pulling back. If only he knew how crazy that made me, him needing my scent, pulling it in and how golden his eyes shone after opening them. It is like I drove him insane and healed him at the same time. What I would do to get my hands on his thoughts and see how his mind worked. He turned with me and I took a deep breath before turning beside him and facing our people. After stepping foot in there and dancing with both royals it was then I finally saw the people filling the ballroom. The first woman my eyes lay on in that room was Luna River. She came from the stronges

The silence was all we needed as both of us were trapped in our heads, trying to find a way out of a situation that provided no escape. The king’s arms were around my waist, mine around his shoulders, resting my face on his and just sitting there as if the world did not exist all around us, as if it was just us in that castle. My eyes were closed, the sound of his steadily beating heart my new addiction for it kept the smile on my face even in such a dire situation we were in. My hands brushed up and down, listening and thinking he was asleep now and again only for him to flake his eyes open and stare at me. I would smile brighter for him before shifting even closer if that was possible and close my eyes again as he closed his.Feet pat up the steps only to stop. I did not know who it was, my back from them. The king did not even shift, he just sat as he was with the person debating on what to do before they turned back and ran down the steps.

I bent on the floor, Brum on all fours, wiping the floor dry with a cloth in hand. The kitchen had fell into utter silence from the second the king closed the door and we had both went our different ways, cleaning different parts of the kitchen. My mind was everywhere but nowhere, swallowing. Brum’s head tipped up, his eyes falling on mine as I settled on all fours too. I sighed, staring into his grey eyes. “I think I love him, beyond the mate bond.” I spoke out the words with Brum still staring at me blankly, not reading what he was thinking, what the words had him think. He finally blinked after some time, turning and sitting on the floor, cleaning cloth in hand. I did the same, sitting next to him, the floor cold, the silence nearly deafening with my hands shaking, not even sure why they were slightly shaking. I bit my lip to let go of it. “I want to pu

The king’s mistress fell on her knees, weeping her heart out, crawling and begging. My head snapped from the man who seemed to want to have my head, to the king’s mistress then to the king. What the hell was happening? I was too tired for all that was happening, needing to sit down. My hand went to my forehead, rubbing it with all the commotion that was happening. What eye did the man want, what eye? “Please Alpha Bush, please, please I am sorry.” The king’s mistress was weeping, the floor wet with her tears. It was so much I felt my own chest sore, feeling as if my heart was breaking at how broken she was. Alpha Bush turned, staring at her with his whole body shaking, pointing a finger to her seeming not able to talk with his eyes red. I thought he would change again. The betrayal and hurt was written all over his face, wanting to cry myself at seei