Todos los capítulos de The Lust Cursed Luna: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

"Your body is so alluring, Chelsea." In a low, husky voice, he proclaimed his admiration which only tickled my core and ragged my blood.Lucian is the Alpha in the Blue Moon Pack, he had a perfect masculine physique. I, on the other hand, was nothing more than an omega. Despite the fact that I'm the only daughter of a warrior of his pack. My mere position in the pack was still too low to be deemed a suitable match for the Alpha. But regardless of that, regardless of everything, he chose me. He picked me out of all the other women who lusted after him. It was hard for me to believe as well... until he finally confessed last year.Today was the day that finally marked our transition into the threshold of adulthood. We were finally eighteen. In a while, we'll also find their fated mates. We'll soon find someone to share our lives with. As a general rule, the instant werewolves reach the age of eighteen, they will meet their fated mates.Although it was almost eleven in the morning, I was

Chelsea Whore… It was heartbreaking when Lucian had said it but hearing it again from Alastair was disgusting. Just the way he uttered the word, it provoked a fury that began to uncoil in my mind like tendrils of smoke. "I don't accept this fate. I won't accept you," I declared, controlling my boiling nerves. There was no way in hell that the Prince came all this way just to claim me. His arrival was plain ridiculous. Now, he wanted me to accept him? That was even more ridiculous. Perhaps, this was a source of entertainment for him but that didn't mean I would allow it to continue. Not when I had already been used once. Not when Lucian made it clear enough that I was nothing but his plaything. I wouldn't be anyone else's plaything ever again. "You can't reject me either." Alastair challenged, still kneeling before me. The most ridiculous thing was that this man was so certain I wouldn't be able to reject the Prince. Well, if that was what he thought, he was utterly mistaken. Let

Chelsea "Love, are you sure you weren't hallucinating?" My pulse leaped when I heard his voice close to me. One of his large hands slapped against the headrest of the bed while he gradually lowered himself, bringing us eye to eye. Fucking gorgeous! He was so fucking gorgeous, it was so disgusting. God... when did he come this close? "I–I am telling the truth.” I replied and instinctively tried to distance my face from his when he watched me with a dangerous intensity. "And, where's the bottle? Did you swallow it down as well?" he asked very calmly. I was exhausted from what I witnessed the day before. The death of the one that I had loved… and it was all because of this alpha in front of me. I had the nerve to kill him but instead I was being his obedient girl. That makes me sick. "Inside the car." I said. "As in, your hallucinated car? Or the real one?" I was disgusted by his question. It was really stupid. He was trying to make me the liar on such a stupid matter. But I was

Chelsea Ms. Beth took me to the second floor where I counted around twenty rooms. On the way to the east wing, I leisurely glanced inside a room that had its door opened. There were two bunks inside the room with a wardrobe and a pair of tables and chairs. It was still better than my room in the village. Finally, she stopped in front of a door and pulled a key out of her pocket. Slipping the key into the lock, she opened the door and motioned me toward the room. I followed her inside. Instead of two bunks, I spotted a single bed, and a couch! This room was bigger than the one I saw earlier. It also had a toilet attached. "It's supposed to be the room for an important slave, chosen by the royalty. But fortunately, we don't get any. You can use this room." said Ms. Beth. I thanked her for not sending me back. I thanked her for being kind. She stayed inside with me for a few minutes. She told me this place has about fifty slaves. Most of them were orphans. She said no one is tortured

Alastair The driver left the car for us in the front yard, untouched after I warned him not to move a thing. This Mercedes was kept for my private use. For other purposes, I use other cars mainly to confuse the aggressors. It's my mother's stupid idea. Cars can't confuse them. The one who wants to attack me, will track me anywhere. Chelsea came behind me. Shortly, I opened the door. She immediately hopped inside the passenger's seat where she sat before. Wow! She's very fast. “Here it is.” As she declared, I wasted no time picking the seat beside her and grabbing her hand to stop her from touching the soda bottle that was in the holder. “Don't touch it.” Pulling her hand down, I let it rest on her lap and looked into her eyes. “By touching it, you will leave fingerprints there.” She began to nod. “Y–yeah. I totally understand.” Her voice was fringed with nervousness. Flushes of rosy pink went apparent on her cheeks. Did I make her nervous? I glanced down. My hands were now on