All Chapters of A Luna for the Lycan King: Chapter 91 - Chapter 99

The water splashed and rippled around us as our bodies joined, creating tiny waves that lapped against the stone bath. Darren emitted a low, satisfied growl that vibrated from his chest into mine, primal and unrestrained. His grip on my waist tightened, fingers pressing into my flesh with barely controlled desire.“You’re my queen,” he murmured, the words half-statement, half-answered prayer.I rolled my hips in answer, establishing a rhythm. “And you’re my king. Don’t ever forget that.” My voice caught as pleasure built within me.“Never. These memories will be what keep me alive.” He growled, gripping my hips, guiding my movements.The slide of wet skin against skin, the gentle resistance of the water around us, the building tension between us, created the song of our lovemaking.Darren’s hands moved to cup my face, bringing my mouth to his in a kiss that spoke more eloquently than words. His lips were demanding, almost bruising in their intensity, as if he could imprint himself on

The months slipped away, barely recognizable, barely there, and then suddenly it was as if I’d always been alone, like it was normal to pad through the halls without Darren by my side. Calls, messages, each one fleeting, each one hurting as much as it healed. I touched the place where he should have been: beside me, reaching for my fingers, inhaling my scent, losing himself in it. But he wasn’t there, not even close. Most of the time, I only had messages to console me. Reading his handwritten letters to help me feel like he was near me. We had been able to have a few video chats, which was nice even though it made me miss him even more each time. I was given a crystal that would allow me to contact him if it was urgent. The light on his end would glow and let him know I needed to speak to him. But I would have to wait for his call. The crystal wasn’t a communicator, and all communication had to be initiated by him first.Months of not knowing. Months without him. At least Lyle was wit

Pain coiled within my body, each twist a new note in a symphony of agony. It sang through me, echoing until even my thoughts were dissonant cries. Everything blurred as my eyes struggled to focus. Was I asleep? Was I dying? The air itself pressed down, and I gasped at its strangeness. Searing images fought through the haze, branding themselves onto my mind. Lyle. His fading heartbeat. I had lost consciousness. But now I was awake, blinking into the darkness.“You’ve finally woken up.” The voice stabbed at me with its smug sharpness. Her. Fucking Ivy. I winced and opened my eyes to her face, gleaming and cruel. I felt a growl tearing up my throat, but the world came into focus before I could let it loose. Mossy walls loomed, dark and damp, a haunting green glow surrounding me. I had no idea where I was, but glowing green moss couldn’t be a coincidence. What did this mean? Was Ivy connected with the brainwashing? If she was, how and why?“Lyle,” I muttered, looking around.“He isn’t her

DarrenThe smell of blood and dirt clung to me like a second skin. I wiped the sweat off my brow, watching as the back of my hand turned red with the victory of another battle. Cuts and bruises screamed across my body, but exhaustion only lived in my bones, never my spirit. I couldn’t suppress the grin that took over my face. We’d won and hadn’t suffered many casualties. If we could keep this up, this war would be over before we knew it. Then, I could finally return to my Ally.I heard the heavy footsteps of my best friend before I saw him. Ivan appeared with his familiar stoic presence and a look that said he was about to crack a joke.“You look like hell, Darren,” Ivan said, his voice rumbling like distant thunder. He leaned against a tree, arms crossed, eyes scanning the battlefield as if he could still see the fight happening.“I could say the same for you,” I shot back, letting the grin stretch wider. I ran a hand through my hair, feeling the grit and grime that turned every touc