All Chapters of A Luna for the Lycan King: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

My breath caught in my throat, tears already blurring my vision. I rushed down the hallway to see Squall and Magnus blocking the path.“Get the fuck out of my way!” I could see his black hair as he shook his head angrily. “If you are holding my queen hostage, I’ll rip you apart!”I could hear the tremble in his voice. He was about to lose control. I ran up behind Squall, who moved to the side. My eyes met with blue before I dove into his arms. I wrapped my arms around him, and he buried his head in my hair. His breath was warm against my skin, and I felt the comforting strength in his arms.“Issy, I am so damn sorry … Issy—”“Shut up, you idiot.” I hiccupped. “You’re alive. I was so afraid …”“I heard you, Issy. Your voice was in my mind. Your magic—” I pulled back, just enough to see his eyes.“What are you talking about?”“You saved me,” he said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Your magic saved my life. It froze my blood and stopped the poison from killing me.”I di

DarrenI braced myself for impact, preparing to launch myself at the beast and go for its neck. The gargoyle slammed into me, stone claws flashing. I braced for the razoring pain, the crunch of bone, the tearing of skin. Instead, there was a jolt—like grabbing a live wire, but deeper. The shock ripped through every nerve in my body, a white-blue blast that snapped my head back. The thing’s hands clamped around my throat, stone fingers digging in. Its eyes were featureless, just glassy pits that burned with a cold, alien hunger. I could see myself reflected in them, teeth bared, lips peeled back in a snarl. Every instinct told me to phase, to let the beast take over, to meet power with power. But the lightning inside me was too wild. It made shifting impossible. My body wouldn’t listen.I tried to thrash, tried to wrench free, but the thing was immovable. Like wrestling a mountain. I could hear the others, James, the rest of the pack, scrambling to regroup, but they were as useless as I

I couldn’t process this. My father was alive. This entire time, he was trapped in another dimension. And my mother … was most likely alive as well. How? I never did get to see her body when she died. She had requested that my last memory of her not be of her being dead. Was that really all a lie? Did she fake her death and leave me? Where was she now?I sat down on the bed, trying to wake up from the shock. I told Darren to go and get cleaned up, that I just needed a moment to process everything. He hesitated, not wanting to leave me. I promised I would wait for him, that I needed a moment to think. I knew he was afraid I would be upset with him for leaving my father behind. Never. I’d lived without my father for years, but I couldn’t survive without Darren. I needed him back, and then we could go from there to free my father. Darren suspected that my mother might be in the elven forest, because that was where the watch had reacted. I figured we would start there.All this time … my pa

The next morning, we left for the elven forest. Lyle and Dayanara insisted on coming with us. The dragons weren’t ready to leave yet and would need another day. There was no point sitting around and doing nothing, and Dayanara thought her powers might be helpful.The world spun below—a blur of green valleys and the jagged blue teeth of rivers—while Squall’s dragon wings cut huge swaths of shadow over the earth. I was pinned between Darren’s chest and the obsidian curve of Squall’s back, his arms a cage around me, his breath burning a line behind my ear every time he exhaled.I hadn’t let go of him since the moment he kicked down the palace doors. It wasn’t just the mate bond, though that felt like a current too wild to ever fully contain. It was the way his hands never stilled, always tracing some invisible constellation across my ribs, my belly, my thighs. As if anchoring himself in the only reality that mattered.Last night, we reconnected in every way possible. We didn’t get a lot o

Dayanara moved closer to me, and Lyle came with her, still keeping a steady hand on her. Dayanara was on high alert as she held her hand in a defensive position.Look at those eyes. There is no fear. Nothing. They know what we are and look how they stand there confidently. Dayanara’s voice entered my mind. Be ready for anything.“Eira, to my flank,” the drangel barked. Her voice was cold and sharp, a whip-crack that brooked no delay.The water dragon moved instantly, her feet a whisper over the bare ground. But before she could close the distance, Squall shot out a hand and snatched Eira’s wrist. His claws dug in, not to hurt, but to possess. To claim.The air shimmered with a hot pulse of dragon magic, and for a moment, I thought he might shift right there and drag the whole cave down on our heads just to keep her. “Let my servant go,” the drangel snapped, wings flaring as she stepped forward, lips curled in disdain as her eyes glowed with power.“Squall.” Dayanara’s voice was sharp