All Chapters of A Luna for the Lycan King: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

A white blur leaped over the hedge, landing directly in front of me. My beautiful, powerful mate with the same green captivating eyes. He shifted, and a second later, I was in his arms. He spun me swiftly, my back pressed against his solid chest. His warm breath teased my neck before he suddenly clamped down on my earlobe. A surprised yip escaped my lips, but he didn’t release his grip. Instead, he stood behind me, gently biting and tugging on the sensitive skin of my earlobe. The sensation sent shivers down my spine, and I couldn’t help but lean into him, feeling the warmth of his body against mine. It was unexpected yet exhilarating, and I found myself lost in the moment as he continued to nibble on my earlobe with gentle intensity.“Dare—” I started to say but he growled against my ear. Nibbling on the skin but never releasing his grip.Let me calm down. His voice entered my mind. Thinking about it like this was a bit funny. He was like a wild beast, gnawing on me to soothe his tur

DarrenI was lying on my back while my beautiful mate was hovering between my legs. Okay, I admit, this is not the scenario I had pictured. I planned on worshiping her body, but as soon as our clothes were off, she shoved me to the ground.“It’s time for the world to know who you belong to,” she purred as she traced her finger over the tip of my hard cock. My chest was heaving as she lowered her head. She popped the tip in her mouth and I moaned loudly. Her wet-hot mouth bobbed down until my tip reached her throat. She was taking all of me in.She began to hum as she sucked on me harder. Gods, it felt like she was going to suck my skin off, and I was a mess. Electric tingles rippled through my body making my toes curl in response to the heavenly sensations she was bringing.“Gods, Ally.” I tangled my fingers in her hair as I pumped into her mouth. Her breasts were stroking against my balls, her hard nipples teasing my skin. It was so hot, making me even harder. Her hand cupped under m

To say it was tense was an understatement. We were all in Milo’s forest room, and Darren flat out asked them if my mother, Evette, was a Waiting Lady. I could tell by the way their bodies tensed that she was. Right now, it was a quiet showdown.“Don’t bother trying to lie.” Finn plucked a leaf from a tree and began to slowly shred it. “I am analyzing you and detecting your body language. For now this will do, but Darren has authorized me to use my elite skills if it becomes necessary.”“Darren!” Milo gasped.“The truth, now!” Darren’s hand trembled with rage. I wrapped my hand over his fist and gave him a small smile.“Anger won’t help us think clearly.” He nodded his head at me but I could feel the menacing aura around him. I think, deep down, he was hoping it wasn’t true, and now it was clear that it was.“Evette was a Waiting Lady.” Winifred looked directly at me. “She was a direct threat to the crown, because she was never supposed to be one. It’s a long story.” I watched as Milo

I gripped the cold stone ledge, my knuckles white as I watched the somber procession below. Darren, Lyle, and Milo escorted Winifred down the winding path, their faces grim masks in the fading light. My heart twisted painfully in my chest.Anger and pity warred within me as I watched Winifred’s hunched form. I think she had been raised in such a way that she couldn’t escape herself. She was so caught up in thinking she was doing her duty that she forgot what it meant to be a mother to her children. But the idea that she would still try to kill me ... what the hell was wrong with her? I thought we were making progress.I didn’t think she was an evil person, but she needed help. She needed to understand that being a mother should have come before her duty. And I was still trying to come to terms with what she did to my own mother. Had she not scared my mother away, the curse would have ended a long time ago. However, then I wouldn’t have been born and I never would have met Darren. I co

DarrenI paced my private office like a caged beast, each step echoing off the stone walls of the castle. My breath came in ragged gasps as I ran my fingers through my hair, tugging at the roots.“Damn it all,” I growled, my voice barely above a whisper.The image of my father’s broken expression flashed through my mind, tearing at my heart. But what choice did I have? My own mother, threatening my mate, my Ally…A wave of protective fury washed over me, setting my blood on fire. My hands clenched into fists, claws extending involuntarily.“I had to do it,” I muttered, trying to convince myself. “For Allissa. For our child.”But the doubt gnawed at me, an insidious whisper in the back of my mind. Was there another way? Could I have reasoned with her, made her see she was wrong?No. The memory of my mother’s treacherous words of killing Allissa had my body trembling. A snarl ripped from my throat. The scent of cinnamon intensified as my anger built, filling the room with spice and heat