All Chapters of Luna Lyra: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Luke shoved his long and thick cock inside of my still convulsing pussy. It feels so amazing to be entered while in the middle of my climax. It’s like, dreams do come true. That’s how I always imagined love-making with my mate would feel. My pussy is still so sensitive, and I could feel more of him. His dick is so hot and hard, and it was twitching slightly inside. Luke was panting hard as he started moving inside my hole.His hands grabbed my legs to hold them apart as he pumped his shaft deeply into me. He’s so hot and hitting all the right spots inside of me. It feels so good. His technique is amazing. I felt my legs going weak already after just a few of his thrusts. My moans soon turned into cries of pleasure as I cried at every thrust that hit me deep inside. I cried out his name and he pounded even faster into my pussy while changing angles to penetrate different corners of my inner walls. I ground my hips against him, trying to take him in even deeper. Our bodies made a slapp

“Treason dressed as tradition,” I spat. “He’s calling for a vote to unseat me.”I turned and slammed my fist against my palm. “Fuck! I don’t need to consult them about welcoming my mate back home!”“You and I know that,” Rowan said calmly. “And I’m sure most of the elders know that their roles are mostly advisory.”“Yet they listen to him,” I said. “They accused me on that day, right at the party grounds, that I didn’t consult them first.”“The elders want to feel among and they usually always listen to Marcus,” Rowan added. “So they agreed with whatever he said. Now he has consolidated his thoughts with this meeting.”“Can’t they think with their brains?” I fumed. “Must they listen to everything that man says?”Rowan shrugged. “Well, Elder Marcus knows the council. He played his part like a master manipulator. He started with your failings as an Alpha, real and fabricated…”“Mostly fabricated.”“We know that. But those old wolves at the council? They don’t, or maybe they don’t care

I heard the sound of fighting and turned round to see the man in crutches holding his own against the rogues. Because of his injury, he could no longer shift, but he was doing his best in human form. He must have been a great warrior before his injury. One rogue is dead, but the other two were getting the best of him. Calista continued to push the children behind her into the secret room. She was carrying one toddler in her arms while calling on others. Immediately, one rogue lunged forward towards her, and I didn’t hesitate.With a guttural growl, I shifted mid-air, bones snapping, fur tearing through skin. My snow-white wolf hit the ground with grace and fury. I went for that wolf rogue and tore at his throat. Children screamed behind us, huddled with caregivers, but I never wavered. I shielded them all and made sure they all got into the secret room safely. I turned swiftly as the other rogue killed the warrior. I hit him on his head with my paw and used my foot to tear out his t

I gasped. I didn't know the details, but it seems the woman they are talking about is the same body they found mutilated at the border. Luke let a loud growl from his chest.The room felt like it was closing in, the weight of Luca’s words pressing down on us. Luke’s eyes burned with fury, but I could see the hesitation there. "Relax," Luca said, lifting his hands mockingly. "I didn't come to fight. Not today.""What the hell are you doing here?" Luke growled, stepping closer to him, his eyes glowing with restrained fury.Luca's smirk remained. "Just came to tell you congratulations. You put a cog in the wheel of my plans. My men were decimated last night.""Your men?" Luke barked. "So you admit the rogues were your doing.""Of course they were," he said casually. "But don't get too comfortable. That was just a taste. I should have listened to that foolish old man. I thought his brain had aged, but in this case, he was right.”“What nonsense are you talking about?” Luke asked.He sni

Denise’s povI didn’t cry.Not when I packed my clothes into the wooden chest Luke had carved for me. Not when I laid down in the guest bed staring at the ceiling, wondering what it all meant. And not even when I caught my reflection in the window and saw a stranger looking back.I was numb. That cold, foggy kind of numb that comes right after something earth-shattering.Luca.The name echoed in my head like a curse.I had finally seen his face. I had heard his voice. And I’d felt the same chill run down my spine that I had the night my parents were murdered.He didn’t deny it. He even smiled like it was some kind of joke. And then he walked away, leaving his brother, my mate, standing in the room with the truth laid bare.A soft knock pulled me out of my spiraling thoughts.“Denise?” Calista’s voice was gentle, almost tentative.I didn’t respond. Not right away.The door creaked open, and she stepped in, holding a small tray with two mugs and some shortbread cookies.“Thought you cou