All Chapters of Mute Luna: The Assassin Of Her Lycan King: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The pungent, damp smell of wet clothes clung to the air, mingling with the squeaks of rodents scuttling too close for comfort. My entire body screamed with pain, my whole nerve wrecked, and for a slight moment, I wished the agony would simply end. My throat, dry to the point of cracking, fought even to let air pass. “Help... he... lp,” I tried to scream, but all that escaped was a pathetic whisper. The effort alone sent sharp aches through my chest. How long had I been here? I couldn’t tell anymore. Time have seem to have stood still. I closed my eyes, willing for any form of release. “Moon Goddess,” I whispered silently, my tears hot as they streaked down my filth-covered face. “If you’re real, if you can hear me, please help me. If not to survive, then let me die. Anything to end this.” The prayer was bitter, raw, and full of anger. I didn’t care if cursing the goddess brought me more bad fortune. What could possibly be worse than this? She deserved my rage for letting me suffer

In the meeting hall sat Leo on the second-largest chair, positioned in the middle of a long table draped in black cloth. Annastasia was seated beside him. To his right, twelve chairs were occupied by the pack elders, while on his left side, another row of chairs lined the table. Eleven of them were filled, leaving the largest chair at the far end of the table empty, with a smaller one placed beside it. This was my first time attending a meeting in years, ever since the death of my father—the former alpha. All eyes shifted to me as soon as I entered. I could hear murmurs and see the confusion etched on the men's faces as they glanced at one another, searching for answers. I walked forward timidly, my legs trembling like jelly, heading toward Leo, only to be intercepted by Benson. “Your place is by that corner,” Benson whispered. His eyes glistened with something that confused me. Was I imagining things, or did I see a worried look on his face? Don’t get ahead of yourself, Emb

I sat in the chair beside Drake, my heart pounding in rhythm with the unsettling silence of the room. The murmurs of the council had faded, and now all eyes were fixed on me—or rather, on us. Drake leaned back in his seat, exuding a commanding yet casual presence. His icy blue eyes flickered toward me occasionally, the ghost of a smirk curling his lips. Despite his calm demeanor, his energy was powerful—an unyielding force that held everyone captive. "Your Majesty," Leo began cautiously, his voice trembling. "Regarding the alliance treaty, we would like to offer you one of our maidens as a token of acceptance and submission to your will." Leo gestured to the shadows, and Lily emerged with her gaze fixed on the ground. "The first daughter of our pack, Azure," Leo said, parading Lily like a prized trophy. "She descends from a lineage of prominent pack healers." I abruptly stood up from my seat, my body trembling. All eyes turned to me as tears streamed down my cheeks. No. No

The forest came alive with chaos. The low growls of the skinwalkers reverberated in the air, sending shivers down my spine. Their yellow eyes glowed menacingly, and their forms—twisted. they moved with a predatory grace that was both mesmerizing and horrifying. Drake stood tall, his crimson eyes blazing like fire, his aura radiating raw power. His presence seemed to command the very earth beneath him, but even that wasn’t enough to quench the rising of terror that surged through me. The beta, seated beside me, rolled his shoulders and cracked his neck as if preparing for a casual workout. “This will be fun,” he said, grinning at the sight of the advancing creatures. Fun? Was he insane? I signed frantically, “We need to leave! They’ll kill us all!” He shook his head, his grin widening. “Not with the Alpha here. He’s stronger than all of them combined.” I wanted to believe him, but the skinwalkers were creatures of nightmares—beings that thrived on bloodlust and destruction. The

Minutes turned into hours, and hours into days in the castle. It actually felt like I was brought here to be fed and abandoned. I was always alone in my chamber at night, and in the morning, the servants would fetch me for breakfast in a big dining room with only two enormous chairs, one at each end of the large gold dining table. One for me, and the other for Drake. I wondered why he went through the trouble of bringing me here if he was just going to abandon me. It felt lonely, even though I wasn't allowed to lift a finger to work, and I was supposed to be happy to be in a place where I was respected. But I wasn't happy at all. The silence of the castle drowned my sorrow, and every night, I would cry myself to sleep. On the sixth day, I was getting my hair done by the servants when a thought struck me. Since I came here, I had never tried to start a conversation with the servants. All they did was lead me to the bathroom, the dining room, the garden, and the kitchen—e