Todos os capítulos de Sleeping Luna and the Lycan King: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Leonidas POVI open the door that connects our rooms and the scent of vanilla swirls around me. I should have known she would be here. Strolling into the room, I walk past Sabrina and into my closet."Why are you here?" I growl.Sabrina steps into the closet. My eyes roam over her naked body, but I remain unaroused. While I look at her I try to remember why I brought her into my bed to begin with. She is conventionally attractive but not anything special. There is a tiny pout on her lips and she dangles her silver cuffs from the tips of her fingers."Your Highness," she whispers seductively. "It is Friday night. I always come to you on Friday nights.""Not anymore," I grunt.Her eyes fill with fake tears. "Have I done something to displease you?""You have lost your appeal," I respond harshly. It is how I have dismissed all of the other she-wolves before her, but apparently Sabrina is here to fight for her position as my mistress. She drops the silver cuffs to the ground and sto

Alora POVThe man ruffles his hair in an attempt to hide his ears, but it is too late. I have seen what he is. He turns from me and tries to leave the stables, but I chase after him. “Wait,” I beg. “I am not supposed to talk to you,” he mutters under his breath. “Why not?” I plead. “Does the Lycan King not know what you are?” “It is because of what I am that I cannot talk to you,” he whispers. He races up the hill to the castle, but I refuse to accept his departure. “Please,” I beg. He spins around so quickly that he almost knocks me over. His hand wraps around my forearm and stops me from tumbling to the ground. His grasp is firm, but he does not hurt me, and his eyes are laced with concern.“What is your name?” I ask curiously. Waiting until I am steady, he lets go and exhales an uneasy breath. “My name is Elric.” “Elric,” I repeat his name. “I am Alora.” “I know who you are,” he groans. “I need to go.”“Wait,” I call after him again. “How did you get through th

Alora POVThe room is silent, and I know I have touched on a subject that Leonidas does not want to speak about. I hold my breath while waiting for Leonidas to answer. At first, I don’t think he is going to answer me, but then he opens his mouth to speak. “Do you know about the Moon Goddess?” He begins. “I do,” I respond. “She is your creator.” Leonidas gives me a genuine smile, something I have yet to see from him. The sight of it makes my heart flutter. I have thought he was attractive, but when he smiles, he is devastatingly beautiful. Right now, he looks like the prince in every book I have read, instead of the villain he has turned out to be. “That’s right. She loved us so much she gave us each a partner called a mate. Our mate is supposed to complete us. They are everything we are not and everything we need. With our mates by our side, we are stronger and happier.” I pause to think about his words. It is not the archaic situation I had expected, and that gives m

Alora POVWarm water splashes me in the face as Leonidas joins me in the bathtub. At first, I am too stunned to speak. He is sitting fully clothed in the water with me and doesn’t seem phased at all. “Your Highness,” I whisper in shock. “Don’t call me that,” he growls playfully. “King Leonidas,” I correct myself. He inches closer to me. “Don’t call me that either.” “Leonidas,” I chance calling him by his name. He cups my face with his hand and stares into my eyes. The electricity between us is almost unbearable as it lights up my skin. My body is urging me to push him away but pull him close to me at the same time. As the war within me rages, Leonidas continues to get closer. “Sire,” I whisper. “You have on your clothes.” His lips are so close his breath fans my face. “Would you prefer I was naked?” “Yes,” My words betray me. “Wait…” But the damage has been done. He stands in the water and begins stripping off his clothes. He peels each item from his body an

Alora POVI grumble under my breath while I get dressed. He may have commanded I come down for dinner, but he didn’t say I had to wear a fancy gown. I stand in front of the array of dresses and look for the perfect one to piss him off. My eyes keep flickering toward a blue beaded gown. It is beautiful, but not what I am looking for. After mulling it over for too long, I decide I should be dressing for myself, not for Leonidas, and it would be a shame to let something so beautiful go to waste.I pull it out of the closet and strip down to my undergarments. An uneasy feeling washes over me, and I feel as if I am being watched. Wrapping my arms around myself, I spin around, but there is no one there. Dragging in an uneasy breath, I try to push my nerves aside. I step into the dress quickly, pulling it up over my shoulders to cover myself. It takes longer than it should for me to tighten the corset myself, but once I am finished, I am pleased. The blue is the exact shade of