All Chapters of From ruin to the Lycan King's Luna: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Sebastian’s POVThe second I pulled the velvet box from my pocket, I saw it the way her breath hitched, how her eyes locked onto it like it held the secrets of the universe. She didn’t say a word. Just stared.Curious. Anxious.Hopeful.Exactly the reaction I was hoping for.I stepped closer, closing the gap between us until the warmth of her body stirred the air between us. Her scent of soft vanilla and something wild wrapped around me.“Go on,” I said quietly, my voice low. “Open it.”She blinked, lips parted slightly, and reached for the box. Her fingers trembled just enough to make my chest tighten. Then she took it delicately, like it was sacred.The room seemed to fall into silence. Not the kind you escape from, but the kind that crackled with meaning.She lifted the lid slowly.A faint gasp slipped from her lips.Nestled inside, cushioned against black velvet, was a delicate silver bracelet. Thin but strong. Inlaid with tiny obsidian stones, each etched with markings so old

Sebastian’s POVThe crisp evening air bit at my exposed skin, but I barely registered the chill. My senses were hyper-focused, straining against the rising wind. I stood a stone’s throw from the border. Below, the river rushed over jagged rocks.I had told Ivanka I was checking the border posts a half truth. While my guards maintained their usual vigilance, my true objective lay elsewhere. The real reason I was here… was deep within the forest ahead of me, within spitting distance of Derek’s territory.My boots made no sound as I moved forward, years of training guiding my every step, each fallen leaf and snapping twig anticipated and avoided. The clearing was exactly where we’d left it, just beyond the Dark Moon territory. The spot where we had planted the fake amulet. Just as expected, it wasn’t there anymore.Fiona had taken the bait. Derek too. And from the reports I’d received, the Dark Moon Pack hadn’t questioned it since. They believed Susanna was gone. Dead. The though

Susanna’s POVI could feel his eyes on me before I even turned.That heavy, unblinking stare the kind that pins you in place slid over my skin like a touch.Sebastian stood in the doorway, frozen mid-step. His gaze locked on me as though I were prey he had been tracking for far too long. His shoulders were tense, his chest rising slowly but heavily, every inhale sounding like it scraped against control.The air between us shifted thicker, darker, charged with something primal.And I knew exactly what it was.His wolf was pressing hard against him. I could see in his eyes that dangerous gold was bleeding through, the fight between control and surrender written in every taut line of his body.I didn’t move. Not yet.Instead, I let the steam curl lazily off my damp skin, clinging in small, shimmering beads that caught the morning light. I reached for the towel slowly, deliberately, letting the soft cotton slide against me as I wrapped it around myself.His gaze followed every moveme

Susanna’s POVI woke before the sun.The sheets were warm against my skin, smelling faintly of cedar, leather… and him. Sebastian’s scent clung to me like an invisible mark, one I couldn’t wash off no matter how many baths I took. My body still hummed faintly with the echoes of the night before a heat low in my stomach, a heavy languid ache in my muscles.And yet, the first thing that hit me wasn’t satisfaction.It was regret.Not the simple kind. Not the kind you feel when you make a mistake and wish you could undo it. This was deeper. More complicated.Because I couldn’t tell if I regretted what happened… or if I regretted how much I had wanted it.The memory was already pressing at the edges of my mind his hands gripping my hips like he’d waited his entire life to touch me, his mouth claiming mine like we were the only two people left in the world, the way his wolf had come through his eyes in molten gold and refused to let me go.I shifted slightly in the bed, and my thighs b

Sebastian’s POVBy the time I made it to the forest the morning sun was just breaking over the high stone walls, casting long shadows across the packed dirt floor.Susanna was already there.She stood near the far end, hair loose around her shoulders, wearing black training leathers that clung to every curve. She wasn’t looking at me, but she knew I was there. I could tell from the way her spine straightened, the subtle shift of her stance.I forced my gaze off her body and onto the task at hand. This wasn’t supposed to be about last night.This was about Derek. This was about our plan. But my wolf didn’t care about missions or strategy right now he only cared about the fact that she still smelled like us.“Ready?” I asked, my voice carrying easily across the space.Her eyes flicked to mine for the briefest moment, then away again. “We have work to do.”The same words she’d thrown at me before leaving my room.I stepped onto the training floor, closing the distance between us. “We