All Chapters of From ruin to the Lycan King's Luna: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Susanna's POVFiona is not pregnant.She never was.It took me a solid minute to process that single sentence. And at the end I was not sure how I felt about the fact.Anger? Surprised? Or just outright confused?Apparently if you let Fiona get a little crazy, she will spill.Fiona was on her feet now, and she was in a rocking motion alternating between her toes and heels, and had her hands behind her back, and she finally mustered the courage, or better yet enough insanity to look me directly in the eye. She had a crazed look in her eyes, a crackling laughter in her mouth.Although I was blank and feeling about ten different shades of confusion, mixed with anger and toppings of pity, I didn't let it show in my face. Instead I maintained a calm, sickly serene expression, like what sfe had just said had no effect at all.Fiona was on a full ride, had her head thrown back in laughter, that had less and lesser humour the more it lasted. It was more like self humiliation, and the sick amu

Susanna's POV It's really happening.It was there when I had to learn about all the rituals of the Moonstone Pack. It was present when I had to learn about the rules and the don'ts of being a Luna of Moonstone. It was there when I took the customary cleansing bath that the Elder women organised. It was there when Ivanka smiled and nodded at me as she roused me from the water, signalling her complete approval. It was there when I officially completed my studies, and the tests the Elders laid out. But none of that matched this.None felt as profound as right now.I was walking down the aisle, donning a shimmering golden dress that Kieran would not stop gushing about, and at the end of that aisle, Sebestian was standing, clad in a bedazzled black tuxedo, his hands crossed in front of him, a wide schoolboy grin on his face.It was hard to remember that this was a marriage of convenience if he was smiling like that.But was it really?We had the consummation part down tho.I thought wi

Fiona's POV.I've been having bad days.I am having a bad day.And a sad dinner..Derek sat across from me at the other end of the uselessly large dining table between us and he was stabbing his sad excuse for dinner..A poor mixture of Chicken, beef from a buffalo, cheese, and variants of veggies I don't care to know..I was having the same combo, and the length of the table was filled with broth, casseroles and something the cook had elaborately named steak. It looked nothing better than properly burnt meat that had disgusting meat juice seeping out and staining the dish.The sad dinner extravaganza was complete with orange juice that was so sour I felt slapped at each sip.The bright side was; it kept me awake in the drab, stupid dinner."How's your meal?" Derek asked stabbing into the burnt meat with his cutlery like it was a long time foe.I am having loads of fun."Disgusting." I said honestly.I had not picked up my fork since I sat down and saw the splendor of disgust laid out

Fiona's POV I was mortified.For the first time in a long while I felt another emotion aside from rage and fear. Still, as much as I was grateful for it, I miss my fear and rage, they were familiar.And this was only thanks to Hercules and Godwin, the gamma and beta pair. It was only when I saw the stunned looks in Godwin's face did I realise the position I and Derek were locked in. There I was, on the dining table, a painting on the canvas made of broth, my clothes torn in places Derek's claws had slashed, blood seeping out and soaking the lips of my torn dress.I looked like a crazy person.But it gets worse, I had my legs around Derek's waist, holding him in place, and his ear in my mouth, fangs biting and my lips sucking the blood. It was delicious, I felt my core animal instincts satisfied. I wanted raw flesh and blood, something to dig my fangs in and something warm to calm my throat, not those overcooked beef and unnecessarily hot soup water.Now I looked like a cannibalistic

Susanna's POV What's the best way to take revenge against an Alpha?Kill him? Wolfsbane?A shovel or a rope?Or my personal favourite, shave his skin, layer by layer, while sticking needles repeatedly in his eyes and branding all six hundred myofascial trigger points in his body..Then you will watch him writhe in agony, because wolves have fast healing he won't die, but he would not even be able to move cos you will have his hands tied to poles and hanging upside down like a rabbit on a dissecting board. Sweet.All very exciting.I had thought of all the exciting ideas in the killbook chapter of my mind before I settled on the foolproof plan..I had to take away the very thing that makes him an Alpha. His Pack.And after taking away everything that he loves and holds dear, I could get some alone time with him. And we would have loads of fun.It was a sunny morning, and I was seated in Sebestian's meeting room, Sebestian by my side sitting across from four Alphas of the Four prom