Semua Bab Fantasy: Short Stories: Bab 11 - Bab 15

Morgan’s POVI had worn the mask for so long that sometimes I forgot what it felt like to be a woman, to have a body that ached and pulse and burned in ways no crown or throne could ever soothe. They called me Luna still even after I sent him away. The Alpha who used to be my husband the man who spread himself across every bed in the pack except mine. I divorced him yet I kept my title because I gave the pack more than he ever did. I bled for them and built them up and led them with iron and tenderness. But when night fell and the halls grew silent, the demons inside me clawed and screamed. I was untouched and very starved. A Luna with a crown of power but a body begging to be ruined.It was that hunger that carried me through the village streets in disguise with cloak drawn low and hood shadowing my face. I told myself I was just observing just curious but even my own lies could not smother the heat between my thighs. I wasn’t here for politics or diplomacy. I was here to watch

Morgan’s POVAll so I could “stumble” upon him. Dorian.I heard him before I saw him the crunch of boots over leaves steady. When he emerged from the shadows my pulse jumped. Taller than Kaelen but leaner but no less powerful, his body was all coiled strength and predatory grace. His dark hair fell into his eyes, his jaw rough with stubble and there was a scar that ran from his cheekbone down toward his mouth giving him the look of a wolf who’d seen too many battles and won them all.“What’s a little lamb doing in wolf country?” His voice was low edged with suspicion cutting straight through my act. His eyes flicked over me, sharp as a blade and I knew instantly he wasn’t fooled.“I… I got lost,” I whispered clutching the lantern to my chest trying to look timid. But he stepped closer, too close his hand shooting out to grab my wrist. In one swift motion my back hit the rough bark of a tree, his body caging me in, heat radiating from him even through the night air.“You’re no villag

Morgan’s POVThe hall fell silent the moment I stepped in. My cloak was gone. My disguise is gone. I stood before them in full Luna regalia with silk clinging to my curves, the silver crown glinting in my hair. No more shadow games and no more hiding in taverns or forests. Let them see me. Let them know who I was.Gasps rippled through the crowd. Whispers sharp and quick. The Luna. Our Luna. It was her all along.But my eyes weren’t on them. My eyes were on the three men at the front of the hall from Kaelen, broad and furious, fists clenched. Dorian, sharp eyed and calculating already piecing it together. Ronan, arms crossed, jaw tight his steel gaze locked on me.The men I had taken in the shadows. The men who had fucked me, craved me and worshipped me without ever knowing who I was. Now they knew.“You!” Kaelen growled stepping forward with his chest heaving. “It was you.”Dorian’s lips curled in a smirk though his eyes burned. “I should have known. Only you would dare.”Ronan said