All Chapters of The Lycan King's Contacted Luna: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

DAMON The anger hadn't left me. Not even close.If anything, it had grown stronger with every step we took away from that crowd. My jaw was still clenched, my fists tight at my sides. The only thing keeping me from turning back and ripping Ian's throat out was Lyra's hand in mine. I'd never been a fan of Alpha Ian. Never. The man was pompous, arrogant, and far too comfortable throwing his weight around despite having nothing substantial to back it up.His pack was mediocre at best, his leadership questionable, and his personality insufferable. I'd seen the way he treated Lyra at the market square and the sight disgusted me.What honorable man would stoop so low to humiliate anyone in front of his whole subject? He'd made fun of Lyra, made her a subject of ridicule. And I'd let it go.But this? This crossed a line I hadn't even known existed. Even though I'd made my point clear he wasn't to have anything to do with Lyra, he still had the effrontery to come into my territory, during

LYRA The rest of the party went surprisingly well.I'd expected the atmosphere to remain tense after everything that had happened with Ian, but somehow, things had shifted. The crowd that had been so quick to judge me earlier now seemed... uncertain, cautious, maybe, but not openly hostile.Damon and I had returned to the main hall together, and whilst I'd felt every pair of eyes on us as we entered, no one had said anything.No one had dared to, not after the way Damon had defended me.The ceremony continued as planned. There were speeches, toasts, more food and wine than anyone could possibly consume. I stayed close to Damon for most of it, not quite ready to venture out on my own just yet. He didn't seem to mind, in fact, he kept a protective hand on the small of my back, a silent reminder to everyone watching that I was his.But there was one person who made her absence very clear.Devika.I'd spotted her a few times throughout the evening, always on the opposite side of the ro

DAMON I hadn't slept.Not a single hour. I'd spent the entire night pacing my chambers, replaying what had happened with Lyra over and over in my mind. The way she'd felt beneath me, the way she'd responded to my touch, the way she'd whispered my name—it had taken every ounce of willpower I possessed to walk away.And now, sitting in my study with Eric across from me, I was questioning whether I'd made the right decision."You look terrible," Eric observed, leaning back in his chair with an amused expression."Thank you for that insightful observation," I muttered, rubbing my temples."Didn't sleep?" he pressed, though the knowing look on his face told me he already knew the answer.I sighed, dropping my hands to the desk. "No. I didn't.""Want to talk about it?"Did I? Talking about it meant admitting what had happened, admitting that I'd almost crossed a line I'd been so careful to avoid. But keeping it bottled up wasn't doing me any favors either."I almost slept with her," I fin

LYRA Breakfast with Devika had been... strange.She'd been polite, almost too polite, and whilst part of me wanted to believe she was being genuine, another part couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't right. But I couldn't put my finger on what it was, and I didn't want to be paranoid. Not everyone was out to get me.At least, that's what I kept telling myself.I excused myself from the table once I'd finished eating, thanking Devika for her company. She'd smiled warmly, told me she looked forward to spending more time together, and then returned to her own meal. I'd left the dining hall feeling oddly unsettled, though I couldn't explain why.The corridors were quieter now, most of the pack members having finished their breakfast and moved on to their daily duties. I walked slowly, my mind still preoccupied with thoughts of last night of Damon and the way he'd kissed me, touched me, and then... left.Why had he left? Had I done something wrong? Had I misread the situation

LYRAWe were alone now. Eric had left to gather the ingredients I'd requested, and it was just the two of us in this vast room filled with books and heavy furniture. What had happened last night resurfaced.The kiss, touches, the way his hands had felt on my skin, the way my body had responded to him. And then the way he'd stopped, pulled away, left me alone and confused in my chambers.I couldn't stop thinking about it and replaying every moment, every sensation, every word. What had I done wrong? Why had he left? Did he regret it? Did he regret me?The questions had kept me up most of the night, and now, sitting here across from him, they were even louder in my mind.I glanced at him from the corner of my eye. He was standing by the window, his back partially turned to me, his posture tense. He looked like he wanted to be anywhere but here, like the very act of being in the same room with me was uncomfortable."So," Damon began, breaking the silence. His voice was awkward, uncerta