All Chapters of The Lycan King's Contacted Luna: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

DAMON I was exhausted.Showing Lyra around the entire pack territory had taken far longer than I'd anticipated. We'd walked for hours, covering everything from the residential areas to the training grounds, the school to the agricultural fields. My feet ached, my legs felt heavy, and all I wanted was to sit down with a glass of wine and not think about anything for a while.But I couldn't deny it had been worth it.Watching Lyra's face light up as she discovered different parts of the territory, seeing her genuine interest in the welfare programmes and educational systems—it had made every tired step worthwhile. She wasn't just going through the motions of being Luna. She actually cared. She wanted to understand, to contribute, to be part of something meaningful.That was more than I'd dared to hope for when we'd first arranged this marriage.Now we were sitting in the smaller dining room, the one I preferred for private meals rather than the grand hall where formal dinners were hel

LYRAMy mind wasn’t at rest, on who had sent that letter. It felt like someone was watching me, but who? Could it be someone rom the council who didn't approve of me, who thought I wasn't worthy of being Luna. The possibilities swirled in my mind, each one more unsettling than the last.I should tell Damon, that was the right thing to do. Show him the letter, explain what I'd found, let him investigate and find out who was trying to threaten me.But something stopped me.If I went to him now, panicked and afraid, what would that say about me? That I couldn't handle the pressures of being Luna? That I needed him to solve all my problems?And what if it really was just a prank? Some jealous she-wolf trying to scare the new Luna, testing to see if I'd break under pressure. If I ran to Damon over something like this, I'd look weak. Exactly what everyone probably expected from an omega who'd been rejected by her previous alpha.No. I wouldn't give whoever wrote this the satisfaction of se

LYRA The kitchen was a hive of activity when I arrived. Cooks moved between stations, preparing what I assumed was lunch for the pack. The smell of fresh bread and roasting meat filled the air, making my stomach growl despite having eaten breakfast.I spotted two women who looked to be about Leah's age working at a large table, chopping vegetables. They looked up when I entered, their eyes widening slightly at seeing Luna in their workspace."Excuse me," I began, approaching them carefully. "Are either of you Meg or Sarah?""I'm Meg," the taller one answered, setting down her knife and wiping her hands on her apron. "And this is Sarah, is there something we can help you with, Luna?""I hope so," I responded. "Leah suggested I talk to you both. I'm planning an event for the children at the orphanage, and I understand you have experience organising similar events?"Both women's faces brightened considerably."Oh, how lovely!" Sarah exclaimed. "The children will be thrilled. What kind o

LYRAI took a cautious approach like the letter could suddenly grow teeth and bite me.This one was sitting on my desk, propped up against my inkwell where I couldn't possibly miss it. White paper, folded precisely, exactly like the previous ones.My blood ran cold.Someone had been in my room. Again. And this time, I knew for certain that I'd locked the door.Which meant whoever was leaving these letters had a key. Or knew how to pick locks. Or had some other way of getting into my supposedly private, secure chambers.The thought made my skin crawl. How many times has someone been in here without my knowledge? How many times had they walked through my space, touched my things, violated my privacy?”And what would happen if they came whilst I was here? Or even when I was asleep? My hands were shaking as I picked up the letter. A part of me wanted to throw it in the fire without reading it, to pretend it didn't exist. But I knew that wouldn't help. I needed to know what it said, need

LYRA "It's just that you seem to have that quality," she explained. "That nurturing, caring energy that healers often have. My sister is a healer, and she has the same way about her. Very attuned to what people need, especially children."I felt my confusion deepen. "I don't know anything about healing. Not really. I've been around healer's, but I never... I mean, I know some basic herb lore, but nothing formal.""Oh," the woman responded, looking slightly disappointed. "I just thought... well, never mind then. It was just an observation.""But if you're interested in learning," another woman interjected, "Maeve at the infirmary is always looking for apprentices. She'd probably be happy to teach you.""I'll keep that in mind," I offered, not sure what else to say.The conversation moved on to other topics—the upcoming banquet, how I was settling in, general pack news. But the question about healing stuck with me even after I'd said my goodbyes and continued walking.Why would they th