Alle Kapitel von The Lycan King's Contracted Luna: Kapitel 61 – Kapitel 70

LYRADamon just stared at me, his expression unreadable in the dim light. For a moment, I thought he might actually answer. Might tell me the truth about where he disappeared to every night.But then his face closed off, becoming that mask of calm authority he wore so well."You should be asleep. After all the stress you went through at the event today, you need rest.""Don't avoid my question." I kept my voice calm, refusing to let him deflect. "Where do you go, Damon? Who are you seeing in the west wing?""No one. I just went to do a little studying.""Studying?" I couldn't keep the scepticism out of my voice. "You don't look like someone who just came from reading books. You look troubled. Upset, even."His jaw tightened, but his expression remained neutral. "Lyra, just go to bed. You're exhausted and you're stressed out. We can talk about this another time.""But—"He grabbed his washing cloth and headed towards the bathroom, effectively ending the conversation. "Get some sleep. P

LYRA POV I staggered outside despite the throbbing pain in my hands, needing air that didn't smell of herbs. The late afternoon sun felt warm against my face, a welcome contrast to the coldness of the healing room.But as I stood there, breathing in the fresh air, I felt a pull drawing me towards the west wing.My feet started moving in that direction before I'd consciously decided to go. Something was calling to me from that part of the pack house.I was halfway there when reality crashed back in.There would be guards stationed at the west wing, just like always. And they wouldn't let me through, no matter how much I asked or argued.I stopped walking, frustration bubbling up inside me. Whatever secrets that wing held, they'd remain hidden for now.The orphanage. I could go to the orphanage instead and check on the pup I'd saved, make sure he was truly all right despite Damon's assurances.I didn't believe him. Not entirely. He'd tell me the child was fine even if he wasn't, jus

LYRA POV Panic exploded in my chest, hot and consuming. I rushed to Damon's side, catching him as he swayed dangerously. Blood was pouring from his mouth, staining his shirt, dripping onto the floor."Damon! Damon, stay with me!" My hands shook as I tried to hold him upright, his weight heavy against me. "I'm going to get help. I'm going to find Eric. He'll know what to do. Just hold on."I lowered him as gently as I could to the floor and ran. My feet barely touched the ground as I raced through the corridors, screaming for Eric at the top of my lungs."Eric! Eric, please! Something's wrong with Damon! He's been poisoned!"I found him in the main hall, talking with some guards. The moment he saw my face, he was moving."What happened?""The water. I don't know. Damon drank water and now he's coughing up blood. There's so much blood. Please, you have to help him!"We ran back to the dining hall together, my heart pounding so hard I thought it might burst from my chest. This was my

LyraHis mouth crashed against mine, hungry and urgent. Damon’s tongue pushed past my lips, tasting me, claiming me. My arms flew up around his neck without thinking, fingers digging into his hair as I pulled him closer. His hands gripped my waist hard, yanking my body flush against his. We kissed like we were starving, both fighting for more, neither willing to give in.I could feel the heat seeping out from his chest, his hard bulge lower down pressing against my stomach, his arms holding me tight like he didn't want to let go. I didn't want him to let go of meMy own body answered before my mind could catch up, warmth began spreading fast between my legs, making me ache and tremble His palms slid up my sides, over my back, tracing every curve gently like he was memorizing me. I couldn’t breathe properly, only short, sharp gasps between kisses. I wanted his hands higher. Lower. Anywhere. My fingers ran over his shoulders, down the firm lines of his back, feeling muscle shift

LYRA The Festival of the Moon was approaching fast, and the entire pack house had been buzzing with preparations for days. It was a huge celebration, apparently — one of the most important events of the year. And as Luna, I was expected to attend and play my part.Damon had made that abundantly clear when he'd knocked on our chamber door yesterday with a dress box in his hands."This is for the festival," he'd announced, setting the box on the bed. "You'll need to wear it tomorrow night."I'd opened it to find a dress that was simple but elegant, it was a deep blue fabric that shimmered slightly in the light, with delicate embroidery along the bodice. It was beautiful without being overly fancy, appropriate for a Luna."Thank you," I'd managed, surprised by the thoughtfulness of the choice.Damon had nodded stiffly and left without another word.That had been typical of our interactions lately. He'd be kind one moment — soft, even — and then distant the next. I couldn't figure hi