All Chapters of The Lycan King's Contacted Luna: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

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, ju

DAMON POV Gasps rippled across the room like waves, each maid reacting with shock to Leah's confession. I turned to look at Lyra, needing to gauge her reaction to this betrayal.The expression on her face nearly broke me. Her eyes were wide with shock, disbelief written across every feature. Her hands had flown up to cover her mouth, as if she could somehow take back the reality of what she'd just heard.I understand how shocked use was because I was also shocked..leah had been a spy for Ian all these while. Damn, this was really unbelievable.But hearing it from her lips and seeing the signs of it with my own eyes made me believe it was possible and she washing the truth.I turned back to Leah, forcing my voice to remain level. "Have you been the one dropping those threatening letters in Lyra's room?"Leah stared at me for a long moment, tears still streaming down her face. Then she nodded slowly. "Ian commanded me to drop them. The letters were from him. He wrote them and told

DAMON POV Gasps rippled across the room like waves, each maid reacting with shock to Leah's confession. I turned to look at Lyra, needing to gauge her reaction to this betrayal.The expression on her face nearly broke me. Her eyes were wide with shock, disbelief written across every feature. Her hands had flown up to cover her mouth, as if she could somehow take back the reality of what she'd just heard.I understand how shocked use was because I was also shocked..leah had been a spy for Ian all these while. Damn, this was really unbelievable.But hearing it from her lips and seeing the signs of it with my own eyes made me believe it was possible and she washing the truth.I turned back to Leah, forcing my voice to remain level. "Have you been the one dropping those threatening letters in Lyra's room?"Leah stared at me for a long moment, tears still streaming down her face. Then she nodded slowly. "Ian commanded me to drop them. The letters were from him. He wrote them and told

IAN I sat in my office staring at the package on my desk like it might explode at any moment. Marcus stood to my left, Annabelle to my right, both of them looking equally wary of the innocent-looking box."You said this was from Damon?" I asked Marcus for the third time, as if the answer might change."Yes. That's what the messenger told me when he delivered it to the border." Marcus shifted his weight uncomfortably. "He was very specific about it being a gift from the Lycan to you personally.""A gift." The word tasted wrong in my mouth. "Damon doesn't send gifts. Damon sends threats. We all know that here.""Well, you won't know what it is unless you open it," Annabelle pointed out, leaning forward with curiosity. "Stop being a coward and just look inside.""I am not a coward Anabelle. And watch your tongue before you get punished. Being my wife doesn't mean you can talk to me as you wish." I spat out angrily, my eyes flashing at her for a second at her."I am sorry. I didn't mea

LYRAI took Damon's hand, feeling the warmth of his palm against mine. Together, we walked back out to the festival grounds where the crowd had gathered, waiting for us.The moment we appeared, cheers erupted. Pack members and visiting wolves alike shouted their excitement, their voices blending together into a roar of celebration.Damon raised his hand, and the crowd fell silent almost immediately. The power he commanded was obvious in that simple gesture—everyone respected him, listened to him without question."Thank you all for gathering here tonight to celebrate the Festival of the Moon," he began, his voice carrying clearly across the grounds. "This is a time of unity, of strengthening bonds between packs, of honouring the Moon Goddess who watches over us all. Tonight, we feast, we dance, we celebrate the peace we've worked so hard to maintain."More cheers. More shouts of agreement and joy."Let the ceremony begin!"Music hit the crowd immediately, louder and more energetic