All Chapters of The Silver Luna: Lycan Reclaimed: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Alicia's POVI had never seen him in my life before, only heard stories of his unmatched power, and ability to command packs with a single word.My knees went weak.His gaze swept over the pack like a predator observing its prey, until it fell on Derrick.“Your Majesty,” Derrick spoke, striding forward and bowing deeply. His voice shook slightly, I had never sensed fear in him before until now.“You failed me, Alpha,” the King said in a deep cold voice, echoing at every corner of the courtyard. “No warriors sent to aid the crown’s campaigns. No tribute last moon. You defied the Lycan Court twice.”Fear spread through the crowd like a cold wind.Derrick bowed with his head low. “Have Mercy my King. Silvermoon will honor its debt.”“Yes, you will. I could strip your title and take your lands. Instead, I will take something far more personal.” the King said, his tone was firm as a rock.His glowing eyes swept the crowd again, “Your Beta’s firstborn,” he continued.Gasps erupted, and my

Alicia's POVI hesitated for only a moment before following him out into the palace gardens.The garden was nothing like I expected.It had marble walkways and flowerbeds perfectly with a fountain standing at the center, its water as clear as crystal. The air smelled of roses and daisies, fresh and cool.I kept a careful distance as we walked, my eyes fixed on the ground. Why did he bring me here? Was this where he would tell me what my fate was?He said nothing for a while, the silence felt heavy enough to crush me.Finally, he glanced down at me.“You think I took you from your pack to punish you,” he said, his tone calm but cutting through me like a blade.My stomach twisted. “…Didn’t you?”He didn’t answer right away. Instead, his gaze softened. “You were humiliated in front of your entire pack,” he said. “I could have left you there to be torn apart by their anger. But I didn’t.”I blinked at him, unsure whether to feel grateful or insulted.“Why?” I asked before I could stop my

Alicia’s POVThe week that followed was a haze of sweat, bruises, and humiliation.Nadia was very harsh to me . She never smiled unless it was when I fell on my face. She made me run until my lungs burned, fight until my arms trembled, and hit me with the training staff whenever I was too slow to block.By the end of each session, my body was covered in bleeding cuts and deep purple marks. No one seemed to care, neither the warriors who trained nearby, nor the servants who passed the training grounds, and certainly not the King.He hadn’t spoken to me since we almost kissed a week ago. He hadn’t even looked at me.Some stupid part of me had hoped he’d show up, say something, anything. Instead, the only voice I heard was Nadia’s, barking orders, calling me weak.That afternoon, we were training again. My arms felt heavy, my chest heaving. Nadia’s stick came swinging toward my face. I tripped, barely getting my staff up in time.“You hesitate too much,” Nadia snarled. “Out there, hesita

VYAN.I felt her before I saw her.Even before I turned the corner of the corridor, Leo, my wolf, was already restless under my skin, pacing, growling low with a tension I had learned long ago to obey.Leo didn’t like what he sensed.Neither did I. Then I saw her.Alicia stood near the marble pillar at the end of the hallway, small against the vastness of the palace. She was shaking.Even from a distance, I could tell she was trying to hold herself together, and failing.Something inside of me was so uneasy. I walked toward her.But every step felt heavier than the last.Because I already knew she had heard.I could feel it in the air around her, her change in mood, the pain.By the time I stopped in front of her, she didn’t look up immediately. Her fingers were clenched tightly around her dress, her shoulders trembling like she was fighting something inside herself.When she finally raised her eyes to me…I saw it. Raw and unhidden pain.And beneath it, something worse.A hasty deci

VYANThe throne room had always obeyed me.It was built that way.Every pillar was carved to remind those who entered where power lived. Every shadow cast to make them feel smaller. Every breath taken within these walls belonged, in some way, to me.And yet, as I stood at the head of the court that morning, something in the air resisted, closely.I felt it.Leo stirred beneath my skin, restless, alert.The double doors groaned open, the sound echoing through the vast hall as nobles, elders, and high-ranking warriors filed in. Silks whispered. Boots struck marble. Eyes flickered, some curious, others calculating.And many…watching me.I sat back into the throne slowly, one arm resting against the carved obsidian, my fingers tapping once…twice…before stilling.Kylian took his place to my right, silent as ever. The elders gathered below, their long robes pooling around them like shadows that had learned to speak.Theros stood at the center.Of course he did.Old, and calculating. Brav