All Chapters of The Lycan King’s Treasured Luna: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

My heart betrayed me again. It lurched toward her, fierce and unrepentant, as if there had never been distance between us. As if I hadn't spent countless nights staring into the dark, trying to excise her memory from the marrow of my bones. I swallowed hard, forcing myself to look away before I did something unforgivable, like let the entire kingdom see how badly I wanted her. The herald stepped forward into the hush, his polished boots striking the marble with a hollow finality. He paused at the center of the dais. "Subjects of Khragnir, nobles, allies from the outer courts, your attention, if you will." His voice rang out, crisp and commanding, cutting through the ballroom's restless energy with the ease of a blade sliding through silk. The musicians obeyed instantly, softening their melody into a muted instrumental hum. The hush that followed was thick enough to choke on. Hundreds of eyes turned toward the dais. "The Council of Twelve has concluded the first two stages of t

And suddenly... It felt like the world around us fell away. The gilded arches, the tiered balconies crowded with nobles, the candlelit faces craning to watch, every last fragment of it dissolved into a soft, ringing hush that left only the two of us standing there. My breath caught in my throat. I lowered my gaze and mimicked the curtsy I'd seen the other women perform, hoping the trembling in my limbs wasn't obvious. The layers of my gown whispered around me as I bent my knees, fighting the instinct to flee. When I rose, he hadn't looked away. His eyes, dark and fathomless, remained fixed on mine, the quiet intensity in them was so disarming I felt my pulse stutter.He inclined his head in solemn acknowledgment. Then he lifted his hand. And though I had imagined this moment a thousand different ways, nothing could have prepared me for the reality of it. Slowly, because I couldn't seem to make my body obey any faster, I placed my hand into his. His palm was warm and steady. His thumb

Sargis "Look at me," I murmured. Almost immediately, she obeyed. She lifted her head from where she'd buried it against my shoulder, and those beautiful grey eyes, gods, rose to meet mine. They were framed by the sweep of her thick, ink-dark lashes, and for a suspended instant, I forgot how to breathe. Because looking into them now, I couldn't hold back the smile that curved across my mouth. It came without thinking, an unguarded, helpless thing I hadn't allowed myself in far too many months. And strangely, impossibly, this moment, this ridiculous, imperfect, perfect moment tore me straight back to the night everything between us had begun. The first time I found her. When she'd stumbled into the clearing, looking like a scarecrow. I remembered how she'd collapsed into my arms as though she'd been running all her life and had finally run out of places to go. How her gaze had locked onto mine, unflinching even then. How those hauntingly beautiful eyes had held me captive in

Narine Long after my dance had ended, I stood perfectly still in my place along the line of maidens, with my hands folded neatly in front of me, trying to pretend I was calm. But inside, my thoughts were a restless, tangled storm. I had high hopes, higher than I dared to admit even to myself, that maybe, after everything, things could finally work out between us. I felt so many things all at once, it was a wonder I hadn't crumpled under the weight of them. Relief, like the first breath after being held underwater too long. It filled my lungs and made my shoulders sag as though some invisible burden had finally slipped free. Terror, cold and bright, threaded through my veins with a shiver that refused to leave. Because none of this felt safe. None of it felt certain. My mind kept circling the same question, What if it all slipped away again?And then, layered over the fear like a fragile bloom fighting through frost, there was a cautious, aching sort of joy that fluttered in my c

The herald stepped forward, his crimson robes swirling dramatically as he thrust out his arms to address the roaring crowd. "Ladies and gentlemen..." His voice rang through the ballroom, riding the thunder of applause. "Nobles of the court, allies of the outer dominions, and all subjects of the realm..." He paused long enough for the hush to gather around his words, and then his eyes gleamed with unrestrained excitement. "The culmination of this sacred selection has brought us to this very moment." The crowd held its collective breath. I did too, though my hand was still cradled in Sargis's warm grasp, and it felt like the only thing tethering me to the floor. "His Majesty has made his choice!" the herald proclaimed, his voice almost cracking with fervor. A renewed roar of cheering surged around us. It was deafening... Disorienting. I felt my knees threaten to give way under the weight of all the gazes on me, all the voices crying out their congratulations or their envy or