All Chapters of The Lycan King’s Treasured Luna: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Sargis The limousine pulled up to the solarium in what felt like an eternity, each second stretched taut, like it was deliberately mocking my anticipation. My leg bounced uncontrollably, fingers pressed hard against my knuckles as I bit into them in a poor attempt to ground myself. My heart pounded like war drums, louder with each mile, each turn, and each breath closer to her. I didn't wait for the driver to open the door. The moment we halted, I swung it open myself, the cool morning air slapping me in the face like a shot of adrenaline. I stepped out, adjusted the lapels of my tux, tugged the hem of my jacket sharply, and gave my shoulders a firm roll. My throat was dry. I cleared it anyway, like it would somehow steady the storm building in my chest. And then I walked. Every footstep echoed louder than it should've. Guards stationed outside gave curt bows. I barely saw them. My focus tunneled the moment I crossed the threshold an

I blinked, slowly turning my head in her direction as she leaned ever so slightly forward in her seat, elbow brushing the rim of her plate, a crooked smile dancing on her crimson-painted lips. Her amber eyes gleamed with mischief. "I hear," she purred, "you'll be picking one of us to accompany you today?" I set my fork down, dabbing my mouth with the corner of my napkin. "That is correct," I replied evenly. A murmur ran down the length of the table like wind brushing tall grass. "I'm sure," she said with a slow, dangerous kind of confidence, "we'd have fun." I almost scoffed. Bold, that one. I'd give her that much. She wore her intentions like perfume. Typical demon behavior. Blunt. Brazen. Unapologetic. Not that I was calling her shameless, but she did blur the line with little to no hesitation. I'd encountered her type before, had more than a few entanglements in my youth that bore the same scent of danger laced with temp

It wasn't fair how the world seemed to fall away when he spoke. The walls could've crumbled. The sky could've cracked open and swallowed the entire palace whole, and I wouldn't have noticed. Not when his voice was the only thing anchoring me to the moment. Mesmerizing and commanding in a way that everything else bent to accommodate it. I told myself it was just nerves or the gravity of this whole insane competition, ten supernatural women and one man, making me feel like I was coming undone. But that was a lie. A beautifully wrapped, silk-ribboned lie I kept feeding myself so I wouldn't have to admit the truth... That it was him. It was hard to concentrate. Scratch that, it was nearly impossible. I tried. Goddess, I tried. I straightened my spine. Dug my nails gently into the inside of my palm. Fixed my eyes on the ornate goblet in front of me like it held the secrets to the universe. But the m

Narine I didn't know at what point exactly I broke. One second, I was sitting in this car beside him, tense with bone-deep tension that made my muscles feel like metal coils stretched too tight. And the next... I was sobbing into his chest. I didn't remember what snapped first. The guilt? The fear? The shame of wanting so badly to be held after everything I'd done and said? All I knew was that something inside me cracked wide open. And there was no shoving it back in. It came out in waves. Ugly, heaving sobs that wracked through my body before I could contain them. I gripped his shirt like a lifeline, fisting the fabric as if I could anchor myself to him and not drown in the flood of everything I'd buried for years. Years of silence, of pushing down my pain and calling it strength, of lying to myself. Months of pretending I didn't care. That I hadn't felt the loss of him like a blade to the heart every single day.

"Uhhhm..." I swallowed the knot in my throat. My lips tugged into a ghost of a smile. "I think it's only fair I start from the beginning. The beginning that shaped... everything." I inhaled slowly, feeling each word press against the fragile lining of my chest like glass trying not to shatter. "It's no secret I'm an orphan. I was told my mother died during childbirth. My father... followed shortly after." A breath. "I was raised by pack members in the Snow Wolf pack. Ama and Vargos. They weren't my blood, but they took me in. I will always, always be grateful for that. For the roof. For the food. For the nights I didn't freeze in the forest." My voice dropped lower. "But I guess I can also say... they were the very first people who broke me." I closed my eyes again. "They had a child of their own. And from the moment that baby arrived, I was... erased. Shoved aside. I went from being the pup they protected to the burden the