Todos los capítulos de The Lycan King’s Treasured Luna: Capítulo 171 - Capítulo 180

The ceremony bled seamlessly into the morning's feast, the heavy air of formality loosening just enough to let hunger take the lead. By the time we left the throne room, my stomach had begun a quiet rebellion of its own, and I wasn't the only one. We were all starved. Now, we sat at the long dining table, a span of polished darkwood that could have easily doubled as a battlefield if someone decided to declare war over breakfast. The council members lined one side, the girls on the other, with Lupercus keeping his watchful position near the far end. Sargis had guided me, without hesitation, to the head of the table, and he took his place at my right, close enough that the warmth of his arm brushed mine. Our first official breakfast as Supreme Alpha and Luna. The hall glowed beneath towering chandeliers, their molten gold light spilling across silver platters piled with roasted venison, fresh-baked bread, and an array of fruits so perfectly arranged they

His hand slid down, tracing the length of my spine. Each inch he passed sent a tingling awareness blooming in its wake, my breath hitched at the featherlight drag of his fingertips over sensitive skin. When his palm reached the small of my back, he lingered. Then, in one smooth, startling motion, he shifted his grip, his other arm braced me as my legs were uncoiled from his waist, only to hoist me higher. I instinctively tightened my thighs around his shoulders and locked my calves behind his neck. A startled squeal tore from my lips, caught somewhere between shock and a sharp burst of anticipation that speared low in my belly. The sound made his grin deepen into something wolfish. With one hand steadying me, he pushed at the folds of my gown. The layers resisted stubbornly, and his low, frustrated groan vibrated against my thigh. "Pardon me," he murmured, his breath hot against the inside of my thigh, "but this is a massive hindrance."

I woke to the low warmth of sunlight spilling past the drawn curtains. For a long moment, I didn't move. I stayed very still, cocooned in the ghost of him, and the lingering musk of his skin still clinging to the shirt he'd draped over me last night. It was far too big, hanging off one shoulder. The hem brushed the tops of my bare thighs, teasing a reminder that there was nothing beneath it. His mark throbbed faintly at my inner thigh where his mouth had claimed me, a deep ache that seemed to pulse with every slow beat of my heart. I lay there, breathing him in and curled my fingers in the loose fabric at my waist, as my mind replayed fragments of the night, his mouth at my throat, and the heat in his eyes. I could almost feel the press of his hand again, grounding me, claiming me. That memory made my chest ache, and my body hum with a delicious, traitorous tingle. Sargis wasn't in bed. But the space beside me was still faintly warm, and the s

Two days later I hadn't seen a soul beyond Avaline in what felt like a small eternity. The palace corridors had become quieter, stripped of the clinking laughter of my friends or the hushed gossip that used to leak from every corner. My world had narrowed to a single place, Avaline's private training hall, and to the relentless woman herself. Her lessons were... brutal. Not in the way of whips or punishments, but in the sheer mental discipline she demanded. From the moment I woke, before the sun even brushed the palace spires with light, she would be there, already immaculate, a faint jasmine scent trailing her, and eyes sharp enough to slice through my excuses before they ever reached my tongue. We began with the core knowledge she insisted every Luna should wield like a sword, the history of the Seven Realms, the tangled threads of their alliances and grudges, and the subtle dance between power and courtesy. She drilled me in court etiquette until my

The Lunæ moved toward me with deliberate grace. My heart thudded, not in fear, but in that delicious tension of meeting peers for the first time while the world already watched me as Sargis's mate. I drew a slow breath, steadying myself, letting my posture radiate calm authority. Avaline had drilled this into me, presence mattered more than words, tone mattered more than flattery. Miraya was first, a lithe, sharp-featured woman whose golden hair caught the sunlight in flickers of molten light. Her scent was warm, sun-baked earth and the faint tang of iron, a quiet strength radiating from her. She stopped a pace from me, sizing me with polite curiosity. "You are... the Luna," she said carefully, her tone soft but edged with caution. "I've heard whispers, but this, standing here with him.... it's... different than I imagined." I inclined my head slightly, keeping my voice smooth. "It is an honor to meet you. I hope our time here allows for understanding a