All Chapters of The Lycan King’s Treasured Luna: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Aside from working, growing, and trying not to crumble beneath the weight of every regret I'd ever carried, I also started digging into my past. Not because I wanted to go back. Hell, not even because I missed them or for revenge. But because some wounds never truly close until you look them in the face and see that they've stopped bleeding. So, I made inquiries anonymously about my pack. They told me the pack was... different now, according to the rumor, Joe and some of the warriors vanished, just disappeared one day, not a trace left behind, and Sargis had appointed a new Alpha not long after the scandal broke about Joe and his loyal followers missing. But no one seemed eager to dig too deep into it. Like the pack had collectively agreed to move forward and never look back. I'd only gone to the edge of the territory once. Just once. It was late, nearly midnight, and the moon was high. I remembered that land like muscle memory, every pine, every crooked stone. But I couldn't

NARINE'S POV "The bell above the diner door jingles, and someone squeals, obnoxiously delighted. "Oh my god, it's really happening!" Lana shrieks, flapping a flyer in the air as she stumbles behind the counter, cheeks flushed and eyes gleaming. "Look! Look! The palace made it official." She slaps the flyer onto the breakroom table where I'm quietly rinsing a coffee pot. The porcelain in my hand shudders slightly, but I catch it before it betrays me. Yuren leans over from the sink, flicking his brows dramatically. "The Royal Masquerade Ball," he reads in an overly serious tone, lips twitching. "An event for all nobleblooded, eligible she-wolves across the realm, in celebration of the Supreme Alpha's search for a mate. Attendance by invitation only." He snorts. "God. Could they sound any more desperate?" The girls giggle. Lana snatches it back, clutching it to her chest like it's a love letter. "You're just mad because you're not invited." "I'm mad I'll be forced to read about it

One week after the announcement Narine You'd think the buzz would've dulled by now. That after a week, people would've stopped gawking like magpies over a string of glitter. But no, if anything, it's gotten worse. Like the scent of rotting fruit no one bothers to throw out, the conversation clings to everything. Infects every hallway and every corridor I try to slip through quietly. The world hasn't shut up since the moment that one announcement went viral. The Supreme Alpha will choose a mate. And suddenly, everyone has something to say. About him and about what they'd do if they were in her place. About how good he looks in black. About how it must feel to ride him, yes, ride, that's the exact word someone used two days ago. I nearly gagged into my tea. I can't go anywhere now without drowning in their voices with the air thick with perfume and hunger, and their lips wet with gossip and lust. The bar of my third part-time job was packed tonight, and I was crammed behind the c

Sargis POVI told myself I wasn't going to do it. That I'd leave her alone like she asked. That I wouldn't look for her again. That the guards I had stationed nearby would be enough. That the distance would protect us both. But that was a lie. I told myself a lot of things to survive her absence. That I was fine. That I could live without her. That this... this upcoming ball, the royal theater of masks and choices, was just duty. And maybe I even believed it for a while. But then I found myself in front of her workplace watching her. She didn't see me. Her arms were full of cardboard trays and paper bags, her apron was slightly stained, and her eyes were dark with fatigue. She was walking out of that dingy diner where she worked with the damned vampire with her head down. But I saw her. Not just her face or the messy bun falling loose. She looked smaller. Not physically. No, physically she was still stunning. But her shoulders hunched more now. I shouldn't have come.

"When a man loves you, truly loves you, he listens. He learns you. He remembers the things that make you flinch, and then makes damn sure he never becomes one of them. He shows up. Not just when it's easy, but when it's dark, messy, and ugly. And he'll carry it with you, Narine", he went on. "The weight. The fear. The silence. All of it. And he'd never make you feel like you're too much. Or not enough. Or hard to love. Not because you asked him to, but because he wants to. Without rushing you." My gaze flicked up, and met his. And for a second, I couldn't breathe.He glanced at me and smiled faintly. "Love's not always loud. Sometimes it's just... consistent.""Maybe I'm not made for that kind of love," I whispered."Maybe," he replied, "you just haven't met someone who knows how to love someone like you."My throat tightened. I turned away before he could see the flicker in my eyes and the crack in my mask.I didn't mean to cry.I didn't even feel it happening until it was already t