All Chapters of The Lycan King’s Stolen Luna : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Arabella’s POVThe street was empty this time of the night and my heels were loud against the concrete floor but I didn’t slow down.I had been walking for only God knows how long, pulled my coat tighter, purse strapped on my left shoulder, going nowhere in particular just away, away from that house and that face of that annoying woman standing in my living room like she had earned the right to be there.I don’t know when my mind went back to the beginning but it did.I was twenty-two when my father took me to the Blackthorn gathering. It was a routine thing for packs in the region to have formal dinner, the usual politics and pleasantries that came with being Alexandra Ivory’s daughter. I had been to a hundred of them and I had been bored at every single one.And then I saw Luca.He was standing across the hall talking to someone I couldn’t even remember. He was in a dark suit with an easy posture, and something about the way he carried himself made me stop mid-sentence and forget wh

Melindana’s POVI walked around the room slowly, taking it in properly this time without the maid hovering over me with that worried expression. The room was large, larger than it had to be for one person, and everything in it was delicate and expensive and arranged with the kind of obsessive care that said whoever lived here had both the money and the time to care deeply about such things.“So Alpha Luca is my husband,” I said out loud, more to myself than to the maid who was still standing near the doorway watching me with her eyes filled with surprise. I stopped pacing. “And who was the woman standing beside him when we pulled up?”The maid’s hands tightened slightly in front of her apron. “Alpha said she is his fated mate, Luna. Her name is Hailey.”I turned that over in my head for a moment. “So I am not his fated mate.”“No Luna.”“Then how exactly did I become Luna.”The maid opened her mouth and then closed it again and I could see the worry sitting right behind her eyes befo

Melindana’s POV Julie had been stealing glances at me the entire thirty-five minutes she had been helping me get ready in this room, quick little looks she clearly thought I wasn’t noticing, moving around me like one wrong word would earn her a slap. She still moved around me like I was something that might go off without warning. Every time she came too close she did this thing where she held her breath slightly, hands quick and careful, retreating the second she was done with whatever task she had assigned herself. I watched her in the mirror while she worked and said nothing because I was still trying to understand what exactly the woman before me had done to this girl to make her this way. Whatever it was, it must have been significant. I turned back to my own reflection and looked at myself properly for the first time since last night. The face was genuinely beautiful, that much I had already established, but standing here in the full light of the dressing room with Julie ho

Melindana’s POVI was on my feet before I had fully processed what had happened, grabbing the cloth napkin from the table and moving toward him already saying the words before I had them form in my mouth properly.“I am so sorry, I am so sorry, I didn’t mean to, please I…..”“Didn’t I tell you,” Luca’s voice came from behind me, loud and sharp, and pointed entirely at my back, “to keep your clumsy self in check. Didn’t I say that specifically. Now you have embarrassed me, embarrassed yourself and caused trouble mostly for yourself, well done.”“Heyyyyy.”Aurelius’s voice cut across the room and I froze with the napkin still pressed against the front of his jacket. My whole body went still , absolutely certain for one full second that I was about to be removed from the face of the earth entirely and possibly from the palace to prison.Then I raised my head slowly and looked at him and realised his eyes were not on me at all.They were on Luca.“Don’t speak to a woman that way,” he said

Aurelius POVI had driven that road a hundred times every time I’m coming back from the eastern border and I never stopped for anything on it.It was past midnight and I was coming back from the eastern border where two pack Alphas had spent three hours of my evening arguing about a boundary line that had existed unchanged even before they were born, and I was tired, and the road was empt and dark. Then my headlights caught her.A woman on the ground at the side of Crest Road, one hand braced against the concrete, ginger hair falling forward, a dress that cost more than what most people in this town earned in a month, soaked through with blood at the collar and chest.I pulled over immediately.I knew who she was before I reached her. Arabella Ivory, Luna of Cinderclaw, daughter of Alexandra of Blackthorn. I had seen her at two or three formal gatherings over the years, always beside her husband Luca, always dressed perfectly. I had never thought about her beyond that. She was Luca’s