All Chapters of The Lycan King’s Stolen Luna : Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

Arabella’s POV I had been sitting on this cream-coloured sofa with my legs crossed, waiting for my husband for over two hours. It's our third marriage anniversary today and I made a cake in his favorite colour. The three tiers, ivory cake sat on the dining table with its dark blue frosting and sugar roses, together with the charcoal grey, double-stitched suit I got for him with his initials embroidered on the inner pocket in silver thread. It was collected from Madame Cecile who was the best seamstress in Wyoming and whose waiting list ran three months long, but for the Luna of Cinderclaw that list did not apply to me. It was still wrapped in its black ribbon on the armchair where I had placed it this morning. Two hours and seventeen minutes had passed since dinner was supposed to begin. The candles I had the maids light at seven were now half their original height, wax pooling quietly onto the silver holders. My fingers tapped once on my knee and stopped. Julie appeared at t

Melindana’s POVI woke up on a cold hard floor, something damp soaking through the fabric at my back and a pain in my head so severe that when I tried to open my eyes the darkness behind them felt safer. The sky above me was black and scattered with stars and I had absolutely no memory of where I was or how I had gotten there.I lay still for a moment, breathing, running through what I knew, which was nothing. No location, no memory of arriving here, nothing before the cold and the dark and this unbearable pain at the back of my skull.I sat up slowly and that was when I saw the blood, dark and pooled on the ground where my head had been, soaked through the collar and chest of a dress that even ruined was clearly worth a big fortune.I touched the back of my skull where the pain was worst and my fingers came back wet with blood. Then I touched my forehead, searching for a wound because the amount of blood underneath me made no sense otherwise, and found nothing. I immediately notice

Melindana’s POVI was in the middle of a perfectly good dream that I was not ready to leave when something pulled me out of it, a presence in the room that did not belong there, standing entirely too close to my bed for this hour of the morning. I opened my eyes slowly and the first thing I saw was my nightmare of a husband, just as Julie told me yesterday. Luca was standing at my bedside with his arms crossed and an expression on his face that sat somewhere between concern and irritation. On his face those two things were essentially indistinguishable from each other and from his regular resting expression so I wasn’t entirely sure which one this was supposed to be. I sat up and pulled the sheets immediately with me. “What are you doing in here.”“What am I doing here?” He repeated it back to me like he found the question ridiculously beneath him. “I heard you hit your head yesterday. I didn’t know it would make you go a little cuckoo though.” He used his index finger to tap the s