Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Mad Lycan King's Wrong Luna: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

Author's POV Cassian was pissed. He had avoided the Quinns for a reason… They betrayed his family 10 years ago even when their families had literally been like blood relatives. As far as he could remember, most of his childhood was spent in the Blood Moon pack, but thinking of them now filled him with hatred. A burning hatred to destroy them all. To make them pay for what they did to his grandfather and father. Not forgetting all the men and warriors they lost in that battle. Yet here he was… drinking sip after sip of blood from the pack hospital’s reserves when it was past midnight… because of her. His throat burned with a thirst that no mortal blood could satisfy. She had even dared to use him. This was the first time he was used as a substitute. She actually said she didn't want to marry someone she didn't love. She was marrying him to replace the man she loved… Who gave her the courage? Even now his gums ached with the need to sink his teeth into her pale neck. He wante

Yvette's POV… I couldn’t sleep again after waking up from that nightmare. My pillow had been soaked with tears. Even now, my eyes still burned from spending the rest of the night memorising faces in the leather-bound "bible" Joel had given me. Yet here I was, seated at the long breakfast table with a cup of untouched coffee cooling in my hands. The morning sun bled through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting long, clinical streaks of light across the white linen. It was a beautiful day, the kind that mocked the cold, dark weight sitting in the pit of my stomach. As always, the Alpha’s estate was quiet in that controlled, suffocating way that came with power. The omegas moved like shadows, silent and controlled. Everything felt deliberate. Across from me, Alpha Joel sat at the head of the table, his posture rigid as always with a tablet in his hand. Luna Estelle sat beside me, her presence softer, warmer. I picked at a croissant, slowly lifting it to my lips, my thoughts fa

Author's POV 5 hours earlier… Knight Corporations… Cassian looked bored, seated behind his desk in the CEO's office. Even so, his detached eyes were trained on the Singapore board of directors on the screen, their faces lined up neatly, appearing very polite. You could see how they treated him even across a screen. "Mr Knight, I understand your position on the schedule for the D6 shipment, but could we get some more time? We aim to procure the best and…" "Three days," Cassian interrupted the man. "This shipment puts us in a position to dominate the Middle East within a year. Precision and timing are crucial. Missing the deadline will result in forfeited earnings." "Of course, Mr Knight, we'll get on to it immediately. I'm prepared to guarantee the D6 targets personally," the man said, straightening instantly after hearing about his earnings being forfeited. Cassian merely inclined his head, the faintest nod, his eyes still locked on the glowing screen of the main

Yvette's POV "Hello Isabelle," Cassian drawled, his voice a low, dangerous rumble that made the glass in my hand tremble. "You look…like I've intruded upon a secret." My fingers tightened around the stem of the champagne glass, the delicate crystal threatening to snap under the pressure.‘Shit! … He heard something.’ The thought slammed into me like a physical blow, but I forced my expression to remain smooth, acting calm and composed. "I didn't realise eavesdropping was a habit of yours, Mr. Knight," I replied lightly, lifting my chin just enough to meet his gaze. A mistake.Cassian's eyes narrowed with interest. Wait… Why did he agree to this alliance again? Around us, the air shifted. Conversations nearby slowed, their attention subtly redirecting toward us. No one dared to stare outright, but everyone was watching.Of course they were.The Lycan king and his future Luna. Cassian didn't look away. Not even for a second.Instead, his gaze dropped. His movements were slow and

The door clicked shut with a finality that made my blood run cold. "Isabelle, it's me, Ryan," the man I was struggling to break free from while trying to recognize him in the dim room said. "Ryan?" Why did his name sound familiar?"I'm taking off my hand now; don't scream. Nod if you understand." I hurriedly nodded, the gears turning in my mind. "What the hell were you thinking coming back here when we both agreed you were going to stay away until the marriage alliance was cancelled?" I stared at Ryan, tongue-tied at the words that came out of his mouth. My brain finally worked, and I recognized him from the album. He was Joel's godson. He was raised for twenty years by the Quinns after his parents died in a plane crash when he was only seven. Joel treated him like a son, and he was currently the vice president of Quinn Enterprises, and from every indication… Joel was raising him to be his successor. According to the note written under his name, he was like a son to the Quinn