All Chapters of The Lycan Alpha’s Beloved Luna: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Silas stormed down the palace corridors, his footfalls echoing loudly against the cold marble floors. His wolf stirred uneasily within him, gnashing at its confines as his anger simmered beneath the surface. The severed bond had left an emptiness he didn’t know how to fill.He shoved open the door to his chambers with more force than necessary, the hinges groaning in protest as the wood slammed against the wall. The sound reverberated through the hall, drawing the attention of a nearby maid who flinched but quickly hurried toward him.“Your Highness?” she said tentatively, her eyes wide. She was young, her hands trembling slightly as she clutched the tray of meal she carried. “Is there something I can bring for you? Perhaps—"“Do you think I need your service?” Silas snarled, his voice harsh and unforgiving. He didn’t even look at her, his gaze fixed ahead, his body rigid with tension. “If I needed anything, I would have called for it.”The maid took a step back, her face paling. “I—I

Noelle woke up from her dream where she had seen Silas again. Lately, she had been having more of those dreams. In her dream, she was laughing with Silas, holding each others as they spoke about everything nothing. But just as Silas leaned in to kiss her, Bryan surfaced, his presence breaking their intimate moment.Noelle made her way down the stairs. As much as she was quite comfortable with Marcus, she wanted to leave. She was tired of this place where she happened to do same routine every. Wake up, eat, go to the garden, taunt Leo and if she was lucky that Marcus was around, she got to disturb him.This morning, she was surprised that Leo and his robotic colleagues were not guarding the mansion as usual. “Where could they be?” She muttered to herself. As she searched around and didn’t find them, she retreated. She was on her way to the garden when her gaze flicked to a door she had always had her eyes on since she had gotten here, curiosity got the best of her and before she knew i

Selene paused outside Silas’s private study, her hand hovering over the door, hesitant. She had been away for weeks, negotiating with the Blackclaw Pack, and had returned to her father’s report about Silas's increasingly erratic behavior. Her brother had been brooding but now, his demeanor had shifted, he was now more aggressive, and detached.Taking a deep breath, Selene rapped softly on the heavy oak door, hoping Silas would be in a mood to talk.There was a pause, followed by a muffled, “Come in.”She pushed the door open slowly and stepped inside. Silas sat behind a large desk, surrounded by scrolls and maps. His usually sharp eyes looked clouded, weary, though his expression immediately hardened when he saw who it was.“Selene,” Silas muttered, not looking up from his work. “If you’re here to talk about the council, I’m not in the mood.”Selene crossed the room, her steps careful. “No, I’m not here for that.” She studied him as she approached, noting the dark circles under his ey

“Here is your food, can I place it on your stool?” Ziya asked Silas who was laid on his bed and staring up at the ceiling. “Can you hear me?” Ziya asked again when she didn’t get a response from him.“Place it there.” Silas said, propping himself up on his large king-sized bed. Ziya gently took steps to the stool by his bed and placed the well-covered dinner on it. After that, she hesitated on her feet whether to turn around and leave or stay with him.She decided on doing the one that would please her, so she gently settled on Silas’s edge of the bed. She didn’t miss the look Silas gave her from underneath his lashes, she knew that he wasn’t pleased that she sat, but before he could speak, she beat him to it.“I understand that you don’t want me here, I just want to keep your company. And before you say you don’t need my company, I’m very much aware that you don’t. Just eat your food and pretend I’m not here.” Ziya said, her fingers intertwining with one another, an act that conveyed

Ever since that day that Noelle witnessed the fight between the mage named Issar and Voren, she had been having weird dreams about them luring her into their cults. She would wake up breathing heavily atimes, and it was exhausting.But on the other hand, she strangely preferred it over the dreams she usually had about Silas, she didn’t want to have time to think about Silas. She had a feeling that if she should give herself the time to think about it, then it would break her.The room was dark, the only light coming from the moonlight seeping through the crack in the curtains. She shivered, pulling the blanket closer around her shoulders. The dreams were becoming more frequent. Every time she closed her eyes, it was as though they were waiting for her, luring her into some kind of dark ritual, tempting her to join their ranks.She swung her legs off the bed, standing up to pace the room. Her mind felt foggy, tangled with thoughts she couldn’t fully grasp.A knock on the door pulled he