His Lost Lycan Luna Chapter 44 Novels & Stories

The Northern Territory was exactly as I remembered it—and yet, it felt like a grave. As my private jet descended toward the private airstrip, the jagged, snow-capped peaks of the Lycan Mountains rose up to meet us. This air used to taste like home; now, it just tasted like unfinished business. I adjusted the scent-masking patch behind Luna’s ear, making sure the adhesive was perfect. "Remember," I whispered, my voice tight. "To them, we are just humans. Expensive, powerful humans. Don't let your eyes flash, and don't let your scents out. If you do, we leave immediately. Understood?"

he growls, slamming his hands on the table, close to the passed-out or dead Darian. “If anyone has a problem with the woman I chose. Deal with it. Leona will be my luna, and if you are not happy, many packs are happy to take you in,” he growls, then pushes off before walking towards me. My eyes follow him until he pulls back my chair. “Let’s go,” he says, pulling me out of the chair. My eyes drift around the table before getting up and following Archie. “Alpha Archie,” I whisper, but he doesn’t let go of my arm; he practically drags me out of the room.

I said, locking eyes with him, "you may be an Alpha, but I am a Lycan King. And when it comes to things that I want, there's nothing that can stand in my way." Chloe’s POV As I stood there, still processing the rush of feelings and events that had just happened, a small smile began to creep onto my face. It was almost strange to think that I was finally going to leave this place, this smothering hell hole that had been my jail for so long. Becoming the Luna of a Lycan King seemed like a faraway dream, but now it was becoming a reality. Lost in my thoughts, I barely noticed Aiden's gentle voice calling my name. "Chloe," he said, his tone pulling me back from my daydream.

I screamed out as I clawed the ground I could hear someone running through the house and a delicious scent hit my nose, "SHIFT." the commanding deep voice said and my bones all snapped at the same time and I howled loudly as I panted from the pain. My eyes adjusted to the surrounding area but I found no one in my house. "He is watching us." Said the voice again. "Btw I am Ace and My sister is Gray..we are your.." she goes to say when the alphas voice flows through my mind "You are A Lycan!" he booms

I urged, bringing the cup directly to his lips. Before I knew what was going on, red menacing eyes snapped open and he lunged at me, pinning me down. I let out a startled yelp, frozen at the sudden ambush. “Who the hell are you?” growled the Lycan King.

I will miss my home, but I can’t wait to see what my future holds in the Lycan Realm. Cycle 452 Veyn 20 of the Bloodroot Bloom The Lycan Realm is colder than I am used to, even though it is Spring. The cold weather makes me sad. A few days ago, Augustus promised a surprise. My heart was in my throat as he led me to the depths of the Lycan Castle. He opened a door to a room that is always Spring. It is beautiful magic. He laid me on the grass and made love to me. It is a moment I will never forget.

My fingers clutched my chest and it felt like the world was shut off from me or I from the world. I had always imagined a bond break to be the most devastating and heartbreaking thing that could happen to a wolf. However, I didn’t feel any of that. My soul felt like a shell of nothingness, a total void of wills and lack of the very essence of life itself. Mera walked into the darkness of my mind. Her whimpers holding dark promises of her never coming back out. “Take her to the dungeon and lock her up. See it fit that you threat her with no respect at all, she is no longer your Luna. And also find her something to cover her with.” Lucian signaled to the warriors.

But the champion, lost in his own hubris, mistook their reaction as admiration for his supposed dominance. As he basked in the fleeting glory of his perceived triumph, Agnes seized the opportunity to further tip the scales in my favor. Once again, she chanted a spell, her words echoing with power and purpose, “Potentia Lycanum Reviviscentia!” The heavens responded to her call, and the once-clear sky darkened, clouds swirling ominously above. I could feel the surge of energy coursing through my veins, an infusion of strength drawn from my lycan state.

After explaining how things work, she went a big distance away from me to light hers. I watched her approaching the Temple's altar and did the same. I decided I was going to light all the candles. Seven for Roman. Seven for my sister. One for Tyler. One for Nox. One for me. And then three for the pack. Then after that, I went to sit on a bench, deep in thought. I must have slept at one point but when I woke up, my eyes drifted to the intricate drawings of the Temple conveying the story of the first Lycan made by the Moon Goddess.

I thought about it and carefully searched for the right industry for Essel. Soon, it was late at night. I washed up and went to bed. It was quiet and peaceful outside the window. I soon fell into a deep sleep. Vaguely, I felt as if I had a dream, but a dream so real that I wondered if it was a vision. In the darkness, a gasp sounded. The screams of the woman beneath me kept stirring my most primal instincts. I seemed drunk. My wolf kept telling me that she was my Luna, my destined lover. That's why I didn't hesitate to get closer to her.