Novel & Cerita His Lost Lycan Luna Read Online Free

Her hand trembled violently as she let go of the paper, and her father's eyes widened in shock as he took it from her. "And what is this?" her father asked, his voice barely above a whisper, as he stared at the paper in his hand. "Where did you find this?" Angela's cries grew louder, more anguished, as she stumbled backward, her eyes fixed on her father's face. "May the moon goddess strike me dead if I ever bring such shame to this family!" she exclaimed, her voice cracking with emotion. "May my dead mother never be ashamed to call me her own!"

I snarled in defiance, struggling to pull away. Suddenly, a beam of light burst into the darkness, drawing our attention. From within that radiance, a massive black Lycan emerged with a fierce, threatening roar: “Release my Luna!”

“Guards. Take her. Throw her in the black pit. No light. No sound. No one speaks her name again.” As they dragged her away, her screams echoing through the hall, Kieran turned to face his pack. He placed a hand on my back, pulling me close to his side. “This is Laila,” he announced, his voice booming, leaving no room for question. “My mate, Your Luna The treachery is over. He looked at me , the ruthless king fading, replaced by the doting, , possessive lycan only I ever saw , “let's go home ,he murmured his lips brushing my temple.

Unless he involved Jarvis. The old Luna had probably been laid to rest by now. I was vexed to have missed that, if only to offer him my support. The reunion with Lisa was the only good part. Her astounding revelation was almost unbelievable. But I knew she was genuine and couldn’t wait to get in touch with Ariadne now I knew the salient facts. Lycans, they were everywhere. I had wondered about the difference between them and the werewolf species. I was a little wiser now.

There was about to be chaos! The lycan noticed that his mate had become stiff. He lifted its head up and saw that her eyes were closed. He nudged her neck with its snout but she didn’t move. Realization started to dawn on the lycan that its mate had lost consciousness. His black eyes started turning red as it was starting to lose control. “Alpha, we need to get Luna to the witch,” Adrian quickly said before the lycan finally took control. This seemed to do the trick as he calmed down.

The guard asked When Alina ignored him, he reminded her, "Luna Alina. I don't mean to disturb you, but a Lycan is out in the open, and Alpha Killan said that..." "I know that already!" She flared up, cutting him short. "I know there is a Lycan in the forest; do you think I am the Luna of this pack without any reason? It's because I am strong, so Lycan is nothing to me, so get out of my way, you lowly life, before I rip you into pieces." She growled, causing the guard to go away. Clicking loudly, Alina cursed at his disappearing figure and ran towards where she was heading.

⸻ Far to the north, hidden inside the ruins of an abandoned fortress, a cloaked figure watched the silver beacon fade into the night sky. His lips curled into a cruel smile. “So…” he murmured. “We finally found you.” He turned toward the dozen warriors kneeling behind him. “Prepare to march.” One of them hesitated. “The White Lycan is said to be unstoppable.” The man laughed. “Not before she awakens.” He fastened his black cloak around his shoulders. “For eighteen years, she has been hidden.” His crimson eyes gleamed with malice. “In two days…” he whispered. “She dies.”

I got it when I saved my sister from a nasty fall. “You can’t run from me,” he said, confidence lacing his tone. He took deliberate steps forward. I instinctively retreated, my pulse pounding in my ears. “Leave me alone.” I tried to sound stern, but the quaver in my voice betrayed me, tears pooling in my eyes, blurring my vision. His lips twisted into a snarl, a chilling expression that sent a wave of fear through me. “My Lycan chose you as his.” His voice was as cold as ice. Why would such a powerful beast choose someone like me, someone who felt more like a spare than a Luna?

I wonder if this was here before Damon brought me in or it was dropped while I was asleep. The thought of someone watching me sleep whilst sneaking into my room creeped the living hell out of me. My heart began to beat faster as I crossed the room and pulled the paper free. It was a letter written in the same handwriting of the previous letter. *Lyra,* *You think marrying the Lycan King changes who you are? You think being Luna of this pack erases what you were? You're still the same pathetic omega we've always known. Still weak and worthless. Nothing you do will ever change that.*

"The First Bloodline. The ancestors of all werewolves." "Lycans," I repeated flatly. "Like in the movies?" "Different," he said. "Lycans are... older. Primal. They don't just shift; they command the elements. They can call upon the power of the moon directly. The darkness, the fog, the violet eyes... those are the marks of a Lycan." "So you think I'm a Lycan?" I pointed at myself. "Me? Luna Rossi? The girl who trips over her own feet in gym class?"