Night Fever Luka Novels & Stories

My throat feels like sandpaper. I try to shift my weight on the mattress, but a sharp, white-hot flash of agony shoots straight up my left leg. I gasp, digging my fingernails into the sheets. The memory slams back into my head. The rogue lycan. The sound of my own bone snapping when he dragged me down from the tree. “I am not shouting,” Luka says. He stands up from the wooden chair by the bed, his shadow blocking out the harsh sun. He reaches down, grabs my shoulders, and hauls me up against the pillows with zero gentleness. “You have been out for hours.”

“I’m not your son. My name is Jake Landry! I’m going to kill your son!” Then, Aura’s twisted smile appeared in front of her face. “How does it feel to see both your sons killing each other like this, Luna? Hahahahaha—!” “Neil, Nigel—!” Luna jerked awake from her nightmare, so shocked that she sat up from her bed, sweating profusely. “Did you have a nightmare?” A low, male voice rang out from next to her.

…Only one way to find out. Lucas dunked on the last dose of sleeping medicine Nani gave to him after dinner. He’d tried to sleep but he was unable to, the nightmares about Susan had returned again, and whenever those nightmares visited him, he knew there was no going to sleep. He wished for a form of solace at this point, a way to keep him occupied, he wished for a way to let out these desires, but whenever he tried to call Kiron to send for his sluts, he remembered they were no longer available for him anymore. And what about Ava? Even the goddess knows that she has the power of Vivian and Ria combined, she was more than enough, but some part of him didn’t want to hold on to her too tight s

A smile washes over my face as his rough voice floods the space, and I can just imagine his tired, haggard face. “Because not only are you the weapons manufacturer,” he continues, “you’re also a Nero. And you’ve managed to bag the only other Nero in the galaxy they know about. I think you could stand to learn a little humility, Nova.” “Slag, Edan, you’re alive!” I say, relief flooding through me. “Are the others okay?” “What the void, Nova?” Zayne’s voice speaks through the overhead sound system. “You can’t just go and disappear like that and then make a major outing on The Black Hole of Truth. Are you trying to give everyone a slam heart attack?”

**Lara's POV** I ended the call and let the burner phone fall onto the bedspread. My voice, disguised through the scrambler, still echoed in my head—sharp, cold, and unrecognizable even to me. "Five million dollars," I whispered to myself, my lips curving into a grim smile. “That should keep him awake all night.” Derek's reflection moved in the mirror across from me, calm where I was trembling with adrenaline. He leaned against the dresser, arms folded, eyes dark with pride.

I back up because my legs have gone unsteady and sink to the edge of the bed, my gaze on the floor. “Oh, this is bad,” I murmur, raising my hand to my forehead. “This is really bad.” “Talis, what is it?” Luka squats in front of me and places a hand on my knee. “Tell me.” I meet his gaze. “I told him everything, Luka. Dayne isn’t going to be thinking of anything except ripping out Abel’s throat. He’s not going to be looking for traps or tricks. He’s not going to be—”

“Ari!” he shouts, starting after me, his steps frustrated, a little angry. But I press my eyes shut, and beg the dream to end, and my wolf – understanding now, I think –lets me go. And suddenly my eyes fly open. I’m in my bed, my heart pounding, my breath coming fast. I stare at the ceiling, panting for a moment, and then my head twists, my eyes going immediately to Luca’s bunk. The barracks are dark, quiet, no other groups coming in this late at night. As I watch, Luca sits up in his bed, slowly rubbing his head, the low lights of the room highlighting his naked stomach and chest.

Right now, I need to focus on how I’ll survive this horror. “You look too shocked to speak,” Luka blurts out, seeming proud of his achievement. “Are you impressed?” More like depressed. “Will you say yes to me now?” he asks. I want to collapse and never wake up. I stand there, blankly, thinking of the best way to die. I’m so embarrassed, too embarrassed, I’d rather Rook break my elbow all over again, or get chased by woofy Magnus, than go through this. “Catalina?” Luka calls, waving one hand in front of my face, “Catalina…”

“She had a fever all night, Luca—she was burning up!” “We did what we could,” Luca snapped back, colder. “The doctor said she was stable—” “She wasn’t stable! She was unconscious!” “You think I didn’t see that?” Nico this time. “You think I slept while she lay there shaking?” I didn’t move. They didn’t know I was awake. I had a fever last night. I didn’t know that. That explained the burn that I felt inside me. I kept my eyes half-closed, listening as their guilt leaked into every corner of the room.

Their voices carried on the night air. “This is crazy,” Damien whispered, voice shaking with need and fear. “They are right there.” Luka turned to him, golden eyes glowing. He was already half-shifted, fur rippling over his massive chest, cock thick and fully hard. “Exactly. They will never know their friend is getting bred by the Shadow Alpha right under their noses. Strip.” Damien’s hands moved before his mind could argue. He pulled off the loose shirt Luka had given him and shoved down the pants. Naked under the moonlight, he felt exposed and alive. Luka pushed him gently to the ground on his hands and knees, facing the camp.