Curse of a Lycan Luna

Curse of a Lycan Luna

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By:  Lydia Maine  Ongoing
Language: English
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Margaret Faolan was fifteen years old when she was banished from the royal pack. Over the course of a few days, her entire world went from that of prim and proper prestige to life as the banished princess. Maise - just Maise - was twenty-three when she decided it was time to right that wrong and seek retribution. A new heir had been named, and she wasn’t the only one who was concerned her replacement was a bad choice. It caught the attention of the Lycans, a race that most thought had gone extinct. Isaac Ambrose hasn’t been a Lycan for long, and isn’t quite happy with his fate. The opportunity to explore what has really been going on with the Royal Pack is welcome, but a little runt rogue keeps worming her way into places she doesn’t need to be, including his heart. Lycans are blessed to never find a mate, and runts share that curse. Of course, fate would draw a newly turned Lycan and a banished runt princess together. Because fate doesn’t follow any rules.

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Death.Death is all my future holds.And my future is very short. The cells were dark, swallowing me whole. Just like my impending death would. The walls felt as if they were caving in, suffocating me of the very oxygen I so desperately needed. The putrid stench filling the minimal space was the last thing I clung to in this life. I'd gladly swallow down every last gulp of the thick, sour stench if it meant the footsteps crashing down to the very lowest floor of the cell block were not coming for me.But I knew they were.Coming to lead me to my death. "Get up," a voice I recognized barked. A voice I used to love the sound of. Now, though, it was that death knell.I looked up into the grizzled man's cold, dead eyes, remembering the life and light that used to soar through them. Growing up, I had always laughed when I was told he was the executioner. There was nothing about him that identified him as a reaper. But now, his calloused hand jerked at the chain around my neck with a h

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4ysoto
Still no updates. 02/28/2024 last chapter shows as ch 100 ...‍♀️
2024-02-29 01:06:30
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Gary Golden
100 chapters 8-21-2023
2023-08-22 04:20:53
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Faika Ally
Enjoyed reading thus far.When will the next chapters be released to finish the book?.
2023-08-17 04:06:44
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ambienay
I was hooked from the beginning! Going to read all of Lydia Maines books she knows how to grab a readers attention!
2023-06-24 21:23:30
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Christine Owings
100 chapters 6/10/23
2023-06-10 22:29:12
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Tamara
What a really good book so far, I’m love all the plot twists. Once you think you got it all figured out something else pops up truly a most read
2023-06-01 01:20:35
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marianyren78
Love this book! She writes so captivatingly well...️
2023-04-18 01:38:20
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Parker Abreu
It’s a great book, but it end SMACK DEAD in the middle of the story & says it’s a series. But no other books are published. Kinda sorta patiently waiting for a resolution, an ending, something
2023-03-27 10:34:14
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Parker Abreu
Where is the continuation??
2023-03-27 10:13:07
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Jakarta Jordan
I love this book. It is hard to put down to go to sleep. Every time I put my phone down I pick it right back up. Great story so far!!
2023-03-24 04:46:24
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Bob Loblaw
Another good read from Lydia Maine! I'm excited to see where this one goes!
2023-01-26 11:17:58
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kalgirl1973
Great book but when is it getting updated please
2023-07-15 06:36:09
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Brandi Sakai
Impossible to put down.
2023-02-22 10:35:47
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100 Chapters

Prologue

Death.Death is all my future holds.And my future is very short. The cells were dark, swallowing me whole. Just like my impending death would. The walls felt as if they were caving in, suffocating me of the very oxygen I so desperately needed. The putrid stench filling the minimal space was the last thing I clung to in this life. I'd gladly swallow down every last gulp of the thick, sour stench if it meant the footsteps crashing down to the very lowest floor of the cell block were not coming for me.But I knew they were.Coming to lead me to my death. "Get up," a voice I recognized barked. A voice I used to love the sound of. Now, though, it was that death knell.I looked up into the grizzled man's cold, dead eyes, remembering the life and light that used to soar through them. Growing up, I had always laughed when I was told he was the executioner. There was nothing about him that identified him as a reaper. But now, his calloused hand jerked at the chain around my neck with a h
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I

I stood over the sink, watching crimson stain the porcelain before being washed down the drain. I coughed up a mouthful of blood once more, anxiously waiting for my healing to catch up to the injury. I assumed a punctured lung - not exactly something that one should trust to accelerated healing, but I had handled worse. When I was confident there was no more blood to cough up and the external injuries had begun to show evidence of healing, I stumbled out of the bathroom and flopped down on my bed. I crossed my fingers that my roommate would be out late again - I didn’t want to have to explain coughing up blood. She would try and take me to the hospital again, and I would have to weave together another web of lies. Last time, they had begun to question if I was in an abusive relationship. Only with myself. But there was no such luck. I only had a couple hours of peace before I heard the door to our apartment crash open. “Maise! I’m home!” Leah called in her bright, sunshine
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II

I posted up at the end of the bar, in my usual spot. I had half a mind to waltz around and make my own drink, but the owner of this fine establishment, Cato, didn’t often like that. Glancing around, though, he was busy and needed a hand. I wouldn’t get in too much trouble anyway, nothing more than a stern gaze. I slipped around the bar, grabbing a few drink orders and started mixing them before he could notice. Snagging cash from the customers, I headed over to the till. It was old fashioned, and I expected that to never change. Partly because I was absolutely certain it was impossible to break into. I looked back up, prepared to make my own drink, only to see Cato sliding one over to me. “Your usual, I assume?” I smiled down at the dirty shirley temple. “Thanks.” “You’re here for work, aren’t you?” I cocked an eyebrow at him, not sure how he realized I had just wrapped up my previous assignment. “You’re an open book to me, dear,” he chuckled. “You may be good at keepin’ se
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III

“In the flesh,” the man grinned, revealing pearly white teeth and canines that would never quite recede fully. I had never met a lycan. They were the things of legends, almost. They weren’t natural, as in they were not born. They had to be turned, akin to the human mythology of werewolves. Lycans retained their full wolf form, but with greater strength, speed, and stealth in both skins. The mark of a lycan, though, came at a cost. They were more bound to the moon, as only the moon could turn a wolf to a lycan. The loss of an opportunity to find your mate, and near immortality. Some would not see these as bad things. I, for one, had no mate out there waiting for me, and I had also experienced this world enough to have no desire sticking around forever. For others, the prospect of surrendering your mate, if you hadn’t met them yet, was usually enough to refuse the moon’s gift. For those that had found the one, they were bound to lose their mate sooner rather than later, never to m
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IV

The beauty of Blair’s inner city house was that it was exceptionally easy to get to without being seen. I used to think it was a secret only I knew, but over the years I had learned several supernaturals in need of her assistance used it frequently. I yipped halfheartedly at her back door, leaning against the wall for support. The adrenaline that got me up off the ground had long passed, and I wasn’t even sure I’d be able to carry myself into her house. The door swung open, as if she had been expecting me. I looked up at her, pitiful puppy eyes begging for assistance. “You better be glad you’re a runt,” she huffed, scooping up my small wolf form. “I’m a witch, not a were. I don’t have superhuman strength.” Blame it on a napoleon complex, but I didn’t much appreciate being picked up - in either of my skins. However, I felt like I was on the brink of death, so my ego had to let that slide. As small as I was, wolves still weren’t tiny little purse dogs. Blair was as mindful as
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V

Leah would kill me when she found my note. I hadn’t spent much time with her recently - I had been so busy - and I was standing her up on our raincheck again. More than likely, anyone would consider me a bad friend. She would never understand how everything I hid from her, every wall I kept firmly in place, was the best way I could be a friend to her.She was my friend, I would never deny that. But this was one of the reasons humans and the supernatural couldn’t be friends. If she found out, she would be targeted by the supernatural to avoid our existence getting out. That, or she would go insane. If it was just me, I would trust her to keep my secret. But, it was a whole world right in front of her, dancing on the peripheries of her sight, she couldn’t know about. I packed carefully. Every set of shoes I packed had heels. Wide legged pants, skirts, and leg warmers that would cover just how significant the heels were. My signature graphic tees and leather jackets. Anything that scr
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VI

I grumbled the entire drive into town, following my knight in shining armor. I was not a damsel in distress, but he had saved me twice. I wasn’t even shocked when we pulled into the same inn. Would’ve been difficult for us to end up at separate ones seeing as there was only one. I parked as far away from Isaac as I could, but even dawdling across the parking area didn’t work. The fucker waited for me. We didn’t speak as we walked in, but he held the door like any gentleman would. It was hard not to greet Shelby with the familiarity of an old friend. She had been my nanny once upon a time, and my brother’s nanny before that. She joined her sister in running the inn when I grew old enough to no longer require a full time babysitter. I maintained my stoney expression and kept my eyes downcast in response to her warm smile as we walked in. If anyone could see through my disguise, she topped the list. “Welcome to the Royal Moon Pack!” she chirped happily. “Room for two today?” Isa
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VII

Isaac POV Innocent and naive were not words one would often use to describe the vixen before me, but they suited her perfectly. The real her, the one she refused to show the world. I knew more than I’d ever admit about the woman, but I didn’t know Maise. The last time I spoke to her, at the tender age of sixteen, her hair had been freshly cut and she had just bought her first leather jacket. It had yet to be soaked in a traitor’s blood or torn by a delinquent’s feeble attempts at escape. Us lycans, we had a name for the rogue vigilante. If retribution for your crimes fell into her hands, you experienced the curse of the rogue. But I had a sneaking suspicion she was a bit more than a rogue. Tracking her down in Djinn and Juice had not been a mistake. Talking to her, however, was unintended. I knew she worked at Djinn and Juice - whether it was behind the bar or picking up her next clients, it had been her mainstay since our first conversation all those years ago. Since that
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VIII

I slept peacefully. Possibly the most peaceful sleep I could remember. My room was infused with the most intoxicating scent I had ever smelled, and it was attempting to lull me back to sleep. I buried my face deeper into the pillow, thinking of how I would commend Shelby on her scent choices if we were on speaking terms. It was familiar, and warm, but I couldn’t put my finger on what it truly was. The potent musk of man, for sure, but that would make sense - most rogues were men. Of course she would choose something masculine. But something itched at the back of my mind, begging me to place the scent. As the fog of sleep slowly burned away from my mind, the itch became a scratch, accompanied by the pound of a headache. A hangover headache. I groaned to myself, the night coming back to me. He had been here. He had been here for a while, and if my memory was correct, I begged him to stay with me. Tentatively, I reached across the bed, relief hitting when it was confirmed that I
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IX

I was still in shock. This was not the plan. Steaming food sat in front of me, but I wasn’t even paying attention to it. I ate, but didn’t taste anything. I was sitting next to the Lycan King. The Lycan King had fixed my car. The Lycan King had saved my life. I wanted to fuck the Lycan King. Conversation amongst the three men happened around me, but I didn’t participate. I needed to process. This was bad. Very bad. I had to get far, far away from him. Surely, the Lycan King would want my head on a stick just as much as the Alpha King did. Faintly, I heard the name Maise pop up in conversation. I didn’t know if I was supposed to respond, but I didn’t even know what I should be responding to. “Hey Zac, I think your girl is broken,” Kaleb said, prodding me with the handle of his knife. “She’s not broken,” Isaac sighed. “She doesn’t like authority, and I hadn’t told her I was the king.” Kaleb poked me again. “Hey Maise, I asked you a question.” “What?” I said dumbly. He bit
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