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Curse of a Lycan Luna 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
Curse of a Lycan Luna X
It was pure luck I avoided the castle. I knew it would happen eventually, but I wasn’t quite brave enough or confident enough in my anonymity here to risk that just yet. If I could make it a few days with no one recognizing me, then I’d feel better about putting my neck out like that. I kicked myself for not going with a more dramatic dye job or plastic surgery or something before coming here. I had been brash, jumping in with both feet before I truly thought things through. Isaac had continued on to the castle, but Kaleb and Bram had followed me back to the hotel. They explained away walking with me by claiming we were just going to the same place, but I had a feeling I had guards. It didn’t shock me. Wolves followed instinct. The same instinct that told them to be cautious of rogues was the one that implored them to protect the weakest links. Women, children, and elderly for starters, but runts were infamous for becoming the focus of a pack’s protection. Even if they hated a r
Curse of a Lycan Luna XI
I had determined it was a wolf, and with my newfound knowledge of identifying them, a lycan at that. This time, though, the beast was frantic. It paced anxiously around the clearing as I settled into the meadow, and the second I had succumbed to my wild within, its eyes were on me. Mate. This was a figment of my imagination; it couldn’t be real. No matter what Bram said about lycans being able to find mates, I refused to believe it. This was just some fever dream of a lust driven girl. Maybe I had caught sight of Isaac’s eyes when he saved me that night after leaving Djinn and Juice and I had just replicated them in my dream the first time I dreamed up these eyes. The second I thought that name, though, the wolf hidden by the shadows took a step forward, allowing me to get just a glimpse for the first time. Mate. The shadows traveled with it, continuing to shroud it from my sight. No, it was black. Pure, pitch black. And huge. And mine. The wolf before me was much large
Curse of a Lycan Luna XII
I pounded on Blair’s door incessantly. She wasn’t particularly good at decrypting prophecies, but she was a far cry better than me, and she would at least not have the personal attachment to it. She took forever to get to the door, and I was about to break it down when it finally swung open. “Oh, it’s you,” she sighed, letting me in. “I thought you were over at the kingdom?” “Not the concern right now, Blair,” I snapped. I slammed the book on the kitchen counter, open to the page that had my prophecy. “What is this?” She sauntered over and took a glance at the page. “Oh, that. That’s the story of how you supposedly destroy the world.” I motioned emphatically for her to continue. Blair sighed and sat down, writing out the prophecy. “There’s a lot of speculation about it,” she told me, “and I am on the side of it’s not a bad prophecy.” She turned away, heading to the kitchen to make a pot of tea. I was sure it would be laced with something to keep me from freaking out too much,
Curse of a Lycan Luna XIII
Isaac POV Bram and I had joined Kaleb and Rudi in their suite for the evening. It was not my first choice of places to be, but Maise had not answered when I knocked at her door, the same as the night previous. I glared down at the last can of a local beer I had and the unopened envelope that had been shoved underneath my door when I returned from another meeting with the Alpha King earlier today. I had a sneaking suspicion the girl was right, and that king of hers would be absolutely no help. The first time I sat down with him was more of a social visit, to alert him that lycans were here. It was not a necessity by any means, but he perceived it as the warning that it was. He was being watched. Today, however, I attempted to start in on discussions. Emphasis on attempted. The last surviving Ambrose was one of few werewolves who recognized just how much lycans still had their hands in werewolf law and life. Prior to this visit, our last conversation had been when I caught wind of
Curse of a Lycan Luna XIV
I hadn’t had it in me to go to Djinn and Juice tonight. I was a busy girl, so I could take a night off. It’s not like it would actually impact my client list, anyway. So, I was curled up with a book again, but a totally different book. A dirty book. Leah was out, working a late shift, so wouldn’t be back until the early hours of the morning. So, I was curled up with a cheesy romance that portrayed mate stricken werewolves in the wrong light, and it was just getting to the good part. The thrum through my chest could have been perceived as anticipation, but the way it festered could not be written off as such. I swallowed hard, trying to choke down the heartburn that refused to subside. The thing that sent me rolling off the couch and to my knees, though, was a sharp, stabbing feeling in my stomach. I massaged it, trying to soothe the pain, but it was no use. I felt like I was burning from the inside out, so I struggled to stand, stripping off every layer I had on as I stumbled t
Curse of a Lycan Luna XV
That four letter word that came to me in a dream about golden eyes kept running through my head. I had to wonder if I had manifested the feeling, or if it was something my subconscious was trying to push through, past all my preconceived notions of it. A lust driven early twenties girl was the more logical answer, but something just screamed this was more. I hated to even think it, but I kind of wanted it to be true. Isaac was true to his word. So long as I kept my hands still, he was a perfect gentleman. The kisses proceeding were chaste, reverent. His hands didn’t wander, but his arms kept me caged in. The way he fisted the sheets showed just how hard he was working to rein himself in. The second my hands wandered, though, the sugary sweetness dissolved in the heat, a warning of just what he wanted. It was only when I had pushed a boundary he had put in place for me one too many times that he tucked me into him, my back to his chest. It took several minutes before breathing was abl
Curse of a Lycan Luna XVI
We walked in silence, taking the back way to her house. I knocked on her door, waiting patiently. Isaac still had a firm hold on my waist, and I had given up trying to struggle out of it. Blair was the only one who could logic this for me. Isaac being my mate made the whole mood flip flopping make sense, but I couldn’t rid the feeling of being violated twenty-three years ago. I didn’t know much about bonds, as I had always been told I wouldn’t have a mate. Sure, I knew they kicked in as soon as you locked eyes with your mate - no matter the age - but I had never spent much time thinking about what would happen if you were a child when you found them. Blair had done extensive research on bonds in different species, so she would have an answer. That, and I desperately needed to freak out, far away from the apartment, as Leah would be getting home soon. The door swung open, and Blair’s eyes nearly popped out of her head. Immediately, she bowed her head and opened the door wider to l
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Curse of a Lycan Luna XCVIII
Annalise blinked slowly, as if she had just been struck across the face. "That... is not the turn I expected. Is that not the exact thing Melany and Karabasan did?"I smiled softly at her. "Name one person in this room Fate has assisted, given a better life. All it has done is harm each and every one of us. Is that retribution for crimes that were out of our control, or are we just being used as pawns to put on a show for our dear Goddess? Either way, it's wrong. If the Moon Goddess can take away immortality when her chosen no longer deserve it, we can take away the dealer when it becomes evident the deck is rigged.""No," Annalise declared, eyes darkening. "I can't stand by that. I won't see you destroy yourself and everyone around you the way our parents did.""You think that lowly of her, really?" Rudi scoffed. "You think Maise has the twisted, sadistic mindset to do what your father - what you - did to me? You forget. Fate doesn't only dictate the good. It a
Curse of a Lycan Luna XCVII
Annalise's exiting statement resounded in my ears. It took me a moment to process what she said, but when I did, I chased her out of the room, catching up with her just outside the front door. It seemed that no matter the species, pregnant being move slowly. "Wait!" I called. "I have more questions!" Annalise turned to face me. "Well, the story is no fun if you are given all the answers." "And you know me well enough to know I don't take anyone's words at face value." "An aspect all good rulers should possess," she touted. "Maybe your mate could learn something from you, but it wouldn't matter. It's not like his words and demands bear any true meaning." A growl built in my own chest, one that made me seriously question whether or not I truly had no wolf blood. "Royalty may be given, but leadership is earned. He has that, I don't." "But you have the power to take it. Why don't you?" "Because I don't want it," I snapped. "Look at what the desire for power turned our parents into."
Curse of a Lycan Luna XCVI
Long gone were the days of being surprised by anything. I prayed to the moon my days really were numbered, because I couldn't handle this anymore. With weary eyes, I looked up to Isaac, and saw he was able to feel the shock I refused to process. His eyes weren't even for me, transfixed on the names of my mother and supposed uncle. That made me thankful.Yin and Yang. That's what we were. You couldn't have one without the other, and each side held a small piece of its opposite, giving us the power to understand the balance.I looked around the room, and everything became abundantly more clear. Rudi and Kaleb denied the truth of their own destiny as mates because they didn't trust Fate. My cousin, I guess, was Team Fate, and her mate didn't know which side to choose. A human was here, but only because she so easily succumbed to the fleeting desires of that red string. My own mate, even, had no power to work against it. If he did, I wouldn't have been sitting on his lap.Fate controlled
Curse of a Lycan Luna XCV
Isaac POV Sitting in the basement, waiting for my mate, I realized something. All the control I always thought I lacked, had always been mine. I had a firm grasp on it, running my world like it was my puppet. My hands were in everything, and my knowledge spanned farther than even I knew. Fate had been a raucous dealer, but I knew how to play my cards. Control had always been my friend.I understood that now, because I felt the loss of it.In this room, Bram held confessions from Alpha King Faolan, and Kaleb knew the secrets of Karabasan. Only Maise had the information to tie them all together. I was at the mercy of whatever they had to share. Never had I sat in a room with no idea what would happen, and I didn't like it.Simply a month ago, I would have infiltrated every single one of these endeavors, but I had given it all up. Willingly, even. All because I needed to remain with a little girl. I adored her dearly and would not change the choices I had made, but the itch to regain th
Curse of a Lycan Luna XCIV
Several times, everyone asked me if I wanted to stop and see my mother on our drive back to the lycan pack. Several times, I refused. I knew it didn't make the two lycans happy, but I was thankful they didn't press and allowed me the autonomy. I knew it would have to happen eventually, but I wasn't ready to open that door yet. Too many emotions I had worked so hard to eliminate from my life would resurface, and I couldn't handle that. Not with everything else going on.Bram, Isaac, and I had stayed in his Audi, and Blair and Leah had driven my truck up to the pack. I wanted to join my friends, but Isaac wouldn't let me out of his sight. I was a little surprised the witch had been trusted with someone who was essentially a prisoner, but I was happy trust between the two species was beginning to grow. I was also fairly certain Leah would endure the most lenient prison stay. If Benate went against Isaac's orders in the bear pack, Benate would pay for it, not his mate.We got back to th
Curse of a Lycan Luna XCIII
When I resurfaced from sleep, I was still in fur with Isaac's monstrous wolf form wrapped around me. This was common for us werewolves, to simply say in our furs when a threat was sensed. Our wolves had more acute senses, and stood a better chance if there was a surprise attack. But, I didn't exactly know what the current threat was. It was only a mental battle that was waging. There was a quiet knock at the door before I heard it swing open. Isaac stiffened and growled at the intruder, followed by Leah's yelp and the door quickly slamming shut. When the door opened again, not even Isaac's posturing sent the unwanted guest away. "Stop it," Bram barked. "It's afternoon. She was checking on her friend." Wolves were exceptionally possessive and protective. You only get one mate, after all. They were worth laying down your life for. Add in that he was a lycan, tasked with the life of a runt, and Isaac was even more unreasonable. So, I wasn't surprised when Isaac picked me up by the scru
Curse of a Lycan Luna XCII
Isaac ran his fingers delicately up my arm, his eyes once again transfixed on the inky sky. "Something else is bothering you. Mind telling me?""Don't you already know?" I huffed. "You've been in my head since you found me on Church Street."I glanced up just enough to see Isaac purse his lips. "You think very little of me if you truly believe I'd negate your right to the privacy of your own mind."And there it was. Even though he so easily could, Isaac never dug for answers, always waiting for me to provide them. He knew the exact things to say to steer a conversation in the direction it needed to go, but the information I shared with him was always new. Unless he had heard it from a different source, of course. Not only did he want to know my thoughts, but he wanted to understand them, help me dissect them.It was one of the qualities that made him so trustworthy, but I didn't understand why. If my father had that ability, he would use it to control me. From my very limited interact
Curse of a Lycan Luna XCI
The sun was rising when I made it to the outskirts of Burlington, but all I saw was King Midas's touch. The city was just beginning to wake up right as I was starting to shut down. My paws felt like lead weights. It was exhaustion that begged me to stop, but not the physical kind. No, I was overwrought with emotion. Emotions I had successfully shut out for eight years - longer if I was being honest. The closer they got to the surface, the more the dam threatened to break.I wanted to lay down and drown in the flood that would ensue. Let it wash away all the trauma and my life along with it. The currents could carry me to the sweet release of oblivion, and the only people that would care would be the ones who abandoned me every step of the way. I certainly wouldn't mind. Not anymore.My entire existence, I had fought so hard for life. As a royal, assassination was a constant threat. Being an undeserving runt only compounded that. As a rogue, everyone and everything had been out to get
Curse of a Lycan Luna XC
I had crammed myself against the passenger side door of Bram's car. I was staring at the man driving in absolute shock, quite certain he was nothing more than a figure of my imagination. He was supposed to be dead. "Call your mate," he said. I blinked dumbly at him. "What?" He never took his eyes off the road, simply repeating his request. I fumbled for my phone, struggling to find the power button to turn it back on. Out of my pocket also came the key to the car that was currently rolling down the twisting state roads of Vermont. "How did you get a key to this car?" He glanced over to me briefly, flashing his cocky grin - one of the few things I vividly remembered about him. "Bram gave it to me when I met up with him this morning. Now, call your mate." I just nodded, not wanting to argue with another one of the dead come back to life. The line had barely started to ring before it was connected. "Maise," Isaac growled in a tone that made it abundantly clear that I was in trouble
