The Lycan King’s Hybrid Luna

Thessaloniki, GreeceEsme’s POVThe last month had been exhausting, fighting for a major project I’d just won, not only to help our company, but because our wolf pack needed it desperately. As their Luna, it was the least I could do. My pack was also hosting the annual New Moon Festival. It was my husband Calvin’s dream, and though he was the pack’s alpha, I was the one who worked hard to achieve that dream for him. But that had meant a month of running low on sleep and barely getting to spend time in the pack house. It also meant I had barely gotten any time with Calvin. But I would that night.After finishing my last call, I packed my bag and left my office without delay. My heart skipped with excitement just thinking about seeing Calvin. I missed him so much—“Winning against humans isn’t something you should be so proud of,” Silvan’s familiar voice rang out behind me as I exited the building. My hair stood on end as I paused, using my senses to confirm there were no humans arou

Esme’s POVAfter a fitful and truncated night’s sleep, I woke early when my personal assistant, Amy, entered the room. “Ah, here you are. I’m done with all the tasks you gave me yesterday.” I looked into her eyes, grateful for her reliability and our relationship. My father found her near death and rescued her when I was five, and we’d grown up together. Like Stella, she was like a sister to me. Just the thought of Stella made my heart ache. An unbidden image of her naked on top of Calvin formed in my mind. I shoved the memory aside and addressed Amy. “Are the gates open yet? Some of the guests like to come early.”“I had them open the gates at dawn, and several packs have already arrived.” She looked at me with a furrowed brow. “But that’s not important. Are you okay?” “I’m fine,” I said, sounding lackluster and unconvincing, even to my own ears. Amy raised her brows, clearly not buying that. My shoulders slumped. “I’m just tired from working around the clock these last few days,”

Esme’s POVNever in my wildest dreams would I have expected that Silvan would request a union between us. When Papa had informed me about his plans to have me wed Silvan, I not only refused Papa and rejected Silvan, I lied and said I already had a mate. Then I had Calvin pretend we were fated mates and write a letter to Silvan. Why would he want me after all that?I stared at him. As much as I regretted my relationship with Calvin, I was still scared of Silvan, just as scared as I had been back then. He kept his eyes locked on mine for one second. Two. Three. Then disappointment flashed across his face, and he turned to leave.One look at the silent but curious crowd had me gritting my teeth. In desperation, I quickly said, “I agree.” After we got away from the crowd, I would make him see reason, make him see I wasn’t the right person for him. Somehow.Silvan turned, and his eyes curved upwards in a smile. “The man in the picture is me,” he declared. The crowd broke into even more

“Stella was right after all. Either way, you are still a slut,” Calvin slurred, and my nose crinkled as I smelled the alcohol on him.He was drunk.“You don’t have any right to be in here. Not to mention talking to me.” Calvin scoffed, stepping inside completely. “You talk about rights? What of the three years of you depriving me of my right? And then whoring around?” “What are you talking about?” this was not the Calvin I knew.He was not the man I came home to every night who would praise me for working so hard. He was not the Calvin that held me every night after my father died.This was someone else. A total stranger.“We were married for three years, Esme. And not for once did I get to touch you or be with you like a proper couple!” Understanding dawned on me, and I rolled my eyes, irritated at his true colours. “We were never a proper couple, Calvin.” “From the very onset, I made things clear with you. In exchange, I have given you shelter and every damn thing you could ev

Esme’s POVI could feel the scorn and the judgement in their gazes as soon as someone announced that I was a werewolf.Well, judging by what Silvan said, I wasn’t exactly one, but that wasn’t my place to say. Or so I felt.“Ohh! Is she one of your servants from the Thessaloniki’s Region?” The girl who spoke up at first asked, and I saw her gaze change from curiosity to disregard.“Kathie…” Silvan called out in a growl, and the girl, who I guessed was called Kathie, stepped back while trembling slightly.“This is Esme. She’s my woman, and I would not tolerate anyone being rude or disrespectful towards her.” I felt a certain kind of relief and emotions from watching Silvan declare I was his woman to seeing the gazes of the people here change.The whole place was dead silent, but I could feel their accessing gazes on me.“You took a werewolf as your woman?” Kathie asked while her eyes sent daggers my way.“And you are bringing her back with you? To the palace?” another person added. T