All Chapters of THE ROYALLY SCREWED LUNA: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Who needed sleep when I had so much work? My hands were colored with ink as I wrote and drew. Room allocation was done. It was a bit tricky but I did it. I did not want to just stick leaders of one area near each other or sit them together at the tables. I wanted to mix them up so they could socialize and get to learn about the other packs. The rivals were set apart, so far, they would hardly be seeing each other. That was done and it was time to see what the rooms would look like. I had decided to personalize the rooms which was perfect with the allocations done. The first pack was the Obsidian pack. They were called that because their area was surrounded by black rocks that from the drawings I had seen were beautiful so I was thinking of white covers for them with white curtains but the rug would be black with accents of silver. They would have black towels. The pedestals were wooden and so fancy-looking. The decoratio

The king turned so pale I cried. I cried because I realized what I had just brought on myself. Everyone in that area gasped with their weeps getting even louder. My legs shook as if to buckled, Brum cursing over and over again behind me. I knew I did something stupid but I could not let them kill a pack member. As much as they hated me, I was the luna of the pack, I was a mother to all of them and I would not watch while any of my children got hurt. I would protect them to my death, that I what a luna does. I was panicking but I would not take my decision back. My fear came back, so scared I thought I would faint. The king turned, his whole body turning to me. The whip was already coated with nothing but blood, it dripping to the ground as Stern fought to stand up straight. My lips shook, my hands too. What a promising day it had been but that was gone. The king’s eyes moved from me to the beta, not knowing what th

Nightfall fell and the king still had not pulled from his state of unconsciousness. I felt as if l was losing my mind, the only thing keeping me sane just his moving chest.I lay on his back, breathing him in and out. My lips pressed on his cool skin now and again. The room was dark, the windows having been opened with the growing crescent in the sky, the curtain dancing to the wind’s tune.The food was still untouched, lunch having been taken away. The ladies came back when dinner hit, bringing a few other dishes for the king and I. They peaked and asked how he was doing and all I could do was fake a smile and tell them he would wake up soon.The door suddenly opened, pulling me from my thoughts, my head picking up but not enough to see who had entered.I heard footsteps, leading to me sitting on the king to fully turn and see the intruder. I already had a good idea for there was no one else who would walk in with such confidence when the king was

The only way to keep sane was by lying where he had slept while covered by his t-shirt. I loved how baggy it was, my nipples were hard from it caressing them. I had cleaned myself but I could still feel him in between my legs. I could still feel his tongue now and again, having me clutch my legs together.   I ached for him in a way I had never ached for anything. If I could just see him again, if I could just kiss him.   My fingers ran on my lips, aching for his and burning for his soft lips to take mine and leave them sore.   Was he with her?   Was he cupping her butt and ravishing her?   The images slipped in my head and I groaned.   No work was done that night, too much having happened during the day. There was no way my mind could part from the cruel king who held my heart in his grasp. Was it stupid for me to think he cared? Somehow, I knew he did. Someh

My ears were out listening for anything as I walked through the road leading to the pack hospital. It was busy to my shock, so many people in the forest, wondering what they were doing but all I had in mind was to make it out alive. I took a turn with the pack hospital coming to view. It was painted white, a two-story building mostly built of glass. It was extravagant. I had not imagined it being that fancy. I walked to the doors which just slide open on their own from my approach. My eyes went wide, like a child discovering a magical world. My eyes then fell on the large reception desk but there was no one there. I walked past it, sure that if anyone was close, they would have smelt me and come through if they could. My eyes scanned around, it smelling better than I had expected. There were too many doors until I saw a direction pointer. The wards were on the next floor. I took the flying machine which opened to many labeled doors. The lights were bright,