All Chapters of Losing My Siren Luna: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Lachlan POV “Alpha?” Leona paws my chest while pulling my arm. I shake her off and step away, intending on chasing after my wife. She is gone, though. She didn’t even turn back when I called her. “Why?” I growled furiously as I slowly turned towards the women. “Why would you think that was okay? To disrespect your Luna like that on our wedding day, why would you-?” “Lanny,” Leona pathetically whines out the nickname many of the girls call me, cutting off my question. “Don’t be like that. You looked like you were struggling, so we came to help. You told us she wasn’t going to be anything more than an annoying guest,” she pops her hip out to the side, ‘You said she would never be our Luna, Lanny. I don’t know why you are being so mean.” I pinch the bridge of my nose, focusing on containing my lycan, who is trying to break free and tear this woman apart for insulting our mate. How am I going to get close to Lira now? How am I going to overcome this misunderstanding? “Alpha?” Yasmin,

“Lira,” he whispers my name, almost beggingly. He then looks at the woman and back at me. “This isn’t what it looks like. I was just telling her to leave.” I held my head up high, not believing him in the least. He doesn’t know I’ve lived through this already. “I just need a word, then you can return to your guest, Alpha Lachlan. It won’t take long.” He growls, startling me for a moment, then his eyes soften with panic like he just realized he scared me. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t growling at you,” he sputters, then turns to glare at the woman, “GO! Don’t come back here again. I will tell the guards you are not allowed past the gates if you try.” “But, Alpha,” the woman puffs up her face in offense while pouting. “I always spend the nights with you.” Her chest rises and falls like she is about to cry. Her hips are round, accented by her clothing, and she clutches her chest, making it spill out of her bodice even more. Is this why he never showed interest in me? Because he likes well-endow

Lachlan POVI was pacing outside the room that would soon be Lira’s. Nilo just came with a few men and took my bed and mattress from my room to be burned. I don’t need it. I plan on spending my nights with Lira in her room now that she has agreed to it. Her only requirement was not sharing a bed I shared with other women. There is now no bed that fits those disqualifications, so I'm in the clear. I’m giddy with excitement at the prospect of holding her in my arms at last. That shit show with the women set me back momentarily, but I’ll win her over. She won’t be able to fight the bond if I’m touching and holding her. She might mentally fight it at first, but her body will crave my touch. “Don’t be an asshole and force her to do anything she doesn’t want to do. Manipulating her with the bond she feels but we don’t isn’t right,” Killian growls at me.“I’m not manipulating her. I just want a damn opening.”“You don’t deserve an opening,” he growls, “I hope she punches you in the nuts

Elelira POVI’m finally in comfortable clothing; a thick flannel nightgown and my cushioned slippers I inherited from my mother. They are worn out from overuse throughout the years, but that has just added to the comfort by making them buttery soft and familiar. The clothes combined with the necklace that has the familiar fae magic emanating from it are wrapping me in a cocoon of comfort.“Are you sure this is okay for you, Luna?” Mimi grimaces at the faded pattern on my nightgown. “I’m sure I can find you much better sleeping attire for the night. It’s your wedding night after all.”This is the third time she has asked, but the first time since the other maids have left. I can be more honest with her now.I waved a hand, dismissing her line of thought about my wedding night. “I’m pretty sure your alpha plans on spending our wedding night with any of those other women he invited to our wedding rather than me.” I’m not concerned over making our wedding night something to remember. I r

I was absolutely stunned. He never would have done this in my first life. The only thing he had ever given me was scorn and hatred. “Maybe this isn’t the same timeline, Ela,” Val tells me, “It can’t be.”She is almost in tears of relief, that hope of being accepted by our mate blossoming inside her once again. “He would have told us if he felt the mate bond, though. Remember how you were the first time we laid eyes on him? If my uncle had not been holding on to us as we walked down the aisle, you would have made me run to him.” His indifference and cold demeanor is what prevented me from saying anything to him when I finally could speak to him at the reception, away from my uncle. His attitude was like ice water dousing me and waking us from the spell the mate bond cast over us. “You are being pretty cold to him in this life. Maybe he is just too scared to say anything, just like you were.”“Well, I’m not going to be the first to say it now, either. If he feels the mate bond, he wi