All Chapters of Losing My Siren Luna: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Leona POVMy stomach churns as I step off the ship, my feet finally hitting dry land. For some reason, the Gamma sent warriors and scouts on this ship too. I was already on board when they boarded at the last minute before the ship cast off. I’ve had to stay hidden away like a rat in the bottom quarters of the ship ever since. I wouldn’t have even known the men were scouts if two of them hadn’t been frequent customers at the brothel. They sought the mousier women, not able to handle what I had to offer, though I offered frequently. Being Lycan, not human or werewolf like the other girls, I guess I was too intimidating to the weaker customers. The alpha was the only customer that I actually felt any joy from being with anyway. Who wouldn’t, with his dominant, aggressive bedroom manners? He didn’t get as rough with the other girls as he did with me. That’s how I know I meant something to him. He treated me special, being wild and rough with my body on the nights we shared. Yes, he ma

Lachlan POV Since that night, our relationship has only gotten better. That walk to the garden, and finally being able to confess to my wife that I knew she was my mate, was the start of her truly opening up to me. That evening, dinner was intimate. Most of the pack had eaten, leaving only the stragglers and Cherum. He grumbled a bit when first seeing us, asking Lira if she was alright, but when he noticed the change between us, he excused himself to another table, claiming he needed to talk with someone about a cream delivery or something along those lines. I didn’t question it, and Lira giggled at his excuse, distracting me once again. Her giggle and laughter is like a soothing balm to my anxious soul. It’s the most reassuring sound I’ve ever heard. It’s like my soul is crying out that if she is happy, everything else will be okay. That night, I held her as I usually did while she fell asleep, but we talked, truly talked until her eyes fluttered close and her breathing evened out

“Oh my goodness. You look so pretty with black hair, Luna,” Yasmin gushes for the tenth time. “It makes your green eyes pop even more.” “It’s itchy,” I grumble, scratching at the back of my head. “Why do you even have this sort of thing?” Yasmin shrugs, pulling the hood of her shawl over her head as we pass a couple of guards on the road to town. “When you are in that line of work, wigs are sometimes needed. Men have different preferences,” she blushes. “Oh,” I suddenly have the urge to wash my hair when we get back home. I don’t mean to judge or think too deeply of the subject, but the thought of some random man performing those acts in such close proximity to an accessory I’m currently wearing I find mildly disturbing. I hope she washed it afterward. “Does your mate have many preferences too? Does he get the urge to imagine you as a raven-haired beauty to get him going?” Cedric asks teasingly, making me gasp. I’m embarrassed just hearing that question. “No,” Yasmin slaps Cedric

Elelira POV When we got to the brothel, Lady Vera was not only willing to talk to me, she invited all of us in for a drink. She grabbed a couple of pints of beer, even though it was barely after lunch, and sat the two of us down at a table in the corner while Cedric and Yasmin remained at the bar, talking with her friends. “I barely recognized you with that wig on, Luna,” Lady Vera commented. “It’s one of Yasmin’s, isn’t it? I remember sending it out to be cleaned not long before she quit.” Oh good. At least now I know it’s been cleaned after use. I was trying not to let it bug me, but it was. “I would have smelled scents on it if it was dirty like that,” Val tried to tell me, rolling her eyes. “It’s just the fact it was on her head while someone was doing that to her. It’s just a minor phobia.” With my past life, can you really blame me? Thinking of any man doing those acts grosses me out and makes my throat swell. My anxieties begin to rise and I feel like I’m about to slip i

Lachlan POVI love flustered Lira. She turns a beautiful shade of pink and can't sit still when I tease her. My little pregnancy comment and the way her whole body, from her chest all the way to her hairline blushed had me wanting to push her a little on the topic, but I know better. She’s still not ready. She’s barely an adult and I still don’t know what she went through in her uncle’s pack. I want her. Lord knows I want her. I am going to wait until she is ready, though, and if she never is, I will be okay with that. Anything as long as we are together.I still like watching her get flustered over me, though.The fluster she is in now is different from the embarrassed kind of flustered like earlier. She’s anxious about telling me why she went to the brothel today. I still want to know. I feel like I need to know. “I didn’t want to mention anything to you because of, um, your distrust in my uncle. I didn’t want to needlessly worry you,” she says in a small hesitant voice, looking