All Chapters of The Lycan's Luna: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Fear. Guilt. Shame. Shame. Guilt. Fear. These heavy feelings torture my conscious over and over again, until I'm strung so tight, I'm begging the Moon Goddess to end it. To get me out. She doesn't. Shame. Guilt. Fear. And every passing year...I'm closer to the edge than I was before. ... I grew up in a prominent pack. One deep in the mountains, beside a clear stream of water, surrounded by evergreens on every side. My father was the Alpha and I, his only daughter. Usually, females, no matter how strong and capable they were, never inherited their father's legacy. This case was true for the daughters of Alphas, Betas, and Gammas alike. No matter their status, at the end of the day, they all ended up in the same group. The incompetent, the unqualified descendants, deprived of the right to carry their father's mantel, because they weren't born with a giant stick. But this wasn't the case for me. You see, my daddy fought for me. He earned me the right to lead his pack after him. S

Idris Raed watched me from the bed as I stood before the mirror and brushed my hair. Then braided the sides and coiled it in a swooping ponytail. The ember strands naturally swayed to my butt, showcasing their lustrous shine and thick volume. Withdrawing a white-blue skirt that swept the floor and a long-sleeved blouse from my suitcase, I changed in the bathroom, and applied a cherry lip gloss and smoky eyeliner before checking myself out in the mirror. I always knew. The heated gazes of the males in the Evergreen Pack said it too. But at this moment, probably because I put in the effort and had the intent to seduce, I looked better than I've ever looked before. Hot wasn't even the word. Breathtakingly stunning, but with a hint of innocent charm just about described it. I was glowing, oozing with confidence and grace that would put the most beautiful she-wolf to shame. Exactly as I wanted. At this moment, I was out to win my mate, and any female with a brain should know to step ou

Once we left the Commander's Mansion, I wrenched my hand out of Idris Raed's grip and practically fought not to storm my way back to the mansion. Though it was now dark outside, there were still some Lycans and wolves loitering around. I didn't want to become their morning gossip."Saira, watch your steps. There are shells in the sand." The bastard I hate called from behind me.I wondered if this dude had a screw loose. He didn't seem to understand my body language, or the dark expression on my face. The hatred in my eyes could freeze anyone to stone. But it wasn't frosty enough to keep him at bay."Saira, slow down. The sand is slippery." He cried out again, sticking to my side with dogged determination that made me grit my teeth so hard, they itched.Picking up my speed, I tried, like always, to ignore his presence and treat him like air.And failed miserably."Saira, your skirt is dragging on the floor. Be careful not to trip.""Saira, how is your arm? Is it still hurting? If it i

"Burying failed. Smashing didn't work. What should we do to rid ourselves of this curse?" "Keep your voice down. Though I'm the Alpha, I still need the pack members' respect to lead with honor. As for her...we can't bury her outside like we did last time. Whatever we do, we must do it within the four walls of this mansion." "Mother, father, how about...we drown her?" I sprung up with a gasp, and rapidly blinked my eyes. Soaked with sweat, my nightdress clung to my skin, offering me little protection against the chill in the room. “Just a dream, Saira. Just…another dream.” I gulped, forcing the images out of my mind. The dreams. They were becoming more frequent, persistent, since I came to the Lycans lair. As the first rays of morning sunshine basked me in their warm radiance, I couldn’t help but wonder if that meant something. “Hehe. Of course, it means something. It’s a sign your tyranny’s about to end.” Zaria cackled with glee. “Yes, and with me, it’ll be your end as well. How

My heart swelled with pride as I gazed at my wife. She was a wonder to me in so many ways. Her confidence, her loyalty towards her soulmate, and her unshakable faith in the bond few treated as a gift in our community, were commendable. However, what drew me to her was her willingness to fight for her mate and her resolve to wait for him to return to her side, no matter how long it took. And not for the first time, I internally ridiculed my brother for being a fool. And for the umpteenth time, I prayed to the Moon Goddess for him to remain a fool to his last breath. “She’s ours now! Even if he regrets his rejection, we won’t let him take her back!” Malko growled in the back of my mind with the possessiveness of a mate. I sighed dejectedly and reminded him. “That decision isn’t ours to make. Saira already hates me for forcing a Bonding Mark on her. I won’t take a risk that’ll make her loath my very existence.” Though not as strong as the marking between soulmates and chosen mates, a