All Chapters of Curse of a Lycan Luna: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

I had determined it was a wolf, and with my newfound knowledge of identifying them, a lycan at that. This time, though, the beast was frantic. It paced anxiously around the clearing as I settled into the meadow, and the second I had succumbed to my wild within, its eyes were on me. Mate. This was a figment of my imagination; it couldn’t be real. No matter what Bram said about lycans being able to find mates, I refused to believe it. This was just some fever dream of a lust driven girl. Maybe I had caught sight of Isaac’s eyes when he saved me that night after leaving Djinn and Juice and I had just replicated them in my dream the first time I dreamed up these eyes. The second I thought that name, though, the wolf hidden by the shadows took a step forward, allowing me to get just a glimpse for the first time. Mate. The shadows traveled with it, continuing to shroud it from my sight. No, it was black. Pure, pitch black. And huge. And mine. The wolf before me was much large

Isaac POV Bram and I had joined Kaleb and Rudi in their suite for the evening. It was not my first choice of places to be, but Maise had not answered when I knocked at her door, the same as the night previous. I glared down at the last can of a local beer I had and the unopened envelope that had been shoved underneath my door when I returned from another meeting with the Alpha King earlier today. I had a sneaking suspicion the girl was right, and that king of hers would be absolutely no help. The first time I sat down with him was more of a social visit, to alert him that lycans were here. It was not a necessity by any means, but he perceived it as the warning that it was. He was being watched. Today, however, I attempted to start in on discussions. Emphasis on attempted. The last surviving Ambrose was one of few werewolves who recognized just how much lycans still had their hands in werewolf law and life. Prior to this visit, our last conversation had been when I caught wind of

That four letter word that came to me in a dream about golden eyes kept running through my head. I had to wonder if I had manifested the feeling, or if it was something my subconscious was trying to push through, past all my preconceived notions of it. A lust driven early twenties girl was the more logical answer, but something just screamed this was more. I hated to even think it, but I kind of wanted it to be true. Isaac was true to his word. So long as I kept my hands still, he was a perfect gentleman. The kisses proceeding were chaste, reverent. His hands didn’t wander, but his arms kept me caged in. The way he fisted the sheets showed just how hard he was working to rein himself in. The second my hands wandered, though, the sugary sweetness dissolved in the heat, a warning of just what he wanted. It was only when I had pushed a boundary he had put in place for me one too many times that he tucked me into him, my back to his chest. It took several minutes before breathing was abl

Isaac POV A touch to Maise’s forehead, and she sunk into a magic induced sleep, giving the witch and I the ability to talk freely. “You know what this means, right?” my mate’s friend asked. I nodded solemnly. I knew extremely well.“How did you realize she was the Princess, anyway?” I thought for a moment, hesitating to answer. Trusting the witch was an act of necessity. Maise saw her fit to harbor all her secrets - willingly or otherwise - so I had to hope she would stand by what was best for her friend, and the best of her kind as well as mine. If our theories were correct, and she was the woman the Unity Prophecy spoke of, she could not know of the bond, not yet. There was nothing the witch could do to go through and nitpick out all of Maise’s suspicions, but she could remove the confirmation that it was there. “I think I always knew, but denied it,” I finally admitted. “Her new look and new attitude had me fooled for a time or two, but when her soul called to me… my obsessio

Warmth seeped into me, a stinging juxtaposition to the sharp cold that licked against my skin. I knew who was carrying me, and I cuddled into him for warmth. I cracked my eyes open, seeing an open sky with the moon and stars blinking down at me. “What time is it?” I mumbled, catching sight of trees as I craned my head around. Isaac’s arms tightened around me. “Almost midnight, Princess. We’ll be inside in a second.” I hummed, acknowledging that I heard him. I had questions for him, and I hoped he would stay awake long enough to answer them. Driving was exhausting, but I didn’t particularly care. If he was going to drag me to another country for something I had no memory of agreeing to, he was going to fight his exhaustion to explain it all to me. Just inside the door, he set me on my feet. I looked around cautiously. “This isn’t the castle I thought you lived in.” Isaac snickered at my comment. “We don’t have a castle here. It would stand out too much.” “But it’s not even big