All Chapters of Curse of a Lycan Luna: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

I was just beginning to get chilly when Isaac came to a stop just inside of the treeline. He turned to look at me, a playful smirk dancing on his face. He didn’t take his golden eyes off of me as he shrugged out of his clothes, and took his time folding them and placing them on a log. Ever the princess that I was, though, I maintained eye contact, never letting my eyes wander, and did not let my stoney expression waver. I was a werewolf. I had seen dicks before. However, I had no interest in seeing his dick. Mostly because I wanted to do things I had only read about to it. This was not ideal. Far from it, actually. I had minimal control of my wolf at the best of times, and this sexual tension between us could very well ruin any resolve I had, especially as the wild continued to pour through my veins when I was back in my human skin after letting her out for a while. He shifted, skin and bipedal limbs melting away into fur and four legs. He was huge. I knew that from my dreams. I

This had to end. I was catching feelings, and that could only be bad news. Sure, Isaac didn’t seem at all opposed to entertaining those feelings, but he would live forever and I would die - sooner rather than later. I was too attached to do something temporary, and he was too immortal to make some sort of commitment for the duration of my life. Mates or not, pretending we had a bond that could turn into something was foolish. Maybe it would be better if I just snuck away now, before things reached the point of no return. I had a sinking feeling we were already there, though. Bram was drilling me with questions, but I was hardly paying attention to them. None of them seemed exceptionally important, so I didn’t understand the point. His next question, though, was enough to pull me out of my wallowing. “Maise, what are you thinking about?” I huffed in exasperation. “Life.” He cocked an eyebrow. “Lie.” Well, that was a first. He hadn’t claimed anything was a lie yet. Granted, I

The next two days passed in a blur, and if it was any indication of what my life would be like here, I was going to get bored very quickly. Bram spent a large portion of the days with me, trying to get answers out of me. Most of his questions pertained to information about the royal pack, which I was cautious to give answers to. Even if I did not like the Alpha King, they were still my people. I wanted to ensure they were safe. Until I knew how or why they were going to remove my father from the throne, pack secrets were safe with me. Sometime after lunch, I would be escorted to Isaac’s office over at the packhouse. My leash was getting longer, though, and the Lycan King was allowing me to explore within the building unsupervised. It was in this way that I overheard rumors. Rumors that ignited that spark that had me targeting my first victim as a rogue. If I could plan it right, it would be a welcome outlet for my boredom, and satisfy my innate need to protect that I had always b

Isaac POV I was agitated today. News of a volatile werefox in the vicinity had surfaced again, naming him as the primary suspect for a serial abuser just a town over. It started with a singular infraction being reported, which resulted in several other women coming forward. Once a description was pieced together, it was easy enough to narrow down who it was - a rogue werefox who had taken up living amongst humans, going so far as being elected the sheriff. Foxes, like wolves, were my responsibility, but he was crafty. Lycans over there couldn’t pin him, and he had covered his tracks on the human side well enough we couldn’t even nudge an investigation from higher authorities in the correct direction. We had the guy pegged. We had his local haunts and his tells down. But it ended there. I hated to admit it, but I was beginning to think we needed to enlist the curse of the rogue. I had gotten close to this point before. I used to justify keeping a close eye on her by saying it wa

I jerked away from Isaac, needing out of his head. I was all too familiar with the memories he showed me, and I didn’t need the additional pain of an alternative perspective. “H-how?” I choked. Isaac’s touch felt foreign, but oh so familiar. As if I had always known it. Hands drifted from cupping my cheeks, falling down to my shoulders. His shirt had slipped over my petite frame, leaving one shoulder bare, and one hand drifted over my shoulder blade, finding my birthmark there. He looked down on me with golden eyes. Golden eyes that if I thought hard enough, I had always known were there. Always hiding just outside my periphery, barely out of reach. But thinking hard enough to find them required I wade through too much pain to reach that safe place. “I’ve always known, Princess,” he whispered. “Your mother knew before you were born that your father had ill will, and she had me give you a staking mark as soon as she realized…” I nodded, gulping down air I so desperately needed.