All Chapters of Curse of a Lycan Luna: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

I glanced up at Bram, not paying him much mind as I continued dissecting Isaac’s alarming lack of evidence against my father. “He had a long night. Still asleep when I left.” Ever a man of few words, Bram didn’t respond, instead just coming to sit in front of the large walnut toned desk that dwarfed me. I, however, felt large and in charge here. I could see why so many craved power if you could sit behind a desk like this and feel all high and mighty. He glanced over to see what I was reading, but his eyes also found what had previously caught my attention. “Question for a question?” he offered. It must have been important, because usually he just barked at me what answers he wanted, and I needed to remind him of our standing agreement. I nodded absently, motioning for him to continue. “Why did you do that yesterday?” I took a long drag of the cigarette before answering. “Boredom, mostly.” I didn’t know if Bram had caught me in a lie, or if he was simply learning more a

The intoxicating physical attraction between Isaac and I left my head spinning, forgetting about needing to remember wrong from right. He was a lycan. This was wrong. But, at some point, the moon had written that he was mine. This was right. It would hurt in the end, but I didn’t need experience to know I found pleasure in the pain. I couldn’t even tell you if Isaac was right that there was no bond between us. I had no experience with them, but I felt strongly that the way I craved him was so intense it had to be fate. This addiction had left the territory of want far behind and was now a need. If he was a drug, I was in desperate need of a shot of Narcan. Something happened when he kissed me last night, and it was much more than him proving he knew the side of me I always tried to forget. That truth unlocked something in me that was unhinged. The part that scared me was that I didn't even want to try and control it. Isaac was the one who claimed the responsibility of calmin

The basement was more of a game room or lounge. There was a wet bar, pool table, and large TV, all accented by deep, rich tones and leather furniture. Just add a singing fish and it’d be a perfect man cave, if I had learned anything from binging streaming services. Bram had claimed a chair and had his body positioned away from where Isaac and I sat on the couch. Everything was tense and awkward, and had been for nearly half an hour. No one was talking, and I was growing bored. With an exasperated sigh, I stood up and headed toward the bar. It was well stocked, but with a manly collection of booze. It took a little bit of thinking, but I had a few pretty colored drinks made up eventually. I garnished them with tiny umbrellas because it’s impossible to be mad when you have a froo froo colored drink with an umbrella in it in your hand. Once they were handed out to two very confused lycans, I took mine over to the pool table and started racking up. “Hey Bram, I betcha ten dollars I c

Isaac POV As one who submitted to the powers of fate, I spent a long time researching the meaning behind names in my younger days. You quickly saw a pattern - a name was almost a prophecy in and of itself. Margaret, my Princess’s given name, means pearl. A pearl is a gem developed from dirt, grime, and bacteria, but is traumatized into a coveted thing of beauty. I stared down at my pearl, my gift borne of darkness, disgusted with everything about her. The half lives that brought her into existence, the turmoil that polished her edges, and the trauma that made her beautiful. She was everything I wanted, and everything I couldn’t have. The new prophecy left no room for negotiation. We would not be mates. I had failed her in that regard. There had been twenty three eclipses over her lifetime, and the only time I searched her out and gave us the opportunity to fulfill our fate, I left, so certain there would be another chance with better timing. If I had not been so dumb and blind,

Training review: It was not that horrible. At least, it wasn’t that horrible yet. After varying warm up exercises, it seemed to be mostly circuit training. Nothing I hadn’t done before. Maybe tomorrow would be different, but for now, I was thankful it was over. Isaac had abandoned me once we entered, and I soon discovered that was because he was leading training. Apparently, it was usually Kaleb’s job, and self led when they both were gone. I had stuck to myself the entire time, simply following instructions. “Folks!” Isaac called, just as I was attempting to sneak out the door before getting roped into an awkward conversation. “We’ll have one sparring match today. Noah and the runt.” I turned slowly. It seemed like the seas were parting, and all eyes were on me. I had picked up on all the attention I had gathered throughout training, as everyone was curious about the runt that had shown up. I wondered if they knew who I was, but given the tittering and snickering I heard from