All Chapters of The Lycan League: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

It took me a moment to realize what he had done and what we were doing. My eyes were closing a second too late. Immediately, it felt like my senses were on overdrive. I could feel everything; I could feel him. His body was adding warmth to my body, and his heartbeat was strong and loud.His lips, firmly pressed onto mine, were as soft as silk. After a few seconds, his lips began to pull on my bottom lip. The sensual movement was making me shake a little. I was slightly frozen, not knowing what to do or think. This was my first kiss. What the fuck was I supposed to do? As if fearing I would pull away, his hand cupped my face, keeping my face still; the other supported him so as not to crush me, not that I would mind though.I went on instinct and moved my lips to do the same. I lifted my hands and placed them on his back. He tensed at first and then he relaxed. As he began to make patterns on my lips, I slid my hands down his back and gripped his firm waist. His kiss became rougher as

My face turned into a rosy color. I didn’t get to buy any of those because of how odd everyone was around me, but I couldn’t just not buy it. Now, I had to, not for Zaliver but because I was not about to go around like captain commando.We entered the store immediately. Johnson walked away for a moment and came back a second later with a petite feminine blonde who has blue eyes that looked similar to him. She seemed to be a few years older than me, dressed in a light purple dress. I smiled and was surprised to see her large baby bump. Her eyes immediately sought out mine. I held my breath preparing myself for her to react like the others, but I was happy to see her smile back at me without fear in her eyes. She extended her hand, and I shook it politely.“Hello, I’m Johnson’s sister, Hannah. You must be Luna Vivian. A pleasure to meet you,” she said sincerely. I could tell she meant it. She looked at me in the eyes, but my wolf didn’t feel like she was challenging us or anything like

Zaliver AzralaI shut the door and stood behind it. I heard her movements on the bed and my name that was cursed out in anger. Staring blankly at the wall, my mind was racing with hundreds of thoughts.Who knew such a small brown-haired beauty could drive me crazy? While I did feel a bit wretched, I mainly felt an odd sense of ease knowing she was trapped in my room. It was wrong, no doubt, but it felt so right. She made me chain her to the bed. I wasn’t blind to her lustful gazes and wandering hands when we slept. I never brought them up because I enjoyed them too much and avoided making her feel self-conscious about it.I made my way to my office, which was located far away from the room, in less than a few seconds. I slammed the door with much force, creating a loud bang that shook the room. I walked towards my chair and sat on it with a sigh. I spun around to look at the window behind me and watched the moon high in the sky, illuminating the dark and cold room.The beast within me

Exhaling my anger and frustration, I looked in the direction of the pack house. We were far enough that normal wolves wouldn’t be able to see it, but I wasn’t normal. I could see through the trees and the branches as if the pack house was a few feet away rather than miles. I focused my hearing to the house. My hearing and awareness of everything around me was so amplified that when I tuned into something, it was almost as if I were a ghost, as if I were actually there.Hearing past the TV’s, music, fighting and happy couples, the sleeping and chatting wolves, I moved my hearing to the section where I knew my room was located and listened in on what Vivian was doing. She was already in bed. Her heartbeat was a soft lullaby. She would change her position every once in a while, dragging the chains along the silk covers, then she would fall asleep only to toss and turn again. It gave me a twisted pleasure to know she couldn’t sleep comfortably without me.Knowing she was already in bed, I

I stood from the bed and popped some of my joints. I walked into the bathroom with the chains dragged behind me. I had to leave the door slightly open to leave room for the chains, which I didn’t like. Everyone knows you’re not supposed to shower with the door open; that’s how creeps get in. I stripped and entered the shower, relaxing my body in the hot water. I was slightly annoyed at each clink that the chains made as they hit each other while I was washing my hair, but I couldn’t exactly remove them. It felt good to shower using feminine products. My shampoo had the smell of fruit blends and lavender.When I finished, I wrapped a towel around my body and stepped out. I was slightly surprised to see that the door was fully opened, but I guess it was expected after all the tugging. I was walking to the closet when I saw something on the bed. Nearing it, I found a note on top of a computer and picked it up, then my heart’s beating went fast. The note had extremely neat yet rough handw