All Chapters of The Lycan King's Sacrifice Luna: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

ARIAI watched Zavier from the sidelines, my heart beating with a mix of excitement and determination. I had made up my mind to be more involved in his life, to immerse myself in the things that made him happy. Maybe then, he would see the value of my happiness as well. It wasn’t about being dependent on him for my joy, but rather finding a way for us to share our lives more fully.As Zavier prepared for his game, five maids surrounded me, none of whom were Beatrix. I felt a pang of discomfort. Beatrix had become a confidante of sorts, and these new faces were strangers. They were polite enough, but the ease of familiarity was missing. Still, I smiled and responded softly to their questions, trying to bridge the gap between us.Casually, Zavier glanced my way, and I met his gaze with a warm smile. Seeing him in his element, strong and confident, reminded me of how lucky I was to be his mate. His muscular form and intense focus were captivating, and I couldn’t help but feel a swell of

IRISHWhen Aria appeared at my door with a tear streaked face and Puffy red eyes, I knew she had issues with Zavier and I wasn't sure I was mentally prepared to accommodate such.“Come in,” I said softly, holding out the door to her.She sniffed and smiled gratefully before walking in.“I would've asked how you're doing but you look like shit, so let me guess? Another argument?” I asked as I bolted the door.She sighed. “Yeah, another damn one.”“Coffee?” I asked.“Tea please,” she said. “Just a minute,” I said before disappearing into the kitchen. Thankfully I still had ingredients I had taken from the pack's kitchen. I made Aria’s tea the way I had seen Beatrix do it.Minutes later, I walked out with a cup of tea and saucer and handed it to Aria. She smiled thankfully at me and took a sip.I nodded at her and took my seat, watching her drink. “I'm so drunk,” she said.I burst out laughing before I could stop myself. “Don't even.”She smiled softly but there was a hint of sadness in

ZAVIERHer fiery gaze burned deep holes into my skin, causing my stare at her to waver. She was hurt but there wasn't a thing I was willing to do about it. I detested the way everything was.She needed to learn and with Irish around, she wouldn't. Irish needed to leave for her to live in understanding. Irish didn't teach Aria bad values but if she offended, she knew the healer would always take her in and then she would see no reason to apologise for her wrongdoing or learn from her mistakes.She approached me, picking her steps carefully. “I hate you Zavier.”“I know, and that's okay,” I said and gripped her wrist in my fist. “I've asked the guards to move most of your things to her bedroom so that way, you'll feel more connected.”“You are a sadistic fucker,” she cursed but I could hear the pain in her voice.My eyes followed the long queue and came in contact with Irish. She flashed me a bright smile and waved at me. My heart clenched but I nodded at her.After Irish left, I watche

THIRD PERSON POVAria woke up to an empty room. Artemis was gone for now, and for that, she felt a wave of relief. It wasn’t that she hated her, but she couldn’t get used to someone new. She relished the solitude for a moment before deciding to start her day.After a quick shower, she realized most of her clothes were still in Zavier’s room. With a sigh, she wrapped herself in a robe, letting her dripping wet hair rest on her shoulders, creating a messy trail down her back. She called for her maid, Beatrix.Beatrix entered the room with a smile. "Good morning, my lady. What do you need?”"I need you to get my things from Zavier’s room. Most of my dresses are at his and my undergarments too," Aria said, trying to sound casual.Beatrix paused, her smile faltering. "Okay my lady. Are you coming for the event today, my lady?”Aria raised an eyebrow. "What event?”Beatrix looked at her, a little confused. "The celebration for the king’s expected child.”Aria felt a chill run down her spine

ZAVIERFor weeks, I tried to adjust to the changes around me. Aria barely had dinner or breakfast with me. She was always reserved, and I barely caught a glimpse of her. Aaliya had made me bring most of her things to my room because she needed my attention and believed it formed a bond with the baby. I was exhausted by her constant presence, but all I wanted was for her to have the baby, nurse him for three months, and then I’d pay her off to leave.I missed Aria terribly. She never came out of her room, and when she did, it was only for brief moments. I saw her from afar sometimes, but often, she seemed to disappear entirely. The palace felt empty without her presence. The betas, who used to be lively and engaging, had become more quiet and reserved since Irish left. They barely told me things or joked with me anymore. I considered bringing Irish back, knowing she always made Aria happy and that would please the betas.One morning, while having breakfast with Aaliya and my betas, Ari