All Chapters of LYCAN'S CHOICE; RUNAWAY LUNA: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

CHAPTER 1 (Freyja’s pov)The heavy scent of metal filled my nostrils, so heavy and familiar it forced me to stir up, rubbing my eyes open, I stared in confusion wondering where I am, having no recollection of where and what is happening. A heavy toad on the door followed by forceful entering. It happened so fast that I couldn't comprehend immediately.A man fitted in a guard attire, I watched him closely trying to figure out the emotions in his face, my head spinning at the same time making my vision blurry.“My lady!!!” I finally was able to hear him, his face filled with confusion, his eyes weren't resting on me even though I was the only one in the room. My brows arched in confusion. My eyes followed the direction of his gaze with a frown, my confusion slowly turned into horror at what I saw. My head disheveled in confusion followed by delayed panicking. My knees failed me as I stumbled back in fear at what I was seeing."Wha…" even my own words failed me as I raised my hand to m

Chapter 3 Blinking groggily, I found myself in the swaying embrace of a moving horse. The rhythmic jostling stirred me from sleep, and the creak of leather and the soft thud of hooves against the ground echoed in my ears. A surreal sensation of motion surrounded me as I gradually became aware of the saddle beneath me and the warmth of the horse's flank against my legs. The landscape rolled by in a blurry scenery, and as my senses adjusted, I realized I was part of a journey whose destination remained a mystery in the hazy dawn."Finally awake sleeping beauty," I heard behind me followed by laughter, panic set in as I immediately looked behind me. Have I been caught already? To my surprise none of the faces were familiar, and their distinct features gave away that they weren't wolves either. Have I finally arrived in the South? Are they Rogues? I looked around watching them laugh at me while I wondered which of them were Aisling's brother."So what is your name?" I was asked, for som

Chapter 5…“Isn't it a first? Slaves working directly with a royal is almost unspoken of,” Hana spoke. I hated the fact I had to listen to them and be unable to say a thing. I could only take my anger out on the fruit as my eyes wandered around catching the glimpse of a young slave girl sneaking some fruit into her worn-out rope. Upon meeting my eyes she seemed frightened, perhaps thinking I was about to tell on her. Quickly I averted my gaze pretending not to have noticed her as she quickly escaped.The robe pattern although different but still obvious it was that of a slave, no palace maiden has a similar pattern. “As long as we don't cross-part with his slave maids that would be good with us, we don't need to mix with them,” I heard Ellena speak, their conversation sparked an interest in me. Perhaps it's because it's about Prince Thorian, being curious about your captor is not something I knew I would one day have. Or perhaps there was another reason, the idea of becoming a pal

Chapter 7…… Riding beneath the vibrant sunset, I held onto Edna’s shirt not too tight for him to notice but enough to keep me balanced. The wind tousles through my hair as the rhythmic gallop of the horse beneath me echoes the pounding of my heart.Behind me was the lady who I still am yet to know her name. Just as I closed my eyes, inhaling sharply with anticipation for a long journey. The horse suddenly made a stop forcing me to open my eyes back up.“We are here!” Sir Edna’s voice was sharp, unlike his normal cheerful tone. I watched as the lady made a swift exit from the horseback as I struggled to get down holding onto the horse for support. Slowly my eyes traveled round, again the Architecture. I have grown to expect more to help me stay grounded and not marvel every time.“This is the East Palace, it was shut down years ago and reopened today,” She said as I looked around, there was no sight of the palace I knew about. The castle-like home in front of me was massive but not

Chapter 9….Days and nights have passed, and like the tales being told, it got worse, my whole body has gone sour even more worse than it was back at the slave Quarters. Almost like the castle never runs out of dirt to clean. I hear the mumbling of the workers, their backs arched on the floor as they clean, speaking in their native tongue which I strangely understand for some reason… From a good distance I could hear Edna approaching and right beside him, the prince. His face stoned as usual as he approached while Edna and Anakim followed him, I immediately dropped my rags as I strengthened my back waiting for him to approach fully. I lowered my head in greetings so did every other person. Not paying any attention to us he walked ahead, I followed behind immediately. Ten steps behind like instructed. For the past few days the prince has been out and thankfully with his knights as we cleaned every nook and Cranny. While at the slave Quarters no day passed without a story going round