All Chapters of The Luna’s Deadly Game: Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

Lyra's POV“You want me to give you my wife for the Luna games competition?”I glanced at myself using the mirror that hung right above the sink to my right, wondering when I could finally take a break and sit down. Looking down at my feet, I could feel the scorching gaze of the visitor, whose face I had not mustered the courage to look at.“My legs hurt,”I groaned under my breath wondering where this meeting was headed.My limbs were sore from the scrubbing and washing I had stayed all night doing all because the wolf king, the visitor who was seated, was coming to our pack. I could still hear Edmund's voice, “Make sure everywhere is spotless,” he would instruct and then proceed to litter the place with the dirt underneath his shoes. The dining was set and different meals were placed on it.We never cooked that much food, and if we ever did? I was to make sure not a single piece of food was wasted else, I would be wasted by Edmund.Reaching out across the table to take the salt bottl

Edmund's POV“You are seriously taking a maid for the Luna game competition?” Darius, my beta’s voice rang out. He tended to be a bit too loud and it pissed it off at certain occasions— certain occasions like this one.“Can you at least keep your voice down?” I sneered, growing impatient from waiting for Lyra and that scheming Edmund. I wondered what the hell was keeping them and what exactly he was doing to Lyra. I felt my blood boil at the thought of him bullying her again. The wound on her neck was certainly not a bruise, I could tell it wasn't and the look in her eyes. The look of someone who lives in fear and constant agitation.“Come on now, Edmund. Has it gotten to that? Did you not see anyone else?” He probed, shoving me playfully in the sides. I was pretty sure that I was putting on an expression that clearly said do not talk to me, but either he was too blind to see or plain out dumb to not read my body language.“She is not just a maid, Darius,” I explained, voicing out t

Lyra's POV“I'm naked,” my voice came out in a whimper as the blanket loosens from my chest, “and the wolf king is staring at every wound I have tried so hard to cover all my life,” I add, talking more to myself. I look down at the space between my feet. I was bare but the way he looked at me made me feel like she could see more than my scarred skin. I struggled with the blanket that had gathered around my feet. Picking the blanket seemed more difficult than standing there and allowing him to look through me. The room was suddenly stuffy, more like someone had drained out all the air, leaving me in here, without any source of oxygen. The walls were closing in on me. I managed to bend, and pick it up, hurriedly wrapping it around my chest once more. His eyes were still on me and this made me hot all over. They didn't have the look of disdain and disgust on them, it was more like an intrigued expression. More like concern.I could not tell the last time someone looked at me with conc

Chapter 7Lyra's POV“I'm watching you,” she mouthed right before I left the room, and I felt cold, spider-like fingers crawl up my spine. I followed behind the guard, my eyes darting to every corner of the hallway. I didn't have the opportunity to check it out before but now, I just realised how spacious the hallway was, with doors on either side.The smell of fresh paint and flowers tickled my senses. I squinted at the odd paintings on the wall. I had seen them before. I shut my eyes, trying to recall, but there was nothing. I reached out to one of them.“Don’t touch that,” The guard barked, and I jumped backward. My heart threatened to break through my ribs. “I’m sorry. I just….” I looked around hoping no one else had seen me try to touch the painting.Where had my manners gone? I couldn't touch anything here. “This way,” he stretched his hand towards a passage. “I’m sorry,” I mouthed before moving in the direction he pointed. My feet glided across the smooth, cold marble floor

CHAPTER NINE.Raphael“I want to kiss her.” My wolf said within me. I shoved the thought away, staring back at her, “Good girl,” I smirked and I saw how wide her eyes grew. She bent over coughing violently. Her body trembled under the spasms.I quickly reached for my cup of water and held her back. “Here,” I lifted it to her lips. “Thank you,” She let the water run down her throat before realizing that I had my hand on the small of her back. She tried to jump away but I steeled my hand holding her in place. “Am I hurting you?” I bent my head looking into her face. “No,” She shook her head violently as if admitting that I was hurting her could cost her life. “No, Your Highness,” She sat still. I took my hands off her and folded them across my chest. She was still trembling. I covered the space between us and felt her grow still. She looked down at her fingers. I took her hands. They were cold. “Are you cold?” “I’m fine,” She made as if to pull her hand away but left it. She sai