All Chapters of The Lycan King's Redemption: His Slave Luna Queen: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Arianna’s POV: “You bitch! How dare you break the gift I gave to Marisa!” He yelled and grabbed me by my hair, causing me to scream.There was nothing Alpha Prince Kyan seemed to enjoy more than putting his dirty hands on me. I was honestly convinced his favorite pastime was to inflict pain on me and torture me—but I guess that was essentially what being a slave entailed. “Answer me!” he roared, kicking me, and my knees slacked against the cold stone floor.Prince Kyan’s fingers twisted deeper into my hair, pulling until I swore I could feel my scalp loosening like the lid of a too-tight jar.It was painful. My knees were on the floor for Kyan to lord over me—it was agony and humiliated. To Kyan, I wasn’t a person. I was something he could twist 9and turn in any direction, hurt, brand as his own, and destroy without a single consequence.The injustice burned hotter than the pain. But I couldn’t fight back. All I could do was kneel and bear it, swallowing my hate and pride with the

Arianna’s POV: The moment the Alpha King made the announcement, everyone was talking—no, whispering—about him. The Lycan King.Lycans were terrifying—and their King was the worst of the bunch. At least in our pack, most people say so.But also, right now, it seemed like my ticket out of this hellhole. If they were sending someone to him, and it was me, then I could figure out a way to escape.Just then, the Alpha King raised his hand for silence and the murmurs stopped instantly. “If I hear one more whisper,” he began with a face scrunched up in anger, “you won’t live to regret it.”A collective shiver passed through the room, and I swore all the slaves held their breath. I felt it too—fear settling in my gut like a stone—but then Kyan stepped forward.“Father,” he started, “If I may speak.”The Alpha King’s eyes narrowed, but he gave a curt nod. “You may.”And then it happened. Kyan grabbed my wrist so hard it felt like he was trying to break a bone. I flinched, a hiss of pain e

ARIANNA'S POV Your mother is aliveFor a moment, I couldn’t move. Couldn’t think. The words had hit me like a thunderbolt.My mother. Alive.No. That wasn’t possible. Was it?My fingers trembled as I flipped the note over, revealing more writing:The vial will treat your wounds from the silver whips.“Okay, don’t freak out, but also… freak out a little,” Aster chimed in. Her voice sounded more panicked than I’d ever heard it. “This is big. Like, life-shattering big.”I wanted to scream at her, but the shock had left me mute. My mother—her grave was real. I’d dug it myself. And yet, here I was, holding proof, or at least a whisper of it, that everything I thought I knew was a lie.Besides, why would Lilian help me?I put on the dress she gave me and shoved the note and vial into my dress pocket, hiding them just in time before the door swung open. Rough hands grabbed me, and I was shoved toward the carriage waiting outside.The ride was rough, the wheels rattling and jerking over eve

ARIANNA'S POVHis lips first ghosted over mine eyelids, lingering—and gods, his lips were as soft as a whisper. Then, they went down the bridge of my nose.My breath hitched. My entire body betrayed me, melting under his touch. A man I had just met. A Lycan King. And a foreign heat pooled in my stomach, spreading through my veins like wildfire.No.I clenched my fists, trying to fight it.But how could I, when his presence was suffocating? When his very scent—dark spice and cedarwood—wrapped around me, making my pulse stutter?I needed to move. To push him away. To resist.But his grip was firm. Unrelenting.And then, his lips claimed mine.A sharp jolt shot through me, something raw and terrifyingly powerful. I…I had never felt this feeling before…it was strange, foreign and I could hear my heartbeat pounded in my ears. His kiss wasn’t gentle—it was consuming, demanding, as if he was…was trying to carve his name into my soul.I gasped against his mouth, my body trembling, caught betw

ARIANNA’S POVI barely slept. Every time the wind howled, every time the floor creaked, my eyes snapped open. My heart pounded, my body tense, expecting him.The Lycan King.Would he return? Would he do more than just kiss me this time?I didn’t know. And the uncertainty gnawed at me.By the time the sun rose, I hadn't gotten a blink of rest. I sat up groggily, rubbing my arms for warmth—then— Knock. Knock.My breath hitched. I shot up so fast my vision blurred.Him?The door creaked open and I braced myself. But instead of him, a group of women entered. Maids. I sighed in relief inwardly, at least it wasn't him again.“For now.” Aster added.One of them, a dainty woman a bit older than the rest, stepped forward. “Good morning, Lady Clara,” she said smoothly. “His Majesty has sent us to prepare you.”My stomach twisted.Lady Clara?That name again, huh.A mistake. It had to be a mistake.“My name is Arianna,” I corrected, and the maids exchanged a glance. They didn’t care.The dainty