Lahat ng Kabanata ng Sleeping Luna and the Lycan King: Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

Leonidas POVMy growls and roars echo through the hallways of the castle as I race toward the exit. I shout through the mind link for all available warriors to meet me in front of the castle. I don’t know how long Alfred has been on the run, and I want as many men looking for him as possible. I kick down the front door, sending it flying off the hinges. The heavy wooden door lands in front of my warriors who have gathered. None of them flinch. My lycan steps in front of them, and they all stand at attention. ‘Find Alfred,’ I snarl through the mind link. ‘If you kill him, bring me his head.’‘Yes, Alpha,’ they say together, but one is laughing.The laughing warrior is bold enough to step forward. “What has he done?” I can barely hold back my lycan. He wants to rip this man to pieces for questioning our authority. ‘He threatened your Queen,’ I snarl through the link so everyone can hear. The warrior scoffs loudly. “The Lycan Realm has no Queen.” Drool drips from my lycan’

Alora POVI expect Leonidas to turn into the closest bedroom and throw me onto the bed, but he doesn’t. His chest shakes as he laughs, but he continues through the castle. I huff loudly, not willing to hide my annoyance at his reluctance to take me into the nearest bedroom and ravage my body. I do my best to turn my body away from him, even though he has me pinned to his chest.“Don’t be mad, My Queen,” he chuckles. “I want this to be a night you will never forget.” “I thought you liked things sordid,” I joke.Leonidas pauses in the hallway. “Alora, let me treat you like my Queen.” His words melt my irritation away and I snuggle into his chest. In my hurry to be claimed by him, I have forgotten that I am giving him something I won’t be able to give anyone else. Before he continues to our rooms, he kisses me gently on the top of the head. He is so different from the man I first met. The walk to his bedroom feels like it takes hours. My heart is racing in my chest with e

Alora POVI sit in the bath until the water is cold. Even though I am shivering, I can’t bring myself to get out of the water. If I do, it will all become too real. Leonidas will be gone, and I don’t know when or if he will return. I can already feel his absence from the castle, and I don’t think it has been an hour. My heart aches without him here. What if I have to live lifetimes without him? It is a pain I don’t think I can bear. “Queen Alora,” Bruno yells through the door. “Are you okay? You have been in there for a while.” I wipe the tears from my cheeks. “I am fine. Why are you still here?” “It is complicated,” he stutters through the door. “I am not supposed to leave you unattended.” “That is ridiculous,” I laugh. Even in Leonidas’s absence, he is going to make sure I am well protected. “Ridiculous or not,” Bruno sighs. “We are bunk mates now.” “The fuck we are!” I hop from the bath and splash water all over the floor. As I reach for a towel, I slip on t

Leonidas POVBodies are clashing together, and the air is thick with the stench of blood. The battle has taken a desperate turn. Warriors have deserted from both sides. While it is frustrating, I can’t say I blame them. There doesn’t appear to be an end in sight. Lycan and Fae both have exceptional healing powers. Unless a deathly blow is struck, a warrior can be back on the battlefield within hours. It has made the war exhausting and never-ending. My warriors are tired. Hell, I am tired, but I am not prepared to surrender. There is too much at stake. My lycan has taken over, and I hate it. It feels like I am watching from the sidelines. I want to be the one ripping the heads off of Fae and draining their bodies of blood. But after hours of battle, I grew tired, and he took over.He is moving ahead of my lycan warriors, paving the way for them to come through. My lycan is killing everything in his path, leaving no room for error. I can’t chance leaving any of them aliv

Alora POVThe dress Ivy gave me fits as if it were made for me, but it doesn’t help me feel comfortable in it. I might as well be in my bra and panties because that is all it covers. Maybe if I had grown up in the Fae Realm, I would have been comfortable with this type of clothing, but I didn’t, and I don’t. Ivy places my hair over my shoulder, smoothing it down. “You should hide this.” “Why would I hide a mark put there by my mate?” I scoff. She presses her lips together in a thin line. “He is not your mate.” “He is,” I defend myself. “It has been centuries since a Fae was mated to a Lycan. It didn’t end well.” “Are you speaking of Morgan?” I ask. Ivy stiffens. “I shouldn’t be talking to you about this. Let’s get back to the party.” “Will my mother be there?” “No,” she hisses. “Stop asking questions.” I huff in frustration as Ivy quickly exits her room. Not wanting to remain alone, I chase after her. The stone pulses in warning against my skin. I am in