All Chapters of A Luna for the Lycan King: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

I sank into the steaming bath, my skin prickling with the sudden heat as the water enveloped me like a liquid embrace. Darren and I had been wrapped in each other’s arms for hours. He drew the bath for us and carried me to the tub. I could tell there was something on his mind, but I was waiting for him to tell me. I could feel his emotions more now, and I knew at times he could feel mine as well. It was as if the connection between us was continuing to grow. I talked to him about us being twin flames and soulmates. He was intrigued by the idea, but in the end, he agreed with me. He didn’t need a name to call us. As long as we were together, that was all that mattered.The water rippled as Darren slipped into the tub behind me. His chest pressed against my back as his arms encircled me. His hands found their way to my swollen belly, slowly rubbing over the skin in circular motions.I felt the brush of his lips against my neck, feather-light at first, then more insistent as he traced a

Morning came all too soon, and it was now the dreaded moment of saying goodbye. Darren stood with me and Lyle on the castle walkway overlooking the kingdom. The morning sun shined on us, and I couldn’t help but feel resentful of its arrival.“Protect my queen, no matter what.” Darren placed his hand on Lyle’s shoulder. He hugged his brother as I watched from a few paces away.“I’ll protect her.” Lyle’s emotions trembled on the edge, visible and raw, the floodgate barely holding. His blue eyes shimmered, but he kept his chin high, refusing to let the tears spill. He looked like a warrior and a child all at once, caught in the web of his devotion. “You be careful out there, alright--?” His voice slipped, leaving the sentence unfinished, the silence full of too many possibilities. He held his brother tighter, his fingers gripping into the back of his shirt.Darren held him with a steady presence, an anchor in the storm of Lyle’s heart. “If anything happens to me ...” Darren’s words hung

The air smelled like hope. Like rain. Like I could make it through the day. The war felt far away, for the moment. Everything felt far away. The pain, the fear, the heaviness in my chest as I thought about Darren, about how much he had on his shoulders, about how little I could do to help him. I watched Lyle pick his way along the path, pausing every now and then to make sure I could keep up, plucking a flower and holding it out for me. He did it all with a grin, with a shrug, like it was nothing, like I was everything.“Here,” he said. “Since my brother’s slacking off, I’ll cover this, too.” The joke felt empty, though he tried to make it light. “Speaking of slackers,” he said, eyeing me, gauging my reaction, not wanting to push too far, not wanting to bring it all back when he was trying to help me forget. “How is Ren holding up?”I thought of Darren, how thin his voice sounded when I talked to him last night. How exhausted he must be. How brave he was, how strong, how lost without m

I wasn’t sure what I expected, but the look in Alfred’s eyes wasn’t it. His eyes were bloodshot and red, edged with puffy bags, as if he’d been crying for months. The sight forced me to remember the pain and loss I suffered on his behalf—the loss of my child because of his infidelity—yet the softening of his gaze toward me was inexplicable. Why did he look at me with such tenderness now? Memories of our past rushed through me like a storm, but his broken appearance contradicted the ruthless image I’d held onto. My thoughts raced, trying to make sense of the chaos inside me. Did he know what he had done to me? Did he feel regret? And yet, a darker voice whispered that this might be some sick game, another layer of betrayal that I hadn’t yet uncovered. But there he stood, an ex-mate, a potential enemy, reduced to a specter of his former self.Alfred took a few hesitant steps in my direction, his hand trembling with raw emotion. He was a ghost reaching out to me, a reminder of all that ha

DarrenThe moment the griffin touched down, I was off, the corridor blurring around me as I tore through it. Dayanara’s voice followed, muttering something about not getting herself lost and about being ready to zap any lycan fool enough to mess with her. I barely heard her. I didn’t care about anything but getting to Lyle and getting answers. I reached back for Dayanara’s hand without stopping, dragging her through the endless twists of the halls. My father waited outside Lyle’s room, pale as moonlight, stunned into silence as I careened toward him.“Did you look at the videos?” I asked, barely able to choke the words out.“Cloaked,” he said, eyes wide with shock. “Lyle and Allissa collapsed, then Allissa was lifted by ... nothing. Like a ghost.” The familiar fury began to boil, too hot to contain. Too hot to control.“Fuck!” The word shot out, almost louder than I intended. I knew how I must have looked—feral and unhinged—but I couldn’t stop. Not now. “We have to get her back,” I sai