All Chapters of THEIR UNMATED WARRIOR LUNA : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Kaelen’s POV“A simple no would have sufficed,” Cassien said, hand around the spear that now found root in his chest.My heart raced in my chest, and my eyes widened at his bleeding chest. He pulled the blade out of his skin with no reaction, but my heart sank.More blood oozed out, soaking his shirt. I placed a hand over it trying to put pressure to stop the bleeding, panicked. “As much as I appreciate you being worried about me, I’m fine,” he said.“But you-”He pulled my hand away from his chest, and aside from the torn patch on the shirt and the blood, there was no sign of injury. I raised my eyes to his face and then back to his chest.No scratch. Not even a scar.“You heal fast,” I said, finally pulling away from him, taking a few steps back.“You are lucky or you would have been beheaded for killing the Alpha King,” he said.

Cassien’s POV“You’ll kill him,” Riven said beside me, hand on the backrest of the chair I sat on.Both our eyes went to the man who lay on a bench with a plank meeting his back with force under the pouring rain. His clothes were torn and soaked with blood and rain.His screams were loud and irritating to my ears. “Pretending doesn’t kill,” I said.Riven narrowed his eyes at George, bringing it back to me. “You think he’s faking it?” Asher joined us.“He’s bleeding all over. How could he fake that?” he added.He was indeed bleeding. The poodle around the bench was more of his blood than the rain. Yet, that wasn’t enough to convince me. That high pitch scream was not one of pain.“He can’t fake being in pain. He isn’t,” I said.I couldn’t see most of his face since he had it lowered, but I could tell he was more focused on something else.For the first few minutes he kept it all in and then he increased his screams. I had a feeling he wan

Kaelen's POV The wind blew cold, spreading goosebumps around my unprotected arms. I remained on the balcony, watching the moon slowly peak out.It's been a few hours since I last spoke with George. His eyes made my heart skip a beat but he quickly lowered his head, leaving me stunned for a moment.It took me a few minutes standing here to realize one thing —something, I don't know what —but something happened to him in the few days I was away.George has better control. I had put it off but he was taller than I remembered, more rigid and his eyes, even though soft, had something else dancing in them.And it didn't look pleasing.His scent was tainted with something I couldn't describe. Ash, blood, fire, all in one.“He isn't a monster,” I muttered to myself.“You don't sound sure.”I could have brushed it off as my inner thoughts but then I heard the cane. “

Kaelen’s POV“Lenal?”I turned stiff, eyes darting around, but I couldn’t spot him in the room. It couldn’t be him in my head, right? I asked myself, but the more I thought about it, the more I began doubting myself.I shook that thought away. It wasn’t important. “You’re making the wrong decision,” his voice came again, and it seemed as though it vibrated through me.Fortunately, I was sitting because the world spun. I gripped the chair tighter. I snapped my eyes open and found him behind Cassie. They noticed him, or I would have thought I was seeing things again.“Apologies for my late attendance,” he said with a smile, finding himself a seat in the corner.I wanted to ask what he was talking about earlier and how he even found his way into my head, but I didn’t have the time for that. I was going to handle this.“This is between us. I have been given the authority to negotiate the terms with you, so whatever may seem wrong to you, you can disclose to m

Cassien’s POV“I told you I hated that smell,” I said, stepping into the study.He turned around, and the stench wafted into my nostrils. I let out a low growl, eyes burning, but I restrained myself. Lenal had that stupid smirk on his face.I went to my stash of drinks, took out a glass and read the label. “Seems you are not strong enough to resist killing me,” he said, amused.One would think he wasn’t talking about his death from afar. I grabbed a glass, and for a brief moment all that could be heard in the room was the splatter of the wine meeting the glass.“You seem to enjoy testing my patience.” I paused pouring, raising my head briefly to him.He was so close to dying by my hands, and I knew for a fact he knew it. He raised his hand, took a seat, crossing his legs. He was dressed in those rags he loved to wear so much.It irked me every time I looked at him too hard, but his poise was like every other royal of the pack. However, this time he didn’t