All Chapters of The Mad Lycan King's Wrong Luna: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

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31. I don’t belong to you

The silence in the room was deafening. I could feel my pulse thundering in my throat. I looked at Ryan, silently glaring at him to leave us alone. Why was he even stalling? Ryan finally relented, though his expression was one of pure venom. He grabbed Roxanne's arm. "Come on, Roxy. His Majesty wants us out of his way."They brushed past Cassian. As Ryan passed him, I saw their shoulders nearly collide. The jerk didn't forget to glance at me, a subtle smirk playing on his lips, and a look that said, "This isn't over." The room cleared. Joel and Estelle vanished into the hallway, sensing the danger. Randy pulled the heavy doors shut, leaving me alone with the storm. Cassian didn't move. He just stood there, breathing heavily, his eyes boring into mine as if he were trying to strip the skin from my bones to see what was underneath."You didn't pick up," he said, his voice full of rage."I... I was busy. I didn't see the phone," I said, my voice trembling.He moved then, so fast I

32. You're mine

Cassian was standing too close now. Way too close.His gaze didn’t leave my face. Not even for a second. The air between us was thick, heavy and suffocating, like an invisible noose had just snapped tight around us. My back pressed harder against the cold marble wall, but there was nowhere left to run. He reached up slowly, his movements deliberate. His thumb brushed my cheek first—warm, calloused, sending sparks racing across my skin. Then his fingers found the frame of my glasses. My breath hitched. He slid them off with agonising slowness. The world blurred at the edges, but he remained painfully clear—sharp jaw, stormy blue eyes, and that dangerous hunger simmering beneath the surface. Cassian stared at the glasses in his hand for a brief moment, as if they were some kind of evidence, then looked back at me. His eyes had darkened further. “You shouldn’t say things like that,” he murmured, voice low and rough.My pulse stuttered.“Men like me… we don’t hear innocence in words

33. That was the problem

Yvette's POV I fled to my room on shaky legs, stormed into the bathroom and splashed cold water on my face. "Ugh, Yvette, what is wrong with you?" I muttered under my breath. This wasn't the time to be getting affected by Cassian. I needed to get my head straight. I needed to be clear-headed, especially with Ryan hovering around having leverage on my head. I walked back and plopped myself on the bed. Now that I had lost the perfect opportunity to find the diary, I needed to come up with another plan. I needed something to gain leverage over Ryan. The silver lining was that I still have a few days left before the meeting. I must find a way out. One mistake and I lose everything. I might even put the Quinns in danger.That's why I couldn't keep facing Cassian with my head in the clouds and my emotions all over the place. I must kill all these feelings growing within me.But how do I stop something that keeps growing each single second? I can't help the attraction I feel toward

34. Don't touch me

I looked away from Ryan and walked with Roxanne. There was no way Ryan would do something to me in Roxanne's presence. Besides, Estelle and Joel know we stepped out together. I convinced myself and tried to relax. The moment we stepped inside, everything hit me at once. Lights. Sound. Bodies moving too close, too fast.The air was thick—perfume, alcohol, heat. I stiffened… This felt wrong... All of it. And then it got worse."Isabelle!"I turned and saw Stella and Dominic. Two more cousins from the celebratory dinner. The obnoxious siblings. They were smiling and laughing; apparently, they were already present. Which meant they were waiting for us. My chest tightened."You didn't tell me they were coming," I said under my breath. Roxanne blinked innocently. "Ryan thought it'd be more fun this way." Of course… Ryan… And, obviously, this was his idea of fun: catching me off guard. I shot him a glare and gave him a look that said 'fuck you'. The jerk smirked, probably enjoying

35. Do I look like him?

Author's POV Something inside Cassian snapped the moment she whispered his name.“Cassian… please.”Her voice was barely audible, fragile and desperate, but it struck something deep and primal inside him. He had heard women beg before — for mercy, for pleasure, for survival. Every shade of desperation and submission. But this… this was different.This was instinct.And he hated how much he liked it.His gaze dropped to her trembling fingers clutching his shirt. Her grip was weak and unsteady, like he was the only thing keeping her from collapsing. For a man who had spent his life feeling nothing, the sight sent a dark, unfamiliar surge through his veins.His jaw tightened.Without another word, he slid one arm beneath her knees and the other around her back, lifting her into his arms in one smooth, powerful motion.She didn’t fight him.Instead, she melted against his chest, soft and burning hot, her uneven breath fanning across his neck. Her body moulded to his like it belonged ther

36. Who is Nathan?

Author's POV"Take a good look at me." Cassian’s voice was low and dangerous, laced with barely leashed fury as he gripped her chin firmly, two fingers pressing into her feverish skin. He forced her dazed eyes to meet his. "Do I look like him?" Isabelle had been floating in that hazy, drug-induced dream where the man holding her made her feel safe. He was gentle. Like the only person who had ever protected her—Nathan. In her fractured subconscious, no one else had ever held her like this. Until now. However, Cassian's forceful grip shattered the illusion. Her lashes fluttered wildly as she tried to focus on the face hovering above her. Confusion clouded her glassy eyes, her pupils blown wide. “Cassian…?” The name slipped out slow and uncertain, barely a whisper, like she was testing whether he was real or another hallucination. His eyes darkened to something almost black. “You remember my name now,” he said, his voice deceptively calm. “Good.” He leaned closer, his breath h

37. Maybe

"Who is Nathan?" My heart stopped. For a second, I forgot how to breathe. How did Cassian find out about Nathan? "I… don't know what you're talking about," I said, acting dumb. His eyes darkened. "Think carefully before you lie to me." My throat tightened. Damn it. Did I talk about Nathan when I was out of it? "I didn't—" "You did." He leaned forward slightly, his presence pressing into me without even touching me. "You called his name," he continued, his voice quieter now. "You held onto me like I was him." My chest felt tight. Shit. I forced a small frown. "You're imagining things."That was my first mistake—a very big one. "I don't know any Nathan." That was the second mistake, because the next second, Cassian moved. His movement was fast. One hand wrapped around my ankle, dragging me down the bed slightly until I was closer to him. A soft gasp escaped me.He placed his hands beside my head, his large body hovering above mine. "Do I look like I imagine things?"

38. Get out

Yvette's POVThe bathroom mirror was still fogged when I stepped out, water droplets trailing down my skin.For a moment, everything felt quiet. Too quiet.I reached for my phone on the bedside table. But it wasn't there.I didn't even remember where I dropped it. I clearly remembered taking it with me before I left the table yesterday. I frowned and checked under the pillows. Then the other side. Then the floor."Where is it…" I muttered, irritation creeping in. Could it be with Ryan? Cassian? My memories felt like a blur. My chest tightened slightly.No. Don't overthink. I stepped out of the room and almost ran straight into Randy.He stopped immediately, like he had been standing there longer than necessary."Randy… erm, have you seen my phone?" I asked, trying to sound casual.He hesitated.Just for a second.But I caught it."Yes, Miss. It's with the Alpha."My heart dropped.Cassian?Why did he have my phone?A wave of panic surged through me before I forced myself to breath

39. The storm itself

Can you sleep with me? S–sleep with him? In the presence of the doctor and Randy?I lowered my gaze, my cheeks burning hot.Why was he making it sound ambiguous when we had company? "Leave us," Cassian said. "My king, I still need to keep you under observation; we can't—" "I know my body better. Leave."The doctor looked hesitant, but seeing Cassian's death glare, he nodded and turned away, with Randy already taking the lead. It was left with the both of us in the vast room. "Come here," he said, making space for me. This time, I didn't resist. "Um…okay," I murmured and climbed into the bed. Cassian pulled me closer to him, his hand wrapping possessively around my waist. My heart thumped at our proximity, and the atmosphere felt tense. For a moment, we just lay there as the silence stretched… our bodies pressed against each other with only our clothes separating us. "Did I scare you?" "Are you okay now?"Cassian and I spoke at the same time, as we both turned to face each

40. Who is she?

The air shifted.Cassian's gaze dropped to my lips again, darker this time, like something inside him had finally snapped loose.Before I could react, his mouth found mine again.There was no gentleness, no hesitation. It was raw. Urgent. As if he had been holding back for far too long.My breath caught as his hands slid under my silk pyjama shirt, his hands tracing my bare skin. He didn't rush, but there was nothing restrained about it either. Every movement carried weight. Possession. Something dangerously close to hunger.His warmth, his closeness, the way he touched me like I was something he had already claimed…It was all overwhelming. Too much.Too fast. Reality crashed in like ice water. Nathan's bloodied chest flashed behind my eyelids. Ryan's deliberate smirk at the club. The endless web of lies I was weaving to survive. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't let this happen. I tore my face away, breaking the kiss with a shaky gasp. My lips felt swollen, tingling from the bru

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