His Lost Lycan Luna (Jessica Hall)

Read His Lost Lycan Luna by Jessica Hall Chapter 13 – “Don’t. I am fine,” I tell him, drinking the last of my glass before grabbing the bottle. I hadn’t seen or heard a word of the rebels. They were primarily werewolves, not liking that Lycans still had control. There had been rumors that they were receiving help from human hunters over the years.

“Fourteen years, and they have come back, and so close to the anniversary too,” I tell him, swigging from the bottle, having given up on the glass. I could still remember the day I found her. She couldn’t even fight back. She couldn’t shift to protect herself and her unborn child. Her husband was d**d beside her; I never forgave myself for leaving that day. That morning, I had a bad feeling about that day, knew something was amiss. It was the fifth anniversary of Queen Tatiana and King Garret’s m****r. They died almost fourteen years ago. My sister’s ninth d***h anniversary was coming up.

Queen Tatiana and King Garret’s kingdom was the closest kingdom to ours. They were aware of the threats and watched the other bloodlines get taken down. They believed it was an inside job too. The King and Queen hadn’t left their castle or been seen in four years, keeping a low profile. The only correspondence was by mail until we got the call to say they were gone. The Rebels constantly attacked on significant days, but my sister insisted I go. That we no longer had to worry because nothing had happened in the five years since their deaths.

I ignored that stirring feeling in my stomach and left to visit a pack, and I would never forgive myself. I came back and found my sister d**d. One of our servants, a spy, waited for me to leave and plunged the silver dagger in their chests while they slept. I found them the following day when l returned, the servant turned rogue and vanished. She worked her way into the castle for five months prior until she was conveniently placed in my sister’s quarters.

“We will catch those responsible for your sister’s d***h,” Damian assures me. I nod. The liquor reduces my burning anger to a simmer as it burns through my system as I tried to forget the past; nothing good ever came of dragging the past to the present.

“Now, how is your mate?” Damian asks, changing the subject.

“We don’t know if she is?” I tell him, and he raises an eyebrow at me.

“Well, we don’t, not for sure anyway”

or me that she isn’t your mate? You have never shown interest in any woman, but her? I have seen how you look at her; I know she is your mate. I have seen the reaction you have to her. Almost like you

eyes at my

she?” He asks with a smirk on his

f**k. He was right. It is the only thing

you say she is not your mate, yet you have her sleeping

is. We don’t have any info on her. She is a common

change her anyway. But if she is, and I know she is, she is now in danger. The rebels are back, and if they find out, she

are you saying, spit

are to her, but the more time you spend with her, the stronger the bond will solidify to ensure she survives you changing her. It will also make you

yet even that feels too far

him, admitting what is right in front of me. Ivy is my mate. I just didn’t want to believe it, knowing she would become my weakness and the same knife hanging

out,