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Curse of a Lycan Luna XVIII
I was being rocked. Lulled gently. I wanted to let it sweep me back to sleep, but the sensation wasn’t what I was expecting upon waking me up, dragging me out of the depths of my peaceful slumber. The wolf had been there again, but it was only a presence, a sensation. No eyes, no form. Just a protector, letting me rest. I peeled my eyes open, no longer able to fight the curiosity in favor of sleep. I was in a car. A fancy car, with a cushioned headrest and heated seats and appropriate leg space. I looked out, seeing the unfamiliar snow covered scenery flashing by around me and realized it was a large car - an SUV or truck. I rolled my head to the left in an attempt to identify my captor. I wish I could say I was surprised it was the lycan. “Where are we going?” I mumbled. Isaac glanced over to me with a guarded expression. “The lycan pack,” he said cautiously. “You don’t remember? You agreed to come with me, help work on the case to free you.” I hummed, trying to remember l
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Warmth seeped into me, a stinging juxtaposition to the sharp cold that licked against my skin. I knew who was carrying me, and I cuddled into him for warmth. I cracked my eyes open, seeing an open sky with the moon and stars blinking down at me. “What time is it?” I mumbled, catching sight of trees as I craned my head around. Isaac’s arms tightened around me. “Almost midnight, Princess. We’ll be inside in a second.” I hummed, acknowledging that I heard him. I had questions for him, and I hoped he would stay awake long enough to answer them. Driving was exhausting, but I didn’t particularly care. If he was going to drag me to another country for something I had no memory of agreeing to, he was going to fight his exhaustion to explain it all to me. Just inside the door, he set me on my feet. I looked around cautiously. “This isn’t the castle I thought you lived in.” Isaac snickered at my comment. “We don’t have a castle here. It would stand out too much.” “But it’s not even big
Curse of a Lycan Luna XX
The house was silent when I finally emerged from the room Isaac had set me up in. I’d say I had just slept late, but I hadn’t slept at all. There were enough books to keep me occupied, and I had spent some time texting Leah to assure her I was fine, and would just be out of town for work for a bit. Buffy things, I claimed. Isaac had gotten up a while ago. I pretended I was asleep when my door creaked open and he checked on me, as if something would have happened overnight. Truthfully, it was a bit creepy. Or should have been, at least. When the activity quieted and the front door clicked shut, I made my way down the stairs and to the living area. After last night, I wasn’t mentally prepared to talk to the lycan just yet. I was just confused up here, and I needed some time to myself to actually organize my thoughts. You’d think I’d have enough time to do something like that when I was up all night, but the ability to think straight had just started to return. Maybe the fact that
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I was just beginning to get chilly when Isaac came to a stop just inside of the treeline. He turned to look at me, a playful smirk dancing on his face. He didn’t take his golden eyes off of me as he shrugged out of his clothes, and took his time folding them and placing them on a log. Ever the princess that I was, though, I maintained eye contact, never letting my eyes wander, and did not let my stoney expression waver. I was a werewolf. I had seen dicks before. However, I had no interest in seeing his dick. Mostly because I wanted to do things I had only read about to it. This was not ideal. Far from it, actually. I had minimal control of my wolf at the best of times, and this sexual tension between us could very well ruin any resolve I had, especially as the wild continued to pour through my veins when I was back in my human skin after letting her out for a while. He shifted, skin and bipedal limbs melting away into fur and four legs. He was huge. I knew that from my dreams. I
Curse of a Lycan Luna XXII
Isaac POV Dead bond, my ass. Maise’s body sang under my touch, nearly bringing me to the point of finishing before we had even thought of starting. The sweetness of her skin juxtaposed all the spice of her personality. This was a sacred place to me, and one I wasn’t completely surprised her wolf chose to lead us to. This was the place I had come for peace and quiet, to howl at the moon when nothing else would provide clarity, and right then I decided it would be the place I’d lay claim to every single piece of her body and soul. But not today. This was my princess. I’d worship her first, take my time examining every piece of her - inside and out. I was immortal and the eclipse wasn’t for another couple months yet; we had time. Time I would be maximizing. Her virginal innocence drove me mad, leaving me wanting to dominate every part of her. I wondered if she’d had a boy between her legs with this on his mind before. I had no restraint over my body, thrusting my hips agai
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This had to end. I was catching feelings, and that could only be bad news. Sure, Isaac didn’t seem at all opposed to entertaining those feelings, but he would live forever and I would die - sooner rather than later. I was too attached to do something temporary, and he was too immortal to make some sort of commitment for the duration of my life. Mates or not, pretending we had a bond that could turn into something was foolish. Maybe it would be better if I just snuck away now, before things reached the point of no return. I had a sinking feeling we were already there, though. Bram was drilling me with questions, but I was hardly paying attention to them. None of them seemed exceptionally important, so I didn’t understand the point. His next question, though, was enough to pull me out of my wallowing. “Maise, what are you thinking about?” I huffed in exasperation. “Life.” He cocked an eyebrow. “Lie.” Well, that was a first. He hadn’t claimed anything was a lie yet. Granted, I
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Isaac worked in his office until it was dark, and I sat with him in a comfortable silence. I desperately wanted to read his notebook on prophecy predictions, but he wouldn’t hand it over, instead suggesting I read up on lycan history, or something like that. “Why aren’t all these books common amongst werewolves?” I asked, after an hour or so of silence. “I mean, werewolves know hardly anything about lycans, other than they exist and they technically rule over us.” Isaac looked up at me, hazel eyes showing just how exhausted he was. “The mystery is one of the things that keeps us in so much power, even when we are very hands off. All species of shifters derive from lycans, so werewolves aren’t the only ones that have been kept in the dark.” “What?” I laughed. “There’s no way. I mean, werewolves and lycans are at least both wolves. How would a werebear or werefox derive from a lycan?” Isaac gave me a very pointed look. “Use your imagination, Princess. Werewolves exist because of t
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The next two days passed in a blur, and if it was any indication of what my life would be like here, I was going to get bored very quickly. Bram spent a large portion of the days with me, trying to get answers out of me. Most of his questions pertained to information about the royal pack, which I was cautious to give answers to. Even if I did not like the Alpha King, they were still my people. I wanted to ensure they were safe. Until I knew how or why they were going to remove my father from the throne, pack secrets were safe with me. Sometime after lunch, I would be escorted to Isaac’s office over at the packhouse. My leash was getting longer, though, and the Lycan King was allowing me to explore within the building unsupervised. It was in this way that I overheard rumors. Rumors that ignited that spark that had me targeting my first victim as a rogue. If I could plan it right, it would be a welcome outlet for my boredom, and satisfy my innate need to protect that I had always b
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