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Curse of a Lycan Luna XXVIII
The remainder of the drive back to Isaac’s house was silent. The tension was thick, and was completely sexually driven. I was frustrated and annoyed, for more reasons than one. When Isaac finally parked the truck in front of his house, I noticed my truck was already there. I was thankful for that, as it seemed like a vote of confidence. A sign that I was actually trusted. The child locks remained on, though, so I was stuck until he came around to open my door. He still didn’t grant me freedom, blocking me in. “You are trusted here,” Isaac insisted. “There’s more than you understand going on right now, and I can’t risk you leaving this pack.”I wanted to ask questions, but his expression warned me otherwise. For maybe the first time, I conceded, letting him win this argument. It was only when I lowered my head and slowly nodded that he picked me up around the waist and gently put me on the ground. Once inside, he still had a strong arm around me, as if he was ensuring I wouldn’t t
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I jerked away from Isaac, needing out of his head. I was all too familiar with the memories he showed me, and I didn’t need the additional pain of an alternative perspective. “H-how?” I choked. Isaac’s touch felt foreign, but oh so familiar. As if I had always known it. Hands drifted from cupping my cheeks, falling down to my shoulders. His shirt had slipped over my petite frame, leaving one shoulder bare, and one hand drifted over my shoulder blade, finding my birthmark there. He looked down on me with golden eyes. Golden eyes that if I thought hard enough, I had always known were there. Always hiding just outside my periphery, barely out of reach. But thinking hard enough to find them required I wade through too much pain to reach that safe place. “I’ve always known, Princess,” he whispered. “Your mother knew before you were born that your father had ill will, and she had me give you a staking mark as soon as she realized…” I nodded, gulping down air I so desperately needed.
Curse of a Lycan Luna XXX
I glanced up at Bram, not paying him much mind as I continued dissecting Isaac’s alarming lack of evidence against my father. “He had a long night. Still asleep when I left.” Ever a man of few words, Bram didn’t respond, instead just coming to sit in front of the large walnut toned desk that dwarfed me. I, however, felt large and in charge here. I could see why so many craved power if you could sit behind a desk like this and feel all high and mighty. He glanced over to see what I was reading, but his eyes also found what had previously caught my attention. “Question for a question?” he offered. It must have been important, because usually he just barked at me what answers he wanted, and I needed to remind him of our standing agreement. I nodded absently, motioning for him to continue. “Why did you do that yesterday?” I took a long drag of the cigarette before answering. “Boredom, mostly.” I didn’t know if Bram had caught me in a lie, or if he was simply learning more a
Curse of a Lycan Luna XXXI
Isaac POV Maise sat there like she owned the place. My desk dwarfed her, but the way she controlled the room without even trying made it seem like where she sat, dripping power, was exactly where she was meant to be. She even had one of my two right hand men doing her bidding. It was intoxicating, and I understood exactly how her particular flavor of dominance would scare anyone opposed to her into doing their best to remove her from the picture. But me? I wanted it all. It lured me in, like a magnetizing force drawing me closer to the light she didn’t know she shined with. Weaker men would try and douse it, bottle it, consume it, but I wanted to cultivate it. The world deserved to see it. She would drive me insane, if she hadn’t already. She didn’t look up at me until I leaned over the desk, looking down imposingly at her. The sly glint in her eye, though, told me she knew she was pushing my buttons. We had so many unspoken conversations. Ones we desperately needed to put w
Curse of a Lycan Luna XXXII
The intoxicating physical attraction between Isaac and I left my head spinning, forgetting about needing to remember wrong from right. He was a lycan. This was wrong. But, at some point, the moon had written that he was mine. This was right. It would hurt in the end, but I didn’t need experience to know I found pleasure in the pain. I couldn’t even tell you if Isaac was right that there was no bond between us. I had no experience with them, but I felt strongly that the way I craved him was so intense it had to be fate. This addiction had left the territory of want far behind and was now a need. If he was a drug, I was in desperate need of a shot of Narcan. Something happened when he kissed me last night, and it was much more than him proving he knew the side of me I always tried to forget. That truth unlocked something in me that was unhinged. The part that scared me was that I didn't even want to try and control it. Isaac was the one who claimed the responsibility of calmin
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“So,” I blanched. “Wanna go grab a late lunch?” “Sounds like a plan,” Isaac agreed. “Are we going to tell anyone?” “Hell no.” We stared at the new prophecy for a moment more before wordlessly turning away and walking out of the office. I had barely wrapped my head around what the old one predicted, but given the new one, I decided it was best to probably just forget about it. Isaac snagged my hand once we were out of the packhouse. I looked up at him, a bit shocked at the public display of affection. Sure, within his inner circle, he had no problem with keeping me on his lap or a chaste kiss, but in public we had always only been flirtatious at best. To be frank, I had never even had a boyfriend. My lifestyle and breeding - both pre and post banishment - didn’t exactly allow for one. It was an intriguing notion, what exactly Isaac would have done if he caught wind of other suitors. It almost made me wish I had pursued one. I knew quite well he hadn’t remained celebate in his ti
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The basement was more of a game room or lounge. There was a wet bar, pool table, and large TV, all accented by deep, rich tones and leather furniture. Just add a singing fish and it’d be a perfect man cave, if I had learned anything from binging streaming services. Bram had claimed a chair and had his body positioned away from where Isaac and I sat on the couch. Everything was tense and awkward, and had been for nearly half an hour. No one was talking, and I was growing bored. With an exasperated sigh, I stood up and headed toward the bar. It was well stocked, but with a manly collection of booze. It took a little bit of thinking, but I had a few pretty colored drinks made up eventually. I garnished them with tiny umbrellas because it’s impossible to be mad when you have a froo froo colored drink with an umbrella in it in your hand. Once they were handed out to two very confused lycans, I took mine over to the pool table and started racking up. “Hey Bram, I betcha ten dollars I c
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If it weren’t obvious enough, the pool game was abandoned. It was a nice idea to alleviate tensions and get Bram at least willing to talk, but it had served a much different purpose than I intended. Blair’s arrival saved the day, and also allowed me some much needed time away from all the testosterone. Locked away in the guest room I had laid claim to, Blair and I were curled up in the cozy sitting area while the boys were on the phone with Kaleb to devise a plan. The way the lycan pack ran was weird. Isaac was the king, obviously, but it varied enough from a normal werewolf pack setup that I couldn’t determine who was beta, gamma, et cetera. This place also didn’t seem to have a luna, which confused me just as much as it made sense. However, I think we could all agree the patriarchy needed to take a step back. Blair had snuck out to obtain snacks while I perused through more books she had brought up for me. When she crept back in with chips, salsa, and wine, I was reminded how
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