A Luna for the Lycan King novel Chapter 15

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There was so much food, I wasn’t able to try everything. It was a comfortable atmosphere with Darren and his officers. But after dinner, my mind wandered back to his parents and what they had said. My mother was from the Lycan Kingdom, and I still didn’t know why she left. I never knew we had the ability to ignore powerful auras. Though, looking back on it now, I realize that Alfred’s aura never even remotely fazed me.

My mother seemed relieved when I agreed to be Alfred’s mate. At the time, I thought it was because she wouldn’t have to suffer and would be able to pass peacefully. But now, I wondered if there was more to it. Did she think that, by being with Alfred, I would be hidden and safe? Why didn’t she explain anything to me when she knew she didn’t have much time left? That was the

biggest puzzle to me.

“Oh, you guys are all having dinner in here?” Cleo came into the room, batting her fake eyelashes.

“Actually, we’re finished.” Lyle didn’t bother to look up as he drank the contents in his cup down. I could tell he wasn’t a fan of Cleo’s, and I wondered what history was there.

“Darren, I was hoping we would have some time to chat.” She tossed her black hair behind her and flashed him a smile. I wasn’t blind. I could see the hunger in her eyes. She was practically drooling, looking at my mate. Wow, I had never had this possessive streak before. I could feel myself getting agitated

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with this woman and I didn’t even know her. Was I… jealous?

“I’ve found my mate. Why would I have time to talk?” Darren looked up at her blankly. “I plan to spend the rest of the evening with her alone, in my room-”

“She isn’t staying in the Luna room? Isn’t that protocol?” She blinked her eyes.

“I’m the king. I don’t have to follow that procedure. It’s only for those who are getting to know their future male. Well, I prefer to get to know her another way-”

“Your majesty, your parents are requesting an audience.” A servant walked in, lowering his head.

“Un–fucking–believable.” I could hear the snarl in his tone.

“It pertains to the Vampire Territory.”

I could see Darren’s posture change as a conflicted look reached his face. His forehead wrinkled up and he took in a slow breath.

“It’s okay, Darren. Lyle can show me to the room.” I smiled up at him. Honestly, if it had to do with the Vampire Territory, then. maybe that meant they had found Alfred or Ivy. He couldn’t neglect his duties just because I was here.

“Take her to my room and wait there with her until I return,” Darren growled.

“I want to get a shower.” I listened to Darren’s heavy breath as

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he stared at Lyle.

“You step into my bathroom, Lyle, and you’re dead.”

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“Got it, got it. Sheesh. I guess I’ll just wait to get cleaned up and go to sleep. No, no problem at all. Of course, you are most. welcome. I don’t mind in the slightest. You’re too kind, my lord.” Lyle said in a mocking tone as he rose to his feet.

“Lyle-” Darren said in a warning tone.

“I’ll keep her safe.”

Darren helped me to my feet and he immediately pulled me in his embrace. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see the daggers Cleo was shooting at me. I feel like she was going to be a problem. Well, another problem. I feel like being here was one giant problem.

“I won’t be long. Lyle will guard you until I get back.” He cupped my cheeks with his hands, kissing my lips. “Gods, you taste incredible.”

“That’s the pudding I just ate.” I giggled as his green eyes smiled

at me.

“No, it’s you, and I plan to taste more. Remember, I gave you something to think about. Have an answer before I return.” His voice grew husky as he kissed me once more, a bit more forcibly.

I could feel the start of the nagging pain deep inside again. Damn, Alfred and Ivy weren’t caught, because they were being

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intimate again. I made sure I held the pain in. I didn’t want to show even the slightest bit of discomfort. I didn’t want him to neglect his duties. I had dealt with this pain before, even if I didn’t know what it was. It would pass. I just needed to bear it.

Darren walked to the far side door while Lyle and I walked in the opposite direction. Every step was like being jabbed in the stomach with a red hot poker. Usually when I had these attacks, I would find a room to curl up in until it passed.

“Over here you’ll notice artwork from the baroque period, and across from it the renaissance,” Lyle said, trying to act like a tour guide. He flashed me a smile that quickly faded. “What’s wrong?”

I blinked at him trying to hide the pain. His eyes were wandering over my face. “Your jokes aren’t funny.” I let out a dry laugh but I could see I wasn’t fooling him.

“Are you okay? Should I call for Darren?”

“Don’t!” I snapped and then closed my eyes. “Please, just escort me to the room. Please.” I said again, opening my eyes to look directly into his.

He reached out and grabbed my arm, guiding me down another hall. There were guards positioned down the entire hall. They gave me a curious glance but they didn’t break their posture. Lyle pulled me all the way to the end before he finally opened. up a door. We stepped inside, and as soon as he shut the door, I leaned back against the wall, sliding down it.

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“It’s okay. It will pass soon,” I whimpered, wrapping my arms around my knees.

“Let me get Darren-”

“I’ll be okay. I used to deal with this all the time. I’ll manage,” I squeaked, feeling his hand land on my perspired forehead.

“I understand that, but if I don’t tell him, he will take his anger out on me. I know you’ve been dealing with this for a while, but it still can be dangerous.”

“He has work to do.”

“Work can wait.”

“It won’t last long.” I buried my head in my lap, taking int long, deep breaths. I recalled how often I felt this pain daily. Alfred would sneak time with Ivy several times every day, and sometimes even at night. I never put it together… why didn’t I? It wasn’t like I was naive. But I never felt that possessive streak with Alfred. I guess I never cared enough about where he was to be concerned. And with my miscarriage, it just made sense to feel this pain.

The door suddenly slammed open, and tingling arms were wrapped around me.

“Lyle, I said not to tell him,” I groaned as a wave of pain hit me.

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