I Am The Lycan’s Luna

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My eyes flew open, and I jolted awake. What…

The memory of what had happened before came back to my mind, and I felt my cheeks heat up.

Oh, my Goddess… Kyson had… He had touched me in a way no one had! And I had let him do all those things… I even begged him! Shame washed over me. What’s wrong with you, Aleena?! He’s an enemy! I felt like banging my head on the wall. Stupid Aleena!

And why did I get affected by heat? I have no wolf. I shouldn’t be able to be affected. Maybe they cast a spell on me or something? I should ask Witch Lily about it.

Looking around, I noticed I wasn’t in the dungeon or hospital. It was a huge room, even bigger than my room in Black Heart Pack. The soft color palette made me think that this room was designed to be occupied by a woman.

I turned around as I heard the creaking sound of the door being opened, and Witch Lily appeared. My opinion of her changed when she left me alone to be tortured. Maybe all witches were evil, just like Witch Rose.

“How are you feeling?” she asked with a gentle voice and a faint, soft smile on her lips, just like before.

Remembering what they did to me at the dungeon, I quickly checked myself. Surprisingly, I felt great, and I realized that the wounds on my body had been healed.

“Were you the one who healed me?” I asked even though I already knew the answer.

She didn’t answer but continued to smile at me.

“Thank you,” I thanked her politely, and an awkward silence ensued.

“I’m sorry I didn’t help you back then,” Witch Lily broke the silence with her gentle voice.

“Why didn’t you help? You could’ve read my memories and told the Alpha and Beta that I was telling the truth,” I said accusingly as my irritation at her rose again.

She sighed helplessly. “This is within your destiny.”

My destiny is to be tortured? What kind of sick joke is that?

“So, I need to stay here with the enemy of our kind? Why would the Moon Goddess do this to me? I’m just a useless she-wolf. I won’t be able to offer anything to the pack. Isn’t it enough that they thought I was a traitor? Now, you want me to be a real traitor?” I became more irritated as I thought about everything.

“You will find out about everything soon,” she said softly as if she wanted to assure me there was nothing wrong with my ‘destiny’.

“Can’t you just tell me?” I snapped at her. I hate talking to Witches with their ambiguous answers.

She let out another helpless sigh while maintaining that kind smile of hers. What a two-face Witch, just like Witch Rose.

I was about to ask her another question when I heard footsteps outside the room.

I turned my head and saw Alpha Kyson Night walking toward us with a… swagger? I rolled my eyes at the sight of him.

He stood in front of me, and I shot daggers at him. How I wished we could kill someone just by looking at them.

“Hello, little girl,” he said smoothly with a seductive smile as he placed two fingers under my chin to tilt my head back a little.

Who is he to call me a little girl?! “I’m not a little girl!” I snapped at him and turned my head sideways to avoid his alluring gaze and touch.

“I’ve been in this world way longer than you, little one,” he said, still with that slight seductive lilt in his voice.

Is he crazy or something? Did he change his attitude because he touched me before? And I blushed again at the memory of him helping me during my heat.

I snorted and looked at him. “Did you hit your head?”

His smile turned wider, and for a moment, I was lost in his smile until I saw the color of his eyes – gold. He’s not…

“I’m not that pompous ass, Kyson. I’m his wolf. Call me Night,” he said smoothly as he took my hand, raised it to his lips, and gave it a kiss.

“Ohh…” I blushed at his gentlemanly action. He was 180 degrees different than Kyson. If Kyson behaved like this all the time, I was sure more she-wolves would fall for him: perfect handsome face, tall, muscular body, and deep voice. Many would’ve found him difficult to refuse. What more if he behaved like this?

“You are different than him,” I pointed out shyly.

“I’m a gentle wolf while he’s an ass,” Night said with a wink, and I couldn’t help but laugh at his description.

“I like you better than him,” I said, still shyly. Night was like a mature gentleman, and it somehow turned me into a shy little schoolgirl.

“I am better than him,” Night replied confidently with another wink, and I laughed again.

“But you should know that he behaved like he was because of a reason. He’s been harboring a strong hatred toward Andre ever since he learned the truth about the war between Lycan and werewolves,” Night explained.

“But it was the Lycan’s fault. They shouldn’t have kidnapped and killed innocent new-born werewolves.” I defended the werewolves once again.

I saw his eyes turn black again as Kyson tried to take control of his body, and I scrambled away from him in fear.

He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, they had turned back to gold. I sighed in relief. I was afraid that Kyson would ask someone to torture me again.

“You wouldn’t feel that way soon,” Night said with a gentle smile as he sat next to me.

I ignored his words, which were similar to Witch Lily’s, knowing it would be useless to ask about it.

“But it wasn’t my fault. If he hates Andre, he shouldn’t point his anger toward me. I really know nothing about what’s going on between them. I was heartbroken when I was banished.” My heart fell at the thought again.

“Why don’t we see it from a different perspective?” Night asked calmly.

From a different perspective? “What do you mean?”

“You and Kyson have similar thoughts. You hate him because you hate Lycans, and he hates you because he hates Andre. You both hate each other for something the other didn’t do,” Night explained to me.

“Ohh…” Night made an excellent point. “But he didn’t believe me and tortured me.” I didn’t know why I felt dejected at the thought.

I want Kyson to be nice to me. I want him to love me… Huh?! Where did that thought come from? Why would I want someone I haven’t known for a long time to love me? I wasn’t even in love with him too! I shook my head to clear my thoughts.

“Give him time. He’ll give in soon,” Night patted my head affectionately as though I was really a small child.

A comfortable silence descended upon the room, and I noticed that Witch Lily was nowhere in sight again. I might as well; I didn’t want her to hear what I was about to say.

“You like me…” I said shyly.

“Yes, I like you,” he confirmed with a gentle smile.

“Thank you for protecting me from Kyson. I know you were the one who stopped him from tearing my limbs away.” I shuddered at the memory. I would’ve died if Night didn’t stop Kyson.

“He’s a dick who doesn’t know what’s good for him,” he said as he wrapped his arms around my tiny body, making me blush again.

“Night… Thank you for… umm… for helping me during my heat,” I thanked him as I pulled back from his embrace to look at him.

“I wish it were me, but alas, it was that ass Kyson who helped you,” he sighed.

It was Kyson? Why would he help me when he hates me?

“But rest assured that I’ll be the one helping you next time,” Night said as he reached out his hand, rubbed my lips with the pad of his thumb, and licked his own lips.

The way he rubbed my lips and licked his lips, the lustful look in his eyes, and that seductive lilt in his voice made me blush. He had successfully turned me into a shy and blushing teenager.

Next time? I opened my mouth to ask Night about it when suddenly he growled, “Enough!”

He suddenly pushed me backward, which startled me. I saw his eyes, and I knew it was Kyson who did it.

“You should be gentler like Night,” I scowled at him once I knew that Night would protect me from him.

He snorted. “Really? Who begged me last night to touch her and make her cum?”

I felt my cheeks heat up. “I was in heat!” I denied liking what he did, blaming it on the heat.

“Yeah, right,” he smirked.

“Can you change back to Night? I prefer him to you.” I looked sideways, not wanting to see him despite the way my heart was beating fast, looking at the way he smirked.

He let out a low growl and said, “You’ll stay here as an Omega. Your job is to clean all the rooms on the third floor and serve me.”

I nodded in compliance.

“Go clean up, have breakfast downstairs, and prepare to greet our guests,” he ordered and slammed the door on his way out.

What is wrong with him? Crazy Lycan…

I looked around the room and found a walk-in wardrobe full of female clothes in my size – from underwear, casual clothes, and formal dresses down to accessories, bags, and shoes.

Checking the bathroom, I found bathing essentials and even make-up. It must be Night who asked someone to prepare all these, not someone as cruel as Kyson.

Thinking of his order, I began cleaning myself and chose a lavender short dress to welcome the guests.