Luna Lucky

17

With mischief in his voice, Will spoke first. “Alright, my Lucky mate, we need to see how you move with your new wardrobe.”

His eyes flickered, and for a split second, I saw them change to a bloody red hue. The sight sent a chill down my spine, and I froze in place. Noticing my reaction, he added in a low, threatening tone, “Except your undergarments. No one but I will see fit that you have appropriate clothing.”

The word “undergarments” confused me, but before I could ask, Weston spoke up, his tone calm and explanatory.

“Judging by your expression, Your Majesty, and the scent of your fear,” he began, “I’d like to clarify. The King referred to your underwear as ‘undergarments.’ It’s an older term, but they mean the same thing. And,” he added with a smirk, “I wouldn’t dare argue with him on this subject. Not even the Princesses would be allowed to see you in them.”

Hearing Weston’s explanation, I felt my nerves settle, though Will’s earlier tone still lingered in my mind. Will seemed to notice, his expression softening as he cleared his throat and spoke with a hint of shame.

“Lucky, I’m sorry for that outburst. It’s my Lycan side acting out—its possessive nature. I don’t ever want anyone to see what belongs to me. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

His apology eased the lingering tension, and I managed a small smile. “It’s alright, Will. I don’t belong to anyone else but you. Even when I left, I left with Lily, a woman who took me in out of nowhere. I never looked at another man the way I look at you. No one else has ever captured my heart like you did.”

My words made him stand abruptly, pulling me into a tight embrace. His warmth erased every last trace of fear. In his arms, I felt safe and grounded again.

But as I held him, something caught my eye. Weston stood nearby, his expression oddly tense. There was something in his eyes that looked like… fear. Concerned, I directed my question to him, making Will glance over as well.

“Is everything alright, Prince Weston? You seem to be afraid of something.”

Weston let out a heavy sigh, his gaze shifting between us. Finally, he spoke, his tone firm but laced with an underlying unease.

“You’re my brother’s weakness and strength, but you’re also human. And that’s a very frightening revelation, Your Majesty. Have you considered… turning into a werewolf?”

His question caught me off guard. I hadn’t even thought about what it would mean to live in Will’s world—or what I might need to change. There had been so much happening that I hadn’t even considered the possibility.

Before Will could respond, I asked, “I didn’t know I could be turned. But… aren’t you both Lycans? What’s the difference between a Lycan and a werewolf?”

Weston didn’t answer. Instead, Will did, his voice firm and serious.

“A Lycan is born, not turned. It’s why there are only two alive—Weston and me. Lycans can breed with werewolves, but the offspring will always be Lycans. However,” he added darkly, “humans can’t survive giving birth to a Lycan pup.”

His words hit me like a ton of bricks. My eyes snapped to Will, who was now visibly angry. I knew he was about to lash out, so I spoke quickly, pleading with him.

“Thank you for explaining, Will. And thank you, Prince Weston, for your honesty. Please, Will—don’t hurt him. He didn’t mean anything cruel by it. These are things I need to know if I’m going to continue with my choice to become Queen.”

Will groaned in frustration but quickly calmed himself. “I’m lucky to have a mate who can guide these conversations with courtesy, dignity, and respect for us both. You’ll make a wonderful Queen.” His voice softened as he added, “This is a personal subject, and I think we should leave it here—at least until our date.”

I smiled at his words, nodding in agreement. He kissed my forehead gently before walking over to sit with Weston. Once seated, he turned to me with a grin.

“Alright, Lucky,” Will said, gesturing to me. “Twirl and walk to us. We’ll rate how it looks on you—if you’ll grace us with your presence this fine evening.”

A laugh escaped me as I indulged their request, walking to them with an exaggerated twirl. Weston held up a marker-written “7” on his board, while Will proudly held up “100.” His over-the-top enthusiasm made me burst into laughter.

Finally, I stepped back into the changing room for the last dress: a white, elegant fishtail gown with floral embroidery. It was breathtaking, something I could never have imagined wearing before.

As I walked out in it, Will immediately stood, his eyes wide with amazement. His reaction made my heart race as he stared at me like I was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

As Will stood admiring me in the dress, Weston cleared his throat. The sound broke the moment, and I noticed Will’s expression shift from awe to mild annoyance. However, he didn’t act on it, instead remaining composed as we both turned our attention to Weston.

“I’ve just received word,” Weston began, his tone formal, “that we are needed at the hearing with the humans, brother. We must be on our way. My apologies for interrupting this moment, but I can go ahead and be there first while you escort our Queen to her estate for now.”

Will’s demeanor brightened instantly, and he replied happily, “Perfect. I’ll see you there, brother. And thank you.”

Weston nodded with a small smile, turning his attention to me. “Your Majesty,” he said with a bow, “I’ll take my leave for now. Until next time.”

As Weston left, I turned to head back to the changing room, intending to get out of the elaborate dress. But before I could take more than a step, Will gently stopped me, his hand catching mine. His voice lowered, taking on a slightly more sensual tone that caught me completely off guard.

“I want to take you to your palace,” he said, his words slow and deliberate. “It’s within this castle, but it’s an entire floor reserved just for the Queen.”

I blinked at him in surprise, but he wasn’t finished. His mismatched eyes held mine, and the heat in his gaze made my heart race.

“And once we’re there,” he continued, his tone dipping even further, “I want you to show me what you’ll be wearing—if that’s alright with you. Because, sadly for me, I won’t be sleeping with you like we used to.”

His words made my cheeks flush, and I opened my mouth to respond, but he quickly added with a faint smirk, “I have to reserve myself until we’re wed, Lucky.”

“Until we are wed?” I repeated, the words swirling in my mind. Did he mean until we were officially back together? His phrasing confused me, and it was so unlike Will to speak in riddles. He was always deliberate and clear in how he talked to me. Now, his words felt strange, almost foreign.

“Will,” I asked, tilting my head slightly, “why are you using words I can barely understand? Is this also something that comes with being King?”

My question seemed to catch him off guard. He pressed his lips into a thin line, his eyes briefly flickering away from mine as if searching for the right way to respond.