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Amara's POV
The moonlight slipped through the curtain gently woke me up. As I slowly opened my eyes, for a moment, I can’t move. Something warm and firm hold me—a muscular arm draped my waist gently. Faint rhythm of heartbeat against my back alongside with quiet exhaled tickles my neck. The scent of amber lingered in the air — warm and intoxicating, mingled with something darker and primal. Lucian, still sleeping, while holding me from behind.
The night still long, but it’s difficult to continue my sleep. Probably because its my first time for having slept with man. The unspeakable feeling and temptation still lingering, reminding me about the heat of the moment when Lucian carried me to the bed like I weighed nothing at all.
I spin, looking at his sleeping face. A calm and cute sleeping face for such a brute Lycan King. It took a few minutes for me to softly caress the king’s face, no scar found as far I see, just as he’d told me. I continue tracing his hot skin, the scar revealed itself across his chest—stretching down the firm lines of his abs and curving along his back and powerful waist. Such a deep and painful scar to see. I wonder what kind of beast he just faced in the past.
“It tickles, but I love the way you caress it, Amara.”
I opened my eyes widely, almost turn back entirely to hide my embarrassment painted all over in my face. But Lucian hold me firmly, my mind almost gone blank to see he’s so close to me.
“Are you afraid, my Luna?”
Lucian whispering, with a bit of curiosity and nervousness.
“A-afraid of what…?”
“The scar, sweet heart.”
“No.”
“Really?”
I touched the scar, traced the roughness of his scar on his chest, gently caressing it casually. I can feel his body shiver and his heartbeat faster for a brief moment. It seems to me I wasn’t merely touching over a healed wound, but the silent pain of the wars he survived and shattered a man from within.
“Are you afraid now, Amara? You must be disgusted seeing those scars.”
Lucian look at me intensely, waiting for my answer.
“No. I’m not thinking any of that. What makes you think I’m disgusted by it? It's just a scar.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, how much should I keep repeating that until you believe me?”
Lucian chuckles, “Probably hundreds… or thousands…it will be lovely to hear your sound all again and again…”
“What kind of beast you fight, Alpha Lucian…?”, I asked out of curiosity.
“Just call me Lucian. You’re my Luna. It’s alright for calling me by name.”
“O-oh…okay…emm…Lucian.”
“What do you want me to call you, my Luna? I want a unique name that you prefer, not a simply ‘Amara’.”Lucian continues.
“I don’t have any problem with Amara, Lucian.”
“Come on, Amara. I want a special nickname that only I can use. You already have a pet name with your ex, right? ”
I’m surprised how detailed Lucian can know my relationship with Damon. Well, I don’t know how to think of the alternative of ‘Ara’, a pet name that usually Damon used for calling me in the past. Besides, hearing Lucian call me with that name will tear open the old scars in my heart.
“Don’t give me ‘Ara’, I’m not your pathetic ex-mate.”, Lucian warns me immediately, just like I expected. Never expected he knew that far.
“I honestly don’t know, Alp-I mean, Lucian. Ara is the name Damon thought of and I just get along with it.”
“Then I will call you ‘Amy’.”
“‘Amy’…well, it's a cute and sweet name. I love it.”,
We face each other, smiled. My hand gradually tracing around his body that spoke of strength and eyes that could command an army to victory. But when I looked closer to his eyes, a quiet sadness, buried so deep within his heart.
“The scar ... .what its story, Lucian?”, I asked with a bit concerning tone.
Lucian smiled sheepishly, but his eyes expressing sorrow. It took time, like few minutes for Lucian to finally answer.
“Usual story, Amy. Fight with my enemies, kill all of them, then gain victory. Simple.”
A dry and flat response. It seems he don’t want to talk more deeply about his past. Whether it’s a dark or gloomy past, I feel I’m being left out. I’m his Luna, right? Why I can’t know his traumatic past? Is it wrong for me to support him as his Luna? I have gone far enough to become Luna at this position, even its being forced, and I just want to play my role and responsibility as far as I can do.
“Anyway, I want you to prepare for our journey to Shadow Moon palace. I want to introduce you to my pack. Bring your mother and she will be treated with the best Shaman we had in our palace.”
Lucian loosen up and arise from bed. His bare back turn toward me, muscles shifting slightly as he breasted. Such a sight make my breath hitch, then a sudden and quite realization —I had slept beside Lucian, skin to skin, with nothing separating us. The mere thought of it made my face flush hot. I clutching the blanket so close to my body, trying to shield what little modesty I had left.
“I send you my gamma to help you bring your mother to our car. I know it’s still night time, but it’s the best time to anticipate the enemies. Don’t worry, Amy. I’m the King Lycan. Only idiots who dare to face me and my Luna.”
Well, that's reassuring to heard, but does he really want to go right now?
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