Cursed Lycan And His Luna

Wild Night

The celebration started the next day. Every wolf was seated in the grand hall where a group of Omegas was dancing. But Lycan's eyes stopped on one — a girl so beautiful, so ethereal, she looked nothing short of an angel.

She was trying to hide behind the other dancers, clearly uncomfortable with the stares. So delicate. So stunning. And it didn’t go unnoticed — every Alpha in the hall was lusting after her, their eyes devouring her like prey.

Her discomfort made Lycan’s jaw tighten. It irritated him more than he wanted to admit. And then—her eyes met his.

She froze. Her eyes widened just for a second.

And Lycan stood up abruptly. Without a word, he leaned toward his best friend, whispered something in his ear, and walked out of the hall.

Everyone stared, stunned by his sudden exit.

But within seconds, the other Alphas were back to licking their lips, still entranced by the beauty who had just captured all their attention.

Soon after, a Beta stepped in, stopped the dance politely, and respectfully escorted the group of Omegas outside.

They were led to the main receiving area, where Susan — the Luna — greeted them with gifts and payment.

All of them began leaving… all except one.

The girl Lycan had stared at — the shy little Omega — stood frozen in place, too stunned to move.

“Luna?” Susan called gently.

No response.

“Luna?” she tried again, stepping forward.

Finally, the girl blinked out of her daze.

“Yes, Luna?” Susan asked softly.

“Oh... nothing. I’m okay. Where do I have to go?” Luna asked, avoiding her gaze.

Susan sighed deeply. “Are you sure you want to do this? Think again. We can still find a way. Let me help you…”

“But you can’t help me forever, Susan!” Luna snapped, her voice cracking. “I have to do this on my own. My brother is sick. I need to get him the best doctors, the best treatment... and this is the only way.”

Susan's heart ached.

They had been best friends long before Susan became the head Alpha’s mate. And even now, they still were.

But some decisions couldn’t be stopped — no matter how painful.

Without another word, Susan looked at Luna, who now appeared pale and fragile, and signaled a Beta.

“Take her to him.”

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Luna stood in front of the heavy wooden door, her hand trembling on the brass handle.

She knew what was waiting on the other side.

She clutched her dress tightly, took a deep breath, and opened it.

There he was.

The Alpha. The same man who had stared at her like she was his last breath. He stood tall and still, watching her enter like he had been waiting for her all along.

Her legs almost gave out.

But then something unexpected happened.

He walked toward her.

And instead of grabbing her or ordering her around, he took her hand softly. His touch was warm and... gentle?

He led her to the bed, sat her down carefully, and handed her a glass of water.

Luna blinked, confused.

This wasn’t what she’d expected. Alphas didn’t behave like this.

Especially not a True Blood.

Especially not him.

“What’s your name, pretty Omega?” he asked, his voice soft but firm.

Luna looked up at him. And in that moment, something in her heart cracked open.

She felt… safe.

“My name is Luna, Alpha,” she whispered.

And for a moment, Lycan forgot to breathe.

That voice. So sweet. So warm. It melted something inside him. Something cold. Something that had been frozen for years.

He gently took her wrist, lifted her onto his lap, and whispered, “Are you comfortable?”

She nodded, almost too shy to speak.

Without waiting, Lycan leaned down and buried his face in her neck. The scent of her skin hit him like a drug. He couldn’t hold back. His lips found her neck, and he sucked hard, moaning against her skin as she gasped.

The sound of her moan snapped whatever thin control he had left.

With a growl, he threw her back onto the bed, climbed over her, and tore her dress apart like paper.

His hands ran all over her soft skin, mapping every inch like he owned it. She squirmed under him, breathless, her moans growing louder as his mouth latched onto her breast.

He sucked like a desperate pup, hungry, wild, lost in the taste of her.

Luna wasn't in her senses anymore. She's lost in pleasure. She never let anyone touch her but the way this alpha was marking all over her body, she trembled against him and Lycan pushed his hard length into the small hole of Luna, making her cry in utmost pain.

she felt her body ripping apart into two. Lycan was pounding roughly, anable to hold himself as he poured his every bit of energy.

Luna's moans we're making him unbelievablely hard and he pushed his c**k so hard that Luna felt it in her stomach, visibly shaking with the pleasure that shoot through her body as Lycan hit her prostate.

"Ahh, a-alpha....yes there! oh my moon goodness!...Feels so good, alpha!!"

And with each word she pulled Lycan closure and for the first time in his life Lycan kissed someone.

He moved inside her slowly at first, long, deep thrusts that had her gasping and clinging to his shoulders. But it didn’t take long for the pace to change. The softness turned into wild, raw, desperate. Every thrust hit deeper. Harder. Like he was chasing something inside her.

And maybe he was.

Because with every second he spent buried inside her warmth, Lycan’s chest began to ache — not with lust. But with something far more dangerous.

Hope.

“Look at me, Omega” he growled.

Her eyes fluttered open, tears still clinging to the edges.

“You feel that?” he whispered, grinding deeper into her. “That pull?”

She nodded shakily, her lips trembling. “I… I don’t understand it…”

Neither did he. But it was there. Undeniable.

His rhythm faltered for a second, and he cursed under his breath, gripping her hips tighter.

“Say my name again,” he demanded.

“Lycan,” she whispered, breathless.

And he lost it.

His movements became erratic, wild. He slammed into her again and again, her body taking him, welcoming him, molding around him like they were made for each other.

Her nails scratched down his back. Her legs wrapped tighter around his waist. And when she came again, she screamed his name like it was the only word she remembered.

And then—

He followed.

A roar tore from his throat as he emptied inside her, collapsing on top of her, his breath ragged, his body trembling.

For the first time in years… he came.

And for the first time in his life… he didn’t feel hollow after.

He didn’t pull away. Didn’t speak. Just stayed there — forehead resting against hers, both of them panting in silence.

It was only when he finally rolled off and pulled her into his arms that he noticed something.

The room was… glowing.

The moonlight pouring in from the window had shifted. It was brighter. Warmer. And it was touching only them.

He blinked.

No. That wasn’t just moonlight.

That was the bond.

The ancient, sacred bond he had long stopped believing in.

His throat tightened.

But when he looked down at her, she was already asleep. Curled up against his chest, her hand resting right over his heart.

So soft. So peaceful.And for a moment… he couldn’t breathe. She wasn’t like the others.

But fate… fate was cruel.

Because when morning came, she was gone!!