His Luna is Mine - My Lycan Queen

Chapter 1

KATALEYA

It’s never going to end, is it?

“What is?” Tritan, her husband, peered through slits at her, narrowing his eyes. His dirty blonde hair sat a mess on his head, falling between his forest green eyes.

Kataleya pressed her lips in a line. She had not meant to say that aloud.

She turned her face away. She can no longer bear to see his face.

“Look at me.” He commanded. His voice, no matter how loud and demanding he pretended to be, did nothing to faze her. But she also did not want to spend the next few days in that filthy room in isolation and darkness. She had no choice but to look up into his eyes.

“I am your Alpha. You, you are nothing to me.” Tritan snarled.

Kataleya stared back at him. Not a single trace of emotion could be found on her porcelain face. This made Tritan secretly angry.

Why?

Why can’t she cry and break down to show him how miserable she was?

In the three years they have been together, Tritan always wondered why the woman did not once shed a single tear. It baffled him, but that didn’t stop him from making her life worse.

He broke her, so many times, that she had nothing left. In his eyes, she had become the cold, heartless daughter of the beta whom he had killed for daring to go against his desire to marry Kataleya.

She was the most beautiful woman in the pack. Sought for by all men, and one who made every other woman envious of her beauty.

Tritan managed to gain her trust, and not long after, her heart. But all that ended when he ordered her father’s death.

Now, she had nothing left.

She faced Tritan with the same emotionless mask, although she was disgusted as he pulled himself out of her tight sheath.

Last night, he had barged into her makeshift room unannounced while Kataleya was resting after a long day of chores. She needed to rest if she did not want to screw up the big event happening tomorrow. But alas, Tritan entered without her permission, yet he didn’t need to. Apparently, being the Alpha of Solemn Harbor Pack meant he can do whatever he pleases, and as her husband, he believed he had every right to claim her body whenever he wants.

Trapped against the wall and Tritan’s imposing body, Kataleya felt small. Weak.

“You are my wife. Now I expect you to fulfill your duty as such or no food will come to you in the next three days.” He growled into her ear, and he seemed to enjoy the dilemma in her eyes as she resisted his touch. Her skin crawled terribly while she weighed her options.

“Make that seven, since you are making me wait long enough.” He snapped.

It disgusted her that she actually had to choose between s*x and what she had to eat for the week. A shiver ran up her spine, remembering the last time she had gone without food or water for a whole week. She almost died.

It was hell. Yet, who was she to refuse? She was nothing. Not even worthy of the title Luna despite being Alpha Tritan’s legal wife.

He clicked his tongue in annoyance. Is she damn mute? Has she lost her damn voice that she does not even utter a word?

When Kataleya still refuses to say anything and remained completely motionless on the bed, Tritan prepared to head out. He did not bother to please her with the same pleasure he reached from pummeling her body in and out. He did not care for her and he made that crystal clear. He stopped on his way to the door and glanced back at her face.

“By the way, today, we will be having a feast.” Kataleya’s ears perked up at the information. As far as she can remember, there were no other events upcoming this week. So what was this all about?

She had to know. After all, it was her responsibility to organize the decorations and even prepare the food in every occasion.

A cruel smile plastered on Tritan’s lips.

“Diane is pregnant.” He declared.

Alpha Tritan waited to look at the shock or sorrow to cross her beautiful features. Then again, Kataleya just looked at him. Her face held the same emotionless mask she wore in front of him.

Is she f*****g serious?

“Did you hear me, mutt?” Tritan barked, turning his body to her.

Kataleya heard him loud and clear. She just truly felt nothing about it. What did he want her to say? Congratulations?

Instead, she nodded. Her eyes void of emotion and this angered him even more.

In a flash, Tritan was in front of her, squeezing her throat so tightly, she saw stars.

“If anything goes wrong tonight, you will pay for it dearly,” he snarled, venom dripping from every word as he breathed into her neck.

She smiled. The sight taking her husband aback for a good moment. Her hair was disheveled, yet it did not even compromise the beauty of her face, nor her smile that was one of the reasons Tritan truly desired her. Apart from her gorgeous body, he had never seen anyone smile like that.

Tritan snarled, shoving her back she bobbed on the mattress yet even that she managed to land gracefully on her hands. Tritan stiffened, watching her delicate frame and contemplating on f*****g her a second time, harder than the last.

He was tempted to. His c**k twitched when she lifts her face, then he meets her cold, oceanic blue eyes. He wanted to thaw that ice in her so badly.

But, there would be important guests coming tonight. The Lycan King will be arriving and everything needs to be perfect.

He withdrew from the bed and turned away from her, buttoning up his shirt.

“Remember not to show your face at the party. I don’t want the Lycan King setting eyes on you even for a second.” He grumbled.

Kataleya did not understand him, but then again, she never did understand how his mind worked.

She nodded her head, lowering her gaze to the blood-stained mattress. She suppressed a sigh.

“In case of appearances, I need you prepared. You are still luna. You hold the title. I will only call you when needed.” With that, Tritan slammed the door and left.

She got up and scooped her clothes up from the floor. She cannot stay here any longer.