Hidden Luna Of the Lycan King

Chapter 4

Lenora's POV

His gaze on me was accusatory. Did he know I had a wolf? The grip of his fingers around my neck loosened, and it teased the sensitive part of my neck. Was he doing that on purpose? My eyes lingered on his lips, longer than it should have.

His eyes were magnetic. My breath was uneven, not because of fear, but because of how hot and aroused I was. I tried to push past it. I could not be attracted to this man. “Le- Lenora” I could not stop myself from stammering.

'Get yourself together' I cursed myself.

“I'm a cleaner,” I added, still unable to get this feeling off.

He pushed me back and held me firm on the wall with my neck. He rested his face on my neck, inhaling my scent. 'What was he doing?' I thought to myself.

My heart raced in my chest. My mind filled with anticipation. I could not stop my body from wanting more. His fingers had barely left my neck, but all the other parts of my body wanted him. I saw him as a monster. I should not feel this way, but the more I tried, the more I felt myself getting even more turned on.

“You are the one who lingered in my room for too long” his hot breath tinkled the skin of my neck, sending more electric waves of need between my legs.

I shut my eyes, my mind, and body telling me to lie, all for different reasons. If I lied to him, maybe I could be saved from being killed. As much as I did not fear most people in this pack, I did him. He could kill me. But my body wanted me to lie so we could remain in this position. He knew the truth. He felt the same way I did, so he would want to prolong it.

However, what if it were me? What if he felt nothing, and this was how he caught his prey? Lycan King Rhys always hated liars, and what if I ended up on that list and I died by his hands? I opened my mouth, followed by my eyes, but it spun before any words could leave my lips.

A completely new feeling washed over me, taking over the arousal I felt. He stood erect, his eyes locked on mine. I was frightened and panic washed over me because I knew that feeling. It was a feeling I was well aware of. I could feel my resolve weakening drastically.

I had kept Raven shut out for way too long than my body could carry. I could not stop this from happening, even if I wanted to. If I didn't leave soon, one or two things were going to happen. One, I'll faint, and I hated being weak before anyone. Two, I would transform before the Lycan King. The man who was never to know who I was in his pack.

Even without the magical energy emitting out of me to show who I was, I would stand before him in my wolf form. “I… I did. I apologize, Your Majesty” I tried to bow, but his hands were still around my neck. “I was still working when you came back. I deeply apologize”.

'Please let me go' I pleaded in my heart.

My mother's words echoed over and over again as the feeling in me increased. He slowly let go of my neck, his expression unreadable as he turned around and sat back down in his seat, dismissing me. I bowed and quickly bolted out of there.

Halfway through the journey to my room, I felt dizzy. I eventually got to my room and, just as I held the doorknob, I felt tingles all over my body. It only meant one thing. With my weak body, I could not hold it in for long. I rushed out of the pack house through the back door, into the forest. Fortunately, it was nighttime.

I ran as fast as my weak body could carry me. I was close to transforming, but I was not far away from the mansion just yet. A step forward, and I transformed on all fours with a howl that ran deep into the forest and the pack.

“It's good to be back,” Raven said, ecstatic to be out again and this time fully.

I barely transformed. I could not remember when last I did. I was always cautious to pull her out, so my body could rest, but there was not a single chance to do that here. Frankly, even though I loved keeping her at bay, this feeling was good being in my real skin.

I could feel the power surround me. I felt more alive and well. Raven was quickly healing up my injuries. I was sure, once I took on my human form, I would no longer have scars on my back. I felt stronger than I was. All I wanted to do was soak in this moment a little longer.

I hated being trapped like this. I hated I had to hide away from what they would do to me if they found out. A special wolf was always used and killed, and Mum wanted that to be prevented. A part of me wanted to run back to my pack and see what was going on and possibly save them, but I held myself back.

I was only but one. I might be strong, but an Alpha needed her pack to be even stronger. If I went alone, I could die. I needed more than the zeal to save my people. I needed an army, but what if they were all gone?

“You — you are the Layen wolf”

My joy of being in my skin was short-lived at those words.