The Lycan King’s Treasured Luna (Narine & Sargis) Book PDF Free

Sunlight spilled across the chamber, soft and golden, pooling around her. She sat quietly on the couch, cradling a bowl of popcorn. Her hair had grown longer now, just past her nape. She glanced up. Our eyes met for a heartbeat. Then she looked away. She’d been doing that a lot lately. Looking away. And…

His voice came quickly. I looked up to see him facing me, with both palms raised in surrender, as if I were a skittish deer. “You’re safe,” he whispered. I forced myself to take a breath. A deep one. Then another. The motion beneath my feet still made my stomach twist, it was like the…

I suddenly missed the comfort of the room. But we were already here. Too far forward. We were now standing in front of a massive door. Two guards stood beside it, kitted from shoulder to toe. They bowed low to Sargis without hesitation. And then they reached forward and pushed. The doors groaned open with…

But if she never spoke, if she never said a single word for the rest of her life… I would still hear her. I already did. In the way she moved. The way her silence said more than most people’s shouting. The way she didn’t flinch from me quite as often anymore. The court could…

I quickly looked away. I didn’t know why the sight of him relaxed and so unbothered, made something flutter and twist in my stomach. I drifted toward the other chair and paused. I sat down hesitantly. “You know, this has always been my favorite place to escape to. Even when I was a kid. Especially…

And so did I, mirroring her as worry bloomed in my gut. Did I say something wrong? Did I push her too far? She was retreating again from whatever memory had clawed its way back into her mind. I could see it. The walls she’d just begun to lower, rebuilding themselves, brick by brick. She…

They all bowed in silence, no one dared to speak, not when the rage rolling off me was so thick it made the air feel like iron. I didn’t say a word or break stride. Just ascended the grand staircase two at a time and came to a stop in front of the elevator. I…

Narine’s voice haunted me. “Please, please, please, Joe, don’t do this…” No. Joe’s pain wasn’t enough yet. I shot him a final, contemptuous glance and strode toward the interrogation room. The metal door loomed at the end of the corridor tall, thick, and smeared with rust and old blood that would never come off. It…

Everything in me…froze. “…What did you just say?” My voice didn’t sound like mine. It was stripped of all humanity. He didn’t reply. He didn’t need to. Because I saw it, the truth etched in the horror on Joe’s face, and in the stench of guilt that clung to his skin like rot. JOE. A…

The only monster in that room had been him. My fists clenched under the spray, and my claws bit into my palms. “A three-eyed wolf…” I muttered. If that was true, then my queen was something unique… sacred. I hope she will let me meet that side of her one day, I thought wistfully. She…