A Luna for the Lycan King

"Here's the room. The diaries are under the desk in the safe, and the keys are in the drawer." Cleo held the door open as we walked inside. She stayed there watching as I pulled the key out of the drawer. "I'll leave you to it. When you're finished, just lock the diaries back up. We don't allow them to leave this room. I won't hover, so take your time."

Lyle watched as she closed the door and then glanced back at me. "You buying this?"

"Not at all. I'm guessing she thinks what I read in these diaries is going to change my mind." I shrugged, bending down to unlock the box. "The thing is, that Darren isn't my Darren. It's almost like I'll be reading about someone with the same name, but it isn't him."

"That Darren isn't your Darren," Lyle said, and I turned to see his small smile. "My brother is a happier man now. His face now shows emotions that aren't anger. My brother one year ago is not the same man that you know. The moment you met him, everything began to change. Slowly, he is acting more normal. And when he's with you, it's like the curse isn't eyen there.”

I opened the safe and grabbed one of the books. I flipped it open, feeling Lyle come from behind me to read over my shoulder.

I'm frightened. I don't want to be his queen. I didn't realize how dangerous he was. The king's eyes are cold and unforgiving. I

try to avoid eye contact with him. I don't want to be near him. I hope he doesn't pick me.noveldrama

-Dara

He lifted a man up by his neck and held him there. The man was turning purple, and I knew the king was going to kill him. He noticed me and then growled, throwing the man to the floor. I'm terrified of becoming the queen. He will kill his queen, I know it. I want to go home. I'm going to cry myself to sleep tonight.

-Iris

I slept with Darren a couple of times ... I admit it. It didn't mean anything. I know it, and so does he. We both just wanted a release, and I was curious. I wanted to know what sex was like. I was surprised he was gentle with me. I know there is some good in him. But today, he killed two men because of their disobedience. His anger was out of control, and now they're dead. If I am his queen, will this be me? If he gets upset with me, he will kill me. I don't want this role anymore, but we are forbidden to quit. I have to play this out. Cleo wants to be his queen. Let her. I'm stepping back and avoiding him as much as possible. This is not the life / want for myself.

-Claudia

He loves me. He whispers my name. He desires me, and I give myself to him freely. I was his first and I will be his last. I know what he needs. I will be a great queen. Stand aside, ladies, and he will choose me. I know how to satisfy him. I have felt his

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demons on the days he was angry. He got his comfort from me. I hope he continues to comfort himself with me.

-Your future queen ... Cleo

I flipped through the pages, skimming through the contents. There were many similar entries. Each woman seemed to have something to say, though none of them were as vain and certain as Cleo. No wonder this was such a shock to her. She had convinced herself that she was the only one capable of being Darren's queen. She even had a few entries that went into detail of her intimacy with Darren. A cry for attention, if you ask me.

Is this what Cleo wanted me to see? That she had a history with Darren? I already knew about that. Darren and I discussed those things. I want his present and future. What happened in the past doesn't matter.

"So, you change your mind?" Lyle asked me. I laughed, shutting the book.

"Was this her big plan?" I shook my head and closed the safe. "I already knew about Darren's extreme temperamental outbursts. And I knew about him being intimate. Was she thinking I would admire her devotion and step down?" "Desperate much?" Lyle chuckled.

"I think that much is obvious. All of her actions have screamed it. I don't think it's so much about Darren as it is her desire for power."

"Bingo. That's why I hate the bitch. If I was suddenly crowned the king, she would be lifting her skirt up for me. She slept with my brother because she was hoping to capture him. She all but seduced him, and even that isn't off the table. I wouldn't put it past her slipping something to my brother. I despise her because she doesn't care about him, and I hated the idea of her becoming the queen. My brother isn't dumb. He knew what she was after. But he also could tell the other Waiting Ladies were afraid of him. Darren might have anger issues, but he isn't about forcing someone. He knew that Cleo wasn't afraid of him. That was why she was the only choice."

"I can't even imagine that amount of pain he has endured. He can't control his anger. He has done so many things that he regrets, that have left scars on his heart. I hope I can prevent more scars. I'm going to help him however I can. Even if I have I don't want him to have to stand between him and someone... that type of pain again."

"Don't, Issy. I don't want him to hurt you. If he hurts you, he will never recover."

"I will never be afraid of him. I'm also strong enough to hold my own in a fight. Besides, smacking him around is good foreplay." I winked as Lyle covered his ears with his fingers.

"Virgin man right here. I am not hearing this."

My eyes widened in shock. "You really haven't?!"

He looked at me through his fingers. "No, I haven't. Call me a romantic, but I want

to save myself for Mrs. Right. Fated or

Chosen, I just want to only have one partner."

"I think that's beautiful, Lyle." I smiled at him as I stepped next

to him.

"We don't talk about that ever, okay?"

I motioned a locking symbol over my lips. "Not a word." I looked back at the desk and shrugged. "I guess we're done in here. I don't need to read all those entries. I don't care."

"Well then-" Lyle exaggerated a bow holding out his hand. "Let's get back to your party."

I giggled, taking his hand in mine. We walked over to the door. The moment we touched the handle, the floor beneath us opened.

I was weightless, falling into the unknown darkness below. I reached out for something to grasp onto as I felt Lyle's strong arms wrap around me, pulling me close to his chest. Together, we slid down a slick and slimy stone chute, our bodies gliding effortlessly through the strange goo that coated its walls. With each passing moment, we descended deeper into the mysterious depths, the only sound echoing in our ears being the soft whoosh of our descent and the occasional splatter of the goo against our skin.

Finally, we reached solid ground. The room flickered with lit candles as we both stood up trying to get our bearings.

"So this was what the bitch was up to," I snorted, snapping my

head around, looking for a way out. On the far side of the wall, covered in a shadow of darkness, I saw several sets of eyes staring at us. "Lyle," I gasped as he whipped his head in my direction. He moved in front of me protectively as I braced myself for a fight. If that bitch was trying to kill me, she was going to have to try harder than this.

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