Rejected Luna: Untamed Desire Of The Lycan Alpha

Chapter : Determined to Sacrifice The Royal Blood of the Lycans

Chapter : Determined to Sacrifice The Royal Blood of the Lycans

"Quieten down." Killian snapped at the men behind him. His instincts flared as he realised that there was something amiss. He rose, releasing the man in his hands. He scanned the room.

Something...achoo... something has changed around the room... the air... It’s heavier... and denser... thick with rot and forgotten prayers, his beast sneezed loudly. His sneezes started to get louder and louder with each passing second, which was enough evidence to prove that there was something wrong—very wrong in this motherfucking place.

The beta laughed again. Even though he was slumped on the floor, his voice was loud and heavy. Killian dropped his gaze and looked at the beta whose skin was crawling like a thousand insects were seeking an escape from within his flesh. Around him, the others followed suit; spines bowed, jaws went slack, and eyes rolled around until they turned hauntingly white.

And then it began.

There was no shift. No one shifted into wolves. But a shift nonetheless. Not the beautiful crack of bones reshaping into fur and fangs. Instead, their flesh started to sag, and their skin peeled back like an old parchment. Their jaws dropped and they started to drool. Faces turned oddly grotesque between a wolf and a human. Ash-coloured veins spread under their skin like thunder, but a second later they started to glow. Like golden magma was flowing within their bones.

Their nails curved and twisted into talons resembling claws.

The smell hit them next—sour—like rotting flesh and blood as if they had been dead for ages.

clutched his pearls as he stared at the crowd in front of him. "Thank the Moon Goddess, you didn’t sleep with that woman, Finn, or else

nowhere to be found; in place of her place stood another woman. Dead and decayed. She no longer looked as beautiful as she did in the afternoon, and Finn raised his hand to wipe his

of these fools. Bracing himself, he stepped back. His pulse quickened, but his mind remained sharp as he looked at the people in front of him. They were not wolves, nor were they men. They were something hollow. A vessel of something. Or maybe traces of what

beta staggered to his feet, and his voice broke into a guttural shriek as he twisted his head at an inhumane

that was when the banquet hall

dodged the first attack. Their speed was unnaturally fast. They shouldn’t be this fast, and yet they were. They were like marionettes yanked by invisible strings. Their mouths were open in a silent scream as their talon-like claws slashed at

somehow managed to graze his back. The wound burned like wolfsbane dropped on an open wound. He could feel his

expected, there was something very wrong with

against his surface. As expected, this was a trap to get your blood.

of the royal blood... Killian’s form was bigger than other lycans. His fur was midnight black, with a subtle glow. Anyone who saw his lycan form would be scared out of their wits. For lycans were terrifying to begin with, and Killian, with his tall and sturdy form, was

Killian commanded his shifters as he threw his head back and

the left. Her claw arched toward his throat. And the giant lycan shifted to the right, and Killian caught her between his jaw and, with a deadly crunch, snapped the woman in half. And yet not a single drop of blood was spilt. Instead, her body shuddered and collapsed into a cloud of grey ash, leaving behind the faint echo of a scream. The lycan sneezed, sending the ash flying

Killian’s neck had been a heartbeat earlier. Killian’s beast pivoted, slammed into the creator and threw him right against the wall. His claws tore open the belly of the man. The skin tore open like he was cutting through paper. And yet

things cannot feel any pain,’ pointed out Finn as he snapped the spine of a