His Lost Lycan Luna (Jessica Hall) novel Chapter 3

Read His Lost Lycan Luna by Jessica Hall Chapter 3 – The passenger door opens and the driver’s side door; two men hop out. They were dressed well, clean, and looked picture-perfect. But neither looked what l would expect so-called royalty to look like. Mrs. Daley rushes out in a flurry, whizzing past us before stopping.

She looked over the two men as they approached the small brick fence surrounding the place. “You must be,” She stops trying to figure out who they are.

“I thought the Lycan king was coming today?” She asks, looking slightly upset. Abbie nods towards them, and I shrug, looking them over.

“He couldn’t make it; he sent us instead,” says the man who hopped out of the driver’s seat. He was tall, dressed in a suit, and had blonde hair that shaped his face. He had high cheekbones and sharp solid features and was built solid, making me wonder if he was Lycan as well.

Lycans are different; they remained upright when they shifted and were more powerful, faster, and could turn someone into a Lycan; werewolves couldn’t change people and weren’t anywhere near their caliber. We were practically dogs compared to them, which is why Lycans rule over all of us. Werewolves like myself were half-human; Lycans are purebloods.

Lycans were also immortal, which is funny because there weren’t many left. The wind shifted, and I got a whiff of something, it smelt strong, and I felt my insides warm at the smell as I took in a deep breath. My mouth watered before I shook my head, wondering what came over me as my senses tried to focus on it, wanting me to find the source of it. Looking back at the men, I find the other man staring at me, an undecipherable expression on his face before he looks me up and down.

He was attention-commanding, he was able to draw attention without even trying, he was intimidating to look at, and his suit did nothing to hide the bulk of muscle pressed tightly beneath it. He had high cheekbones, a strong jaw, a five o’clock shadow, and dark, almost black hair. His silver eyes glow back at me when he c***s his head to the side, watching me. Abbie grabs my arm, tugging my attention away from him.

“We should go,” She whispers, and I nod to her when another car pulls up, both men looking at her. We walk out the small gate when the man with silver sparkling eyes grips my arm tugging me back, his hand is warm against my arm, my skin tingling under his touch.

“Rogue?” He says; his voice is smooth like velvet making me shiver with its depth. He looks at Mrs. Daley. He lets my arm go before looking at Abbie, and we both duck our heads in submission. I hear him growl before realizing the intoxicating scent I could smell earlier was emitting from him.