The Lycan King's Gifted Luna

Kaya ends up in the hands of her father’s enemy by mistake, little did she know it would turn into the biggest blessing, or horror.

Raised with a sister that hates her, in a pack that was indifferent towards her, life hasn’t always been easy for her. And she ends up in the hands of the lycan king, and she finds out he’s her mate.

The lycan king has only two goals in life, keeping his son and pack safe. He wasn’t ready for a mate, after the betrayal of the last one. But the starry eyed girl looks at him like he is the best thing she has ever seen. He doesn’t want anything to do with her, but does he have the strong will to keep his hands to himself while she’s with him?

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Kaya

Her groans are still echoing in my mind. Even though it has been a month, the day he shouted those awful things to my face feels like it was only a few hours ago. The cut was still open, oozing blood and clogging everything up.

The betrayal stung in my eyes. That heartbreaking sight is something I find myself returning to again and again. On the couch, my sister and my boyfriend, well, ex-boyfriend, were having sex.

Serena's moan rang in my ears as Jackson pressed her down against him, grasping her waist and pushing her closer to his groin.

Her button-up shirt was hanging open, practically falling off her shoulders, and her huge breasts poked out through her bra, pushing against his bare chest. He put his lips to her neck and ran a hand through her hair, pushing it back and pinning her to him as they continued to rock their hips in mindless passion.

His free hand grabbed her ass through her jeans, she let out another gasp and their lips met once more.

Five years with him had disappeared without a trace. I think my love for him wasn't enough for the two of us because it had truly felt like he was the one. He understood me, listened to me, saw me. And like everything else, she had to take that too.

I would have likely forgotten that today was my birthday if it weren't for my calendar.

Not even my own father recalled, not that it surprised me. I could fall dead and neither of them will notice.

I was relieved that they didn't for some reason, since that would only give Serena more chances to say or do anything that would further incite me to despise myself and her.

For example, even though she didn't drink coffee, she requested me to bring two cups to the living room so I could witness her making out with Jackson. She was a witch, an evil witch.

My gaze settled on Jackson's wrist, where the bracelet I had crafted for him on our third anniversary remained attached to his hand around her waist. I felt like charging over