Soulful Luna: You Are My Broken Lycan Mate

The smile of the ‘Queen’ thickened as she heard people applauding and cheering behind her. She looked down at her captive while grazing her thin neck with a bloodied sword. 



“Always remember,” she gently cooed, leaning closer to the captive. “The crowd that applauded your coronation is the same crowd that is applauding for you to lose your head.”



A wry smile painted the face of the captive as she nodded, “People like a good show.”



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"They told me l'd find a powerful weapon here, capable of destroying the world or saving it. But they never told me it was you—Little Lycan.”



She smiled and crouched behind the injured Lycan, her long fingers tracing his injuries despite his loud growls of protests. 



“Don't worry, little one. So what if fate decided our demise? We can always shatter those chains and soar.”



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“O’ Moonlit Goddess, hear my plea,

If my fall is what you've longed to see, 

Or if my pain brought misery, 

I beg you now, please answer me. 

A second chance is all I ask to see.”



It was a desperate prayer—one that was answered by the deity herself. 



⟬O’ fragile child who seeks my grace,

Your pain is not my wish to place,

Beneath my glow, your heart set free, 

The chance you crave shall come to be.⟭