The Lunar Queen (Lyric and Mason) novel Chapter 109

Chapter 109

“Princess, call Hunter and let him know so they can prepare and let him know we are sending warriors,” I say to her.

While she makes that call, I turn to the guys.

“Any conversation is had over link if we are not in here. Let Elias and Xavier know what is going on,” I say.

“Up the patrols. Switch the rotation and the routes. Make sure there are no blind spots. Nobody in or out of the palace that isn’t an

omega or someone who lives here,” I say.

“Whoever the traitor is, we can’t afford for them to know anything. The patrols should never be the same. It changes every day-we work in shorter shifts,” I say, tightening every possible weakness.

“Go do that. We will talk more tomorrow. Dom, the Alphas first,” I say.

“Yes, Alpha,” he says as he and Caleb walk out.

I hold Lyric close in my arms, her warmth seeping into me like a balm, easing the edge of the storm inside me just enough to breathe. I carry her gently to the couch, easing her down onto the soft cushions before locking the door.

Returning, I settle back and draw her into my lap, her body fitting perfectly against mine.

“Talk to me, princess,” I murmur, brushing a strand of hair from her face.

“Your emotions are giving me a headache,” I add softly, the bond humming with everything she’s trying to hold in.

She sighs, her eyes meeting mine. “I just feel so uneasy, Cole. Everything is happening so fast, and I haven’t even had the chance to breathe. We haven’t even had a chance to introduce me to the pack-it’s been problem after problem. We barely had time together.”

I shift her gently, grounding her, anchoring her, reminding her she’s not alone in this.

“Please, my king,” she whispers. “I just need to feel you close.”

“Anything you need, my queen,” I reply, my tone husky with devotion, lifting her effortlessly. I tug my shorts down, freeing my cock, then raise the hem of her dress, my hand sliding across her core. She’s soaking wet, her arousal coating my fingers, and it sends a

rush of heat through me.

I position her over me, guiding her down slowly onto my cock, inch by inch, savoring the way she envelops me. I grunt in pleasure, the tight warmth of her pussy gripping me perfectly. “Hm, princess, I missed this,” I breathe, as she starts moving her hips, grinding in slow, sensual circles that make me hiss with delight.

My hands grip her ass, pulling her deeper into my thrusts, our bodies moving in a gentle rhythm within her wetness. “Oh, Cole, just like that,” she sighs, bouncing on my cock with quick, eager movements, her breath hitching.

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Chapter 109

Her tits bounce enticingly in my face, and I capture one, sucking her nipple into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the

hardened peak. “Oh yes, my king, I love you so much,” she gasps, her voice trembling with emotion.

I grip her hips tighter, feeling her walls clamp around me, that telltale flutter signaling her rising pleasure. My thumb finds her bud,

rubbing small, deliberate circles as I pick up my pace, thrusting steadily to match her.

She places her hands on my shoulders, anchoring herself, her nails lightly pressing into my skin. “Let go for me, Lyric,” I grow!

softly, the command wrapped in affection.

Her walls grip my cock fiercely, and then her orgasm shatters through her, her body shuddering in my arms as waves of release pulse around me. I grab her hips with both hands, thrusting up to meet her grinding, and with a low groan, I burst inside her, ropes

of my seed filling her deeply.

She collapses onto my chest, her head resting against my heartbeat, and we sit like that, wrapped in each other.

“I love you so much, Cole,” she whispers.

“I love you too, my queen,” I reply, pressing a kiss to her forehead, my hand splaying protectively over her belly. “And our pups.”

For a moment, the world stills around the two of us, like the chaos outside doesn’t exist, like nothing can touch us here.

Then-

A frantic knock at the door.

“I’m sorry to bother you, Alpha, but there is something you need to hear-it was dropped at the gates,” a guard says on the other

side of the door.

Lyric looks concerned, her body going tense instantly, like she already knows this isn’t good.

She climbs off me and fixes her dress. I pull my shorts up and open the door.

The guard hands me a tape recorder.

I press play.

“Cole. I hope you are starting to take my threats seriously. Bring me your queen in two weeks where the unclaimed territory and neutral territory meet… or the next pack will burn. All their blood is on your hands, my king. Tick tock, cousin.”

The silence that follows isn’t empty-it’s heavy, suffocating, pressing in from every side as the meaning of his words settles in, because this isn’t a threat anymore, it’s a countdown, and for the first time since this started, it feels like we’re not ahead of him…

we’re reacting to him.

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