Cassandra’s POV
I stood in the center of the arena, my chest rising and falling as the announcer’s voice boomed across the field.
“Luna Cassandra has won the final trial!”
The crowd erupted.
Jack was the loudest. “That’s our girl! Someone paint this moment—I want it framed!”
I huffed out a breath, turning just in time to see Elias staggering to his feet.
He wiped blood from his lip, eyeing me carefully.
Then, to my surprise, he smirked. “Well, damn.”
I raised a brow. “No snarky remark?”
Elias rolled his shoulders, grimacing slightly. “Would it kill you to let me have a moment?”
Jack, from the sidelines: “Yes.”
I snorted.
But then, Elias’s smirk faded. His green eyes flickered—just for a second—with something serious.
Then he nodded.
Just once.
And walked off.
I blinked.
That… wasn’t what I expected.
I didn’t have time to dwell on it because the crowd was still going insane.
The announcer lifted his hand again. “With that, the official games have come to an end!”
The cheering grew louder.
Then I felt him.
Alec.
Before I could even turn, he was already behind me.
I barely had a second to react before his arms wrapped around my waist—strong, warm, possessive.
His breath brushed my ear. “You looked good out there, sweetheart.”
I smirked. “I always do.”
His grip tightened. “Mmm.”
Then he leaned down, lips ghosting over my throat. “But don’t think I didn’t notice you tackling Elias again.”
I froze.
Oh.
Alec felt that.
The crowd was too loud to hear our conversation, but I could feel the heat rolling off him.
He was jealous.
I grinned. “Alec.”
“Mmm?”
I turned, facing him fully. “Are you pouting?”
He narrowed his eyes. “I don’t pout.”
I reached up, tracing my fingers along his jaw. “No?”
He caught my wrist, holding me firmly. “Sweetheart,” he murmured, voice low and dangerous, “if I were pouting, you’d know.”
A shiver ran down my spine.
I opened my mouth to respond—
“Luna Cassandra! King Alexander!”
I turned sharply as the announcer called us forward.
The official crowning moment.
Alec’s grip on my waist didn’t loosen. If anything, he held me closer.
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The Lycan Pack's Luna
FantastikCassandra Primrose had spent her life training for war, never for a mate bond. But when fate ties her to Alexander Knight, the ruthless Lycan King, she refuses to submit. Alec is powerful, feared, and completely unwilling to let her go. She is his m...
