The Lycan King’s Stolen Luna: Faking Amnesia to Revenge My Alpha Chapter 11

The Lycan King’s Stolen Luna: Faking Amnesia to Revenge My Alpha Chapter 11

It was a searing, suffocating kiss.

Ryan’s hands locked around my waist like iron.

“Elena,” he growled against my mouth, his voice dark and demanding. “I am going to fuck you now. Understand?”

I let out a low, breathless whimper in agreement.

I could feel his body instantly reacting, hardening against me. My hand slid down, shipping inside his briefs, my fingers wrapping around his thick, fully erect length.

He let out a ragged, strangled gasp, pressing himself deeper into my palm.

He was growing larger, straining against my grip, a frantic pulse throbbing against my skin.

Just like I’d imagined, Ryan completely ruined me.

“Ah… Ryan… right there… it feels so good… oh… deeper… hit me harder…”

His handsome face was flushed crimson, his chiseled chest covered in the messy, violent marks of

my nails.

When he finally came inside me, my vision went completely white, and I nearly blacked out from the sheer intensity.

Ryan was everything I wanted and more.

The first round had been a little rough, but his stamina was unreal, and his technique got sharper

every single time.

I had originally planned on a one-night stand, but after a month of playing the long game, one night felt like robbery.

He was like a starving beast. We didn’t leave the penthouse for three days and three nights, relying

entirely on takeout dropped at the door.

Ethan tried calling me multiple times.

But the second I heard his voice, I hung up. I ignored his texts, too.

“Elena…”

It was late afternoon on the fourth day. Ryan and I had finally stepped out to grab food at the nearby

plaza when Ethan blocked our path right outside the lobby.

Ethan tossed his cigarette, crushing it beneath his boot, and marched toward me.

Before he could get close, Ryan stepped in, a solid wall of muscle shielding me.

“Ryan, what the fuck is your problem?” Ethan spat.

Ryan leveled him with a freezing glare. “Elena is my mate now. Back off.”

“Your mate?”

Ethan looked ready to explode. He reeled back, swinging a fist toward Ryan’s face.

“Watch out!”

This time, Ryan was ready. His hand shot out, catching Ethan’s wrist mid-air with lethal precision.

He turned his head, his voice instantly softening as he looked at me.

“Go back inside, Elena. I’ll handle this. We’ll go out for dinner in a bit.”

I nodded, my eyes laced with worry. “Don’t get hurt.”

Ryan gave me a warm, fiercely protective smile. “I won’t.”

He tracked me with his eyes until the glass doors of the lobby closed behind me.

“Ryan, we’re brothers!” Ethan yelled, his voice cracking. “How the hell could you do this to me?”

Ryan turned back, his gaze cutting through Ethan like glass.

“Brothers? You think you’re on my level?”

Ethan choked on his words, his face freezing.

“If you hadn’t married a perfect Luna, let’s be honest-I wouldn’t have given your pathetic little

pack a second look.”

Ethan’s face went completely pale.

“Have you two been screwing around behind my back this whole time?”

“No.”

Ryan released his grip, pulled out a cigarette, and lit it. He narrowed his dark eyes, letting out a low,

raspy chuckle.

“We barely spoke a word to each other over the years. But now that I have her, I guess I owe Marcus

a thank you. His little idea worked out beautifully.”

As Ryan turned his back to walk away, he tossed one last cruel remark over his shoulder.

“She only forgot you.”

“And I’m never giving you the chance to make her remember.”