The Secret Heirs of the Lycan King (by Misha K) novel Chapter 61

**When Midnight Winds Carry Secrets Toward Worlds Yet Unknown**

**Chapter 61**

**Tasha**

As soon as I set foot on the territory of the Silver-Mane Pack, an exhilarating rush surged through me. This was my moment, the perfect opportunity to establish my dominance. I had orchestrated my arrival with precision, timing it to coincide with the ten days leading up to Samhain, just as I had envisioned. The very first thing I did was announce to the pack that Scott Moore, the Lycan King, would be marrying me on the next full moon. The impact of my declaration rippled through the members of the pack like a sudden gust of wind, leaving them in a mix of awe and fear. Those who had harbored doubts were quickly silenced by the Elders, who reinforced my claim.

The atmosphere shifted dramatically after my proclamation. The pack members began to bow their heads in deference, their fear evident in their eyes as they prioritized my wishes. I reveled in this newfound power; it was intoxicating. To be the Luna of the werewolves was a fantasy I had long nurtured, and now it was unfolding before me like a dream made real.

I took it upon myself to ensure that not a single decision regarding the upcoming festival was made without my explicit consent. Every detail mattered—every flower arrangement, every flickering torch, and every dance sequence had to bear my signature. This was my strategy to engrain my identity as the Luna into the minds of the pack, even before the official announcement was made.

I understood that this was my singular chance to solidify my place. The Elders had made it abundantly clear that the Samhain festival was the moment Scott would publicly declare me as his Luna. Yet, beneath the surface of my excitement, a dark shadow loomed. I was painfully aware that Scott was still entangled with that human woman, Bella. Just the thought of her name made my jaw clench in frustration. If given the opportunity, I would gladly see her gone.

If Scott wouldn’t come to me of his own accord, then I would have to draw him in. And if that didn’t work, I had my contingency plan: the Chainflower essence. This potent drug was infamous for its ability to weaken a Lycan’s willpower. However, administering it required a careful dosage; too little would be ineffective, but the right amount would leave him utterly defenseless. I had secured a significant stash of it, hidden away where no one could find it.

My plan was straightforward yet cunning. During the Samhain festivities, as the flames crackled and the pack howled beneath the full moon, I would offer Scott a glass of wine laced with the drug. He would be none the wiser. Just a few sips would be enough to loosen his resolve, and he would be drawn to me like a moth to a flame. I would ensure that I claimed him in front of everyone, marking my territory in the most public way possible.

Samhain was anything but a subdued celebration. It was a time when the wolves shed their inhibitions and embraced their primal instincts. Once the pups were tucked away for the night, the real festivities would begin. The dances around the fire would morph into wild chases, and mates would find solace in each other’s arms amidst the shadows. Some would boldly claim each other right in front of the pack, solidifying their bonds with unabashed fervor. The atmosphere would thrum with an insatiable need to claim and be claimed; Samhain was a battlefield of desire, a night where anything could happen.

The thought of Scott amidst such chaos made me chuckle softly to myself. By the end of the night, he would be mine.

When he finally arrived, the energy within the pack was electric. I donned a form-fitting sports bra and sleek pants, feeling both confident and alluring as I made my way to his cottage. The guards stationed outside bowed their heads in respect as I approached, but my eagerness was met with a sudden roadblock. They informed me that Scott was in a meeting with Troy and several others, discussing the festival preparations. A flash of anger ignited within me. Why hadn’t he summoned me to join them?

Despite my frustration, I decided to wait. When the meeting concluded, I strode in without hesitation, my presence commanding immediate attention. The room fell silent as I entered, and the pack members quickly bowed, nearly stumbling over themselves in their haste. Only Troy remained standing, his cold, piercing gaze locking onto mine. It ignited a desire to slap him, to wipe that insufferable look off his face. But I reminded myself that once I became Luna, he would regret ever looking at me that way. He nodded at Scott before exiting without a word.

With a practiced grace, I bowed to Scott. “How are you? I’ve missed you!” I exclaimed cheerfully, my voice laced with a sweetness that belied my true feelings. “Tomorrow is Samhain,” I continued, my tone softening, “and I’m so glad you’re here. I’ve poured my heart into making it perfect for you.”

Scott didn’t even bother to lift his gaze from the papers scattered across his desk. “I know what you’ve done,” he replied, his voice as cold as ice.

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