Chapter 519-I Became His Luna Queen

Chapter 519: 519-I Became His Luna Queen

Verity:

Ragnar had already marked me, and honestly, the way he’d done it had left me completely restless.

I kept glancing at him and then at his warriors, who were exchanging looks with one another.

So I clearly wasn’t the only one who had witnessed this side of Ragnar.

I couldn’t understand why he was acting this way. He was making me so uneasy, but in a good way.

I mean, what girl wouldn’t enjoy being treated like that by a handsome man, especially one who had already marked her?

The kind of attention that sent butterflies fluttering in her stomach.

But still, I didn’t want to feel that way. I didn’t have to, and I certainly shouldn’t.

Now it was my turn to mark him, and the posture he’d chosen only made my heart race faster.

He had placed his hands on either side of me while I leaned back against the table, his upper body bent toward mine.

Then he turned his head to one side, giving me a perfect view of his sharp jawline.

I even noticed the slight clench of his jaw as he stretched his neck farther to the side, exposing his high cheekbones, strong neck, and prominent collarbone.

He lifted one hand just long enough to point at his neck, tapping the spot lightly to show me exactly where he wanted me to mark him.

And all I could think about was how fucking sexy he looked in that position.

Keeping my hands behind me to balance myself against the table, I leaned forward and closed my eyes.

The scent of his skin was so mesmerizing that before I could even think about controlling myself, my canines extended, and I sank them straight into his neck.

The moment my teeth pierced his skin, warm blood rushed into my mouth.

The taste was so intoxicating that my wolf immediately began howling inside me.

I didn’t even realize when I’d moved my hands from the table and grabbed his shirt, clutching the fabric tightly to make sure he couldn’t pull away.

Not that he seemed to have any intention of doing so.

My fingers tightened around his shirt, gripping it so firmly that the fabric bunched beneath my fists.

My fangs were buried deep in his neck, marking him as mine while I continued drinking his blood.

Then I didn’t know what came over me.

I was beginning to enjoy the taste of his blood, and before I knew it, I was drinking more of it.

I slowly closed my eyes, feeling how comforted my wolf was in that moment.

Even I felt strangely content, so I began sucking harder, taking in as much of his blood as I could.

"Is she really drinking the Alpha King’s blood?"

The voice came from somewhere behind Ragnar, probably one of his warriors who had managed to catch a slight glimpse of me.

I couldn’t tell who it was since Ragnar had his back to them, his broad frame almost completely shielding me from their view.

I immediately broke contact, pulling my canines out of his neck and stepping away from Ragnar.

I stared at his face as the realization of what I’d done finally sank in.

A deep, angry frown had settled on his face, but his anger wasn’t directed at me.

He abruptly turned toward his warriors, shooting a furious glare at the one who had spoken.

I noticed them immediately straightening their stances, as though they understood that he fucking hated anyone interfering in matters between him and his Luna.

"I don’t know what happened," I whispered.

Ragnar turned back to me and gently shushed me without even touching me.

He simply pursed his lips and made a soft shushing sound before giving me a subtle look, as if telling me not to make a fuss about it.

"Congratulations, Alpha King Ragnar. We look forward to the grand ceremony," the council leader finally spoke up, clearing his throat.

I stepped aside, watching as Ragnar straightened his back and acknowledged the council leader with a nod.

"You’ll certainly receive your invitations," he replied before reaching for a tissue.

He wiped the remaining blood from his neck before casually walking toward me.

Tilting his head slightly, he gently pressed the tissue against my neck, wiping away the traces of blood left on my skin.

Ragnar did it so casually that I couldn’t help noticing how even his simplest gestures sometimes sent goosebumps across my skin.

After that, Ragnar stepped forward, picked up both tissues, and slipped them into his pocket.

I kept observing him, noticing how strangely he behaved at times.

For one thing, he never left anything belonging to him lying around, and now he seemed to be doing the same with anything related to me.

I mean, the tissues only had our blood on them. It wasn’t such a big deal. We were surrounded by blood all the time. It was perfectly natural for us.

So was it fear or possessiveness?

It had to be fear of security.

There was no reason for him to feel possessive of me, especially when he knew what a dangerous game I was playing with his brother.

"Again, take care," he told the council leader before reaching for my hand and leading me away.

However, he made sure we walked past his warriors, giving them what looked like a subtle gesture with his fingers. Almost immediately, they all bowed their heads to me.

And with every warrior I passed, watching them lower their heads in respect, I felt myself crumbling a little more beneath the weight of my guilt.

Or at least, I thought it was guilt. I wasn’t entirely sure.

Wasn’t this supposed to make me feel confident? Shouldn’t their respect have made me feel powerful?

Then why did it weigh so heavily on my heart, knowing I was experiencing something my brother had never gotten the chance to cherish?

I was so numb for the next few minutes that I did not even realize he wasn’t taking me home.