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EIGHT

作者: OLIVIA SWIFT
last update 公開日: 2026-06-25 00:40:57

ARIA

The laugh stayed in the air between us, sharp and ugly.

“You’re confused,” he said, when he saw my face. “You think gratitude is owed. You misheard me, sweetheart. I said I’d help. I never said it would be free.”

“You told the doctor—”

“I told the doctor I’d be the donor.” He shrugged, unbothered. “I didn’t tell him on what terms.”I stared at him. “What is wrong with you?”

He took a step closer, hands in his pockets, perfectly relaxed, like this was nothing more than a business negotiation
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  • CHASING HIS DEAD LUNA   EIGHT

    ARIAThe laugh stayed in the air between us, sharp and ugly.“You’re confused,” he said, when he saw my face. “You think gratitude is owed. You misheard me, sweetheart. I said I’d help. I never said it would be free.”“You told the doctor—”“I told the doctor I’d be the donor.” He shrugged, unbothered. “I didn’t tell him on what terms.”I stared at him. “What is wrong with you?”He took a step closer, hands in his pockets, perfectly relaxed, like this was nothing more than a business negotiation he was mildly enjoying.“Nothing’s wrong with me. I just don’t see why I should hand you anything for free. You’re not a saint, Aria. You’re a woman who stole from me, lied to my entire pack about her own death, and vanished for six years. Helping you for nothing does absolutely nothing for me.”“What do you want?” He kept going like I hadn’t spoken, working himself up into something colder.“Do you understand what I went through? Six years thinking you were ash. Six years of—”“What do you wan

  • CHASING HIS DEAD LUNA   SEVEN

    ARIA“Where’s my son?” I was already moving before the car had fully stopped, the door barely open, my feet hitting the pavement at a run. Someone caught my arm gently.“This way.” A nurse, already waiting. “He’s stable. He’s in our private ward.”Stable. The word didn’t fully land until I was halfway down the corridor, my heart still going too fast to process anything properly.The room they brought me to wasn’t like any hospital room I’d ever stood in. Wide windows, soft lighting, a real bed instead of the narrow ones I was used to.Eli was asleep in the middle of it, small against the pillows, an IV taped neatly to the back of his hand, his chest rising and falling in a rhythm that was finally even, I went to him and pressed my lips to his forehead and didn’t move for a long moment.“He’s okay,” a voice said behind me. Adrian’s. Flat, but not unkind.“He’ll stay that way ”I turned. “How is this even—” I gestured at the room, the equipment, all of it clearly beyond anything Daniel’s

  • CHASING HIS DEAD LUNA   SIX

    ARIAI’d thought I knew what fear was, I’d been wrong. The fear I felt with Marcus’s hand at my throat, his weight pressing me into the wall, was a different type of fear than anything I’d known. I remember thinking, very clearly, I am going to die in this place and nobody is going to find me, my son is going to be left with no one. Then Adrian was there, and the fear shifted into something else, because the look on his face as he pulled Marcus off me wasn’t rescue. It was annihilation. I watched him hit Marcus again and again and I understood, somewhere underneath the panic, that he wasn’t going to stop on his own.“You’re going to kill him,” my voice broke as I witnessed his fury, I didn’t expect him to stop but he did. He turned to look at me and something moved across his face, fast, raw, the cold cracking wide open for just a second. Then he was crossing the distance between us, his hands coming up, checking my collar, my throat, my arms, quick and clinical and somehow also ach

  • CHASING HIS DEAD LUNA   FIVE

    ADRIANDead. That’s what they told me. Six years ago, standing in the ash and the ruin of my mother’s house, the pack’s best trackers confirmed what the fire had already said. Nobody, no remains. Nothing that could be identified as anything, just ash and the smell of accelerant and the end of everything.I had stood there and felt the mate bond go cold inside my chest and I had not moved for a very long time.I keep coming back to that night. The way the smoke smelled. The way Cassian had to physically pull me back from the doorway because I was trying to walk into a building that had already collapsed in on itself, like there was still something to save, like six hours hadn’t already passed.She used to laugh at me for things like that. For not knowing when to stop.I’d known her since we were children. Eleven years old, both of us, and I remembered the exact day, the training yard, her standing at the edge of it in boots two sizes too big because nobody had bothered to get her prope

  • CHASING HIS DEAD LUNA   FOUR

    ARIA The night air hit me and I stood there for exactly two seconds, just breathing, just trying to get my heartbeat to slow down enough to think.Why is he here?What is he doing? Of all the human cities to come to, why this one? And why the restaurant? Six years of nothing and then he walks into the back room of the place I work like it’s nothing. Like the universe has a very specific and very cruel sense of humor. And his face. I hadn’t wanted to see that, I hadn’t wanted to stand close enough to watch something move through his eyes, hurt and fury and something else underneath both of them that I couldn’t name and didn’t want to. I shook my head and started walking, it didn’t matter, none of it mattered, what mattered was Eli. Getting to Eli, running and leaving before Adrian started searching. Because I know him, now that he knows I’m alive, he’ll find me. And he’ll find Eli. And the last thing I wanted was for him to find my son. I pulled out my phone quickly.Abby picked

  • CHASING HIS DEAD LUNA   THREE

    ARIA—-SIX YEARS LATER. I was late. Fourteen minutes, by the time I pushed through the staff entrance and shoved my bag into my locker. Fourteen minutes that felt like a personal failure even though I’d spent the last three hours at the hospital watching my son get poked with needles while he tried very hard not to cry. He never cried. That was the thing about Eli. Five years old and braver than anyone I’d ever met, lying in that hospital bed with his little fists curled at his sides, telling me he was fine, Mama, go to work, I’m fine. Leukemia didn’t care that he was five. It didn’t care about anything. I tied my apron strings and shoved everything else down where I kept it, deep and locked and not accessible during working hours. I needed this job. I needed the money. I needed to get through tonight without losing either. “Maya.” Daniel was already coming toward me from across the floor, which was never a good sign. My boss was a practical man. He didn’t move fast unless someth

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