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Blood moon rising

作者: Otiyemi
last update 最終更新日: 2025-11-02 19:57:11

“You shouldn’t have come here, Lucas.”

Clara’s voice was barely above a whisper, but it cut through the heavy night air like a blade. The wind that moved through the ruins carried ash and memory, the scent of old blood and burning magic still lingering from the battle hours before.

Lucas stood in the doorway, half his face lost to shadow, the other illuminated by the cold silver glow from the fractured moon. His coat was torn, his chest streaked with dirt and blood, but his eyes never wavered from her.

“I didn’t have a choice,” he said quietly. “You knew I wouldn’t stay away.”

She turned from him, arms wrapped around herself, though not from the cold. “You always say that, as if it’s supposed to sound like devotion.” Her voice hardened. “But it sounds like obsession.”

He moved closer, his boots crunching on broken glass. “Maybe it is. Maybe it’s the only thing left that keeps me breathing.”

“Don’t romanticize what you did to me.” She faced him then, her expression unreadable but her e
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    “On your knees.”Roman’s voice cut through the grand hall like a blade drawn across silk.The command was quiet, but it carried , over the murmurs of the gathered pack, over the clinking of goblets and the heavy scent of wine and cedar smoke.Luna froze.Every eye in the hall turned toward her.The celebration had begun as a show of dominance , a banquet for the neighboring Alphas, an exhibition of Roman’s unchallenged power. The tables gleamed with silver. The air shimmered with the heat of the torches. And at the head of it all sat Roman, dressed in black and gold, his eyes like twin shards of winter stormlight.She stood a few feet away from him, still, expression calm, heart a storm beneath her ribs.“What did you say?” she asked, her voice low enough that only he could hear.Roman leaned back in his chair, the faintest curl of amusement ghosting his mouth. “You heard me.”He said it softly, almost lazily, but his gaze was razor-sharp, daring her to disobey.The silence stretche

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