The King's Cursed Luna のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

“The Oracle of the Goddess made the decision and chose the next mate for the new Lycan King, Callisto del Amathea.” The Priestess' voice echoes stately and graceful through the High Dome, decreeing the fate of one of the fifty mateless young wolves.Ever since the new Lycan King ascended the throne and bloodily took the crown from his father's head, all mateless young wolves, nobles or commoners, have been summoned to the High Dome. And just like the other times, one of them will be chosen to be the new Lycan's Queen.However, despite the flashy title, this one can be considered a death sentence — that's because the hatred that Lycans have for Werewolves is well known. The hostility between the races is sung even in lullabies. For a wolf to abandon its customs and beliefs like this… to leave their home and move to a completely hostile place, where their suffering is most likely craved… It's frightening. Unfortunately, even if these wolves’ rebel against the decree and try to escape… t

The palace doors open for Callisto to enter the main hall. Even those who are already used to the sight are surprised to see it that way. His abs are completely stained with blood, as are his hands. There's even a bloodstain on his face, making those around him even more fearful.Everyone has drooping shoulders and bowed heads because Callisto's eyes alone are extremely terrifying. The yellow that glows in the irises, even when untransformed, is enough to bring nightmares to the most sensitive ones. But the real problem is Callisto's pheromones, which prove that he has been taking lives a while ago.“Callisto… could you stop those pheromones? You're scaring everyone.” Skôll calls out to him, arms crossed. His blue eyes also look as cold as glaciers.Callisto cleans the blood stain on his face and controls the pheromones, eliciting relieved sighs from the others, who quickly leave the room to leave them alone.“So… how are things in the far south?” Skôll studies him attentively, seeing

Rhea is led into the main hall by the twins in complete silence. The long corridors have long arches at their sides, like a path through a garden of green grass and colorful, fragrant flowers, and her blue eyes search through every detail. From there, it's possible to see a small waterfall that falls from the mountains and makes a pond further on. Even though the Bestiary Continent is a place of dry land, this garden reminds her a bit of her home.She shakes her head, putting aside those whining thoughts that insist on catching her off guard. Sooner, she's facing the huge double doors that are being opened for her passage. On the other side, an immense hall is displayed, and at the top of a platform made by a few steps, is a big black throne, which resembles the head and paws of a wolf. Sitting majestically on it, is Callisto.Now properly dressed and cleaned of blood, he's wearing a long white coat with gold details. And even though Callisto doesn't look so savage anymore, his presen

A great party has been organized for the guests to enjoy in one of the halls of the castle. The platform features two thrones, like the ones in the previous hall, although this place is much more luxurious. Rhea can't help but be dazzled by the amount of gold and precious stones in this land. It's said that the Bestiary Continent is extremely rich because no human has been able to leave it alive. Despite this, the Lycan people seem to live very well among these walls and mountains.Rhea, seated on the throne, takes a sip of the delicious wine, which envelops her in its aroma. As she's still wearing her smooth dress, with Callisto's cloak over her shoulders, she watches as the guests enjoy themselves and talk loudly. A truly lively folk.In her kingdom, the balls were filled with rules. It was easy to feel suffocated, with extremely tight corsets and breasts almost sticking out. Sharp looks, ambiguous words… It was always tiring. But here, in this atmosphere… Rhea can't help but smile.

Callisto is sitting at the table, watching quietly as Rhea delicately cuts a piece of meat and brings it to her mouth. He takes a moment to appreciate how her lips open and move, and how she sometimes licks them in subtle ways. Even though they're considerably apart, each at one end of the table, he's able to smell the soft scent of jasmine that makes his chest warm. Rhea notices and raises her eyes, staring directly into Callisto's, and they keep up eye contact for a few moments. The silence is already starting to become uncomfortable. Since Callisto ran away last night, after the Bonding Ceremony, they have not exchanged a single word. Still, occasionally, their eyes meet — only to him look away the next instant. She puts down the silverware gently, without breaking eye contact. She brings the wine-filled glass to her lips, keeping her blue eyes locked on his. As she knows, he's watching the way her throat moves, swallowing the reddish liquid that, even without touching his lips,