Fake Vow, True Luna のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 371 - チャプター 380

NathanYesterday was just another day filled with the usual rigors of being the Alpha. The weight of my responsibilities was a constant companion, but I was accustomed to the pressure. The Council meeting had dragged on longer than expected, and I was looking forward to getting back to Olivia and the twins.As I was leaving the meeting room, my phone buzzed with a text. I glanced at the screen, expecting it to be Olivia or one of the pack members with a routine update. Instead, what I saw made me pause in my tracks. It was a picture of Olivia in a lingerie store, the image sent by one of my pack members. The accompanying text read: “Why is the Luna out in a lingerie store when her kids are at home?”At first, I brushed it off. Olivia had every right to buy whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted. I trusted her with my entire being. But as I walked down the hallway, mulling over the text, my thoughts were interrupted by Edward.“Something on your mind, Nathan?” Edward asked, his ton

OliviaIn a panic, I darted out of the house, the cold night air biting at my skin as I ran across the dew-covered grass towards Clint’s cottage. The moon hung low in the sky, casting a pale light over the property, making the shadows around me seem deeper, more ominous.I reached Clint’s door, pounding on it so loudly that it echoed in the quiet night. “Clint! Please, open up!”After a moment that felt like an eternity, the door creaked open, and Clint appeared, looking groggy and disheveled. His hair was tousled, and he leaned heavily on the door frame. He looked as though he had just woken up.“Olivia?” he asked, his voice thick with sleep. “What’s wrong?”“Clint, it’s Nathan,” I blurted out, my voice quivering as I spoke. “He’s… extremely sick. I need to get him to the hospital. Now.”Clint’s eyes widened in alarm, and he straightened up as much as his aching joints would allow. “Did you call an ambulance?” he asked, concern etching his features.I shook my head, my heart pounding

OliviaThe next few hours stretched on for what felt like an eternity, and not once did I let go of Nathan’s hand.At some point, though, I must have begun to doze off—because the next thing I knew, I was nodding off with my head on the edge of Nathan’s hospital bed, lulled to sleep by the rhythmic sounds of the machines beeping in sync.I fell into a dreamless sleep, an abnormal yet not unwelcome surprise. I rarely slept without dreams. Maybe it was because of the stress, or maybe it was because I wasn’t asleep for long enough.Before I knew it, I awoke to the sensation of someone shaking my shoulder. I jerked my head up, immediately wiping the drool off of my cheek. My first instinct was to check on Nathan, but he was still soundly asleep beside me. Next, my eyes met those of a nurse standing over me.No, not just any nurse, I realized as my eyes came into focus.It was Angela.“Liv,” she breathed as I abruptly stood and threw my arms around her shoulders. She was in her clean scrub

OliviaThe discovery of the sigil etched into the floor of the guest room sent a wave of shock through me. My heart raced as I knelt down beside it. I reached out to trace my finger along the swooping curves and straight lines, but Layla’s hand shot out and grabbed my wrist, stopping me before I could.I met her gaze, and her eyes were wide. “Don’t touch it,” she murmured. “It could be dangerous.”I nodded, realizing the gravity in her gaze, and pulled my hand away. For a few long moments, we just sat there, looking at the strange little symbol. My amulet vibrated with a newfound intensity, further sealing my suspicions. This sigil was indeed teeming with magic.It was carved into the wood of the floor, and it looked fresh; there were still flecks of the wood around it, as though it had been hastily carved and the dust hadn’t had time to settle yet.“Why here?” I mused, looking around the room. “Why beneath the dresser in my grandmother’s old room?”Layla was silent for a moment, purs

NathanI had managed to get some sleep after my brief phone call with Edward, but it was a fitful sort of sleep. The flu I was suddenly inflicted with made it difficult to get any proper rest, and I found myself tossing and turning in an attempt to make myself comfortable.But my body was sore all over, and no matter which way I laid, I just couldn’t lay there without feeling like my bones were digging into the mattress in some way or another.Finally, with an annoyed sigh, I flopped over onto my back. I attempted to sit up, figuring that maybe a little walk around the house would do me some good, but it was no use. It was as if my body was filled with bricks, and I was sinking under the ocean.I wasn’t sure how long I laid there. An hour, maybe two? All I knew was that the house was quiet and the sky was dark outside. Olivia wasn’t in her usual spot beside me, but I didn’t blame her. I was so sick that I figured she didn’t want to expose herself to whatever this was all night, so may