Alpha Ryker's Cursed Luna のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

CHAPTER FIFTY ONEROXANNE It's been three weeks since I woke up and returned to the pack house and I hated everything. I never left my room for once because I hated myself. I just couldn't bear the thought of going out and I still couldn't walk properly. My bones ached. It seemed as though in any minute, my bones were going to dismantle. And myself. I hated myself so much I wanted to hide myself from the world. I had smashed the mirror in my room again when I saw my reflection. I was bruised all over. Not the bruises Ryker's men gave me but new ones and I couldn't remember how I got them but they hurt and itched and I scratched till they bled. They were scars like something hot damaged my skin. They were scars from having my skin burnt and they were all over my arms, my legs, my chest and my stomach.These were scars that were going to be stuck with me for life and I hated them a lot. I cried myself to sleep every night and no matter how hard I tried to remember how I got these mar

CHAPTER FIFTY THREE RYKER “I don't care about you enough to worry about that. How do I get this across that thick skull of yours? You mean nothing to me. Nothing at all.”I shook my head vigorously, trying to get her words out of my head. I had no idea why of all the words she said, my brain chose to pick the harsh ones.“I'm not mad about that. I'm mad that you're mating with someone else and I'm mad that I like you but you don't see it.”I sighed deeply as I slicked my hair back with a brush. I didn't want to think about her today but her words, like always, were imprinted in my brain.“I hate you Ryker. I hate that you like someone else and not me. I hate that you're cold to me.”Roxanne's confession left me speechless and confused. I didn't know if it was her courage but she definitely intrigued me with the way she took the lead. All the while I had thought she hated me more than she hated cheese but it turned out that she liked me.How long? Perhaps when we first kissed. But sh

CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVEROXANNE Sunlight filtered through the thin curtains of my bedroom, casting soft, golden rays across the room. The light danced on the wooden floor, creating patterns that shifted with the breeze. It was as if the sun itself was gently coaxing me awake, wrapping me in its tender embrace.Birds were chirping outside, their songs filling the air with a happy melody. The rustling leaves outside my window added a soothing sound, like a gentle lullaby. The air was cool and fresh, carrying the scent of earth and flowers. It flowed through the cracked window, making the curtains move softly. I shivered slightly under the thin covers, feeling the breeze on my skin.I lay there for a moment, soaking in the peacefulness of the morning. Everything felt more vivid, more alive.Turning my head, I looked out the window. The light framed the edges like a halo. A bird landed on the windowsill, its feathers ruffled by the breeze. It chirped once, tilting its head as if to greet me b

CHAPTER FIFTY SEVENKARAI was in the garden peacefully picking flowers for my bedroom since the one I had before had withered, when two of the Alpha’s guards approached me. “Kara,” one of them said, his tone stern, “the Alpha needs you in his office.”Surprised, I glanced up at them. The Alpha rarely summoned me. “I'll be there in a minute,” I said, trying to steady my voice. But before I could move, they grabbed me roughly by my arms and began to haul me away. It felt like déjà vu— like the last time I was dragged by the guards, accused of a crime I didn't commit.As we reached the Alpha’s office, my heart pounded so loud I was scared it would burst right out of my chest. The guards shoved me inside, and I stumbled, falling at Ryker's feet. He looked down at me, his eyes filled with cold anger. “Alpha you sent for me,” I said, my voice trembling.Ryker nudged me with his boot, signalling the guards to hold me down. Sweat trickled down my face as he pulled out a cleaver knife, its bl

CHAPTER FIFTY NINERYKERI woke to the sound of Roxanne’s moans of discomfort. She was sweating profusely, and I checked to see if the windows were open—they were. Her words were a jumble in her sleep, but I caught fragments: "I'm sorry" and "Luna.”Tears slipped down her closed eyes. I felt a surge of fear and worry. Why wasn’t she waking up from this nightmare?Suddenly, Roxanne screamed out, "Mom!" and sat upright. Her eyes were wide with terror, and the tears gushed out even faster. I wrapped my arms around her trembling body and held her close, saying nothing. She clung to me, burying her face in my chest. I held her tightly, my own heart racing with concern.After a while, her trembling ceased, and she pulled away slightly. I brushed the tears from her cheeks and whispered, "It's okay. You had a nightmare.”She sniffled and nodded. "How did you know?”“You were talking in your sleep.”Her eyes widened. “I saw my mom and the fire incident that happened when I was young. I don’t k