The Legacy Luna's Fall のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 91 - チャプター 100

Mina POV - Her head thumped with a throb that echoed through her entire body. Mina swore her bones were pulsing with the force, its beat hammering as she attempted to open her eyes. She groaned as a sharp pain sliced through her skull, spearing down the back of her neck when she tried to lift her head. Hands were on her, easing her, and she thought she heard someone talking, but the sound was so distant amongst the whirling in her ears, that she could’ve imagined it. However, Mina gave into the incessant pushes, keeping her lying down on her side. She didn’t think she’d be able to do much anyway if she tried to sit up. Well, except maybe vomit. While she waited for her body to heal, she reached for the memory of what happened. She had been searching in the packhouse, talking to the other Lunas, then went to speak to Sam in the office. He wasn’t there, no one seemed to be, but when she turned to leave there was a blinding pain, and then nothing. Someone had knocked her out from behin

Mina POV - Mina’s feelings toward Owen had changed over the years. When they were pups, she had adored him, following him around, happy that she could always spend time with her best friend. Romance had bloomed between the pair when they hit adolescence, developing into strong feelings as they continued to grow together and share their lives. The night her mother had been killed; his behaviour had disgusted her. She had thought on it many times after, feeling gross that he had almost been the one she had mated, hating him for betraying her trust, but she had never been scared of him. Not like she was now. Owen hovered close, a gleam in his eyes that made her flinch, wearing a grin that made her squirm. She wanted to be as far from the man as possible. She pressed back into the table, turning her face away, moving her gaze to Chloe. She still hadn’t moved, though she cried more freely now. Her bottom lip wobbled, her small sniffs echoing in the dank room now that Owen had stopped ra

Roman POV - Roman had never heard Blake’s voice so weak. It made his stomach twist and squeeze so painfully he winced. He quickly finished off the wolf who was snapping at his heels and moved towards the door of the room. Before he could step a foot within a large body crashed into him, knocking him into the wall. His head rebounded on the hard surface, a spike of pain lancing through his skull. He snarled at the warrior but cut off when he saw the torrent of wolves filling the corridor, coming for them. Whatever these warriors had been told, there was vengeance in their eyes, death on each growl. They’d fight to kill, and he would do the same. He shared a look with Allie, a desperation in his eyes that he felt in his bones. Something was wrong with Blake, and they needed to get to him. Allie ducked his head towards the room, then positioned himself at the corridors centre, growling low and thunderous at the incoming enemies. It was a small opening, one Roman had to take to save th

Blake POV - Though a heavy weight riddled his body, Blake stood tall behind Willi. His canines were bared and he stared out at the mixture of Clear Blue and Diamond Ridge wolves that came to do Chelsea and Sam’s bidding. Though their presence was a threat, he was more concerned about Willi. She was still standing strong, challenging the enemy, but he could feel her through their bond. A deep, welling ache was growing beneath her composure as she faced the betrayal of her brother. Blake hadn’t known her when she had been close to Sam, but he knew how it felt to be discarded and used by family. He hadn’t even liked his, yet their betrayal cut deep. He couldn’t imagine the pain she was forcing herself not to feel in that moment. “So, you want to cut me off? You’re doing all this, so I won’t rely on you?” Willi called out. “Rely on me? You did more than that. I was your support for everything and what did I get for it? A whiny sister who didn’t know how good she had it and no credit

Mina POV - Lover? Mina was struck immobile with the urge to recoil and surge a protest all at once. Her brow furrowed as she tried to picture her mother on Oliver’s arm, but she couldn’t do it. Not just because it was Oliver, but because it was anyone. Not once had her mother discussed having a partner, nor had she ever had a date. In all the years she had spent with her mother, Mina hadn’t even seen the woman look twice at another wolf. Not unless they had said something rude and she had to make sure they felt the full wraith of her glare. Surely, Mina would know if her own mother was keeping the company of another wolf under the packhouse roof? Yet, Sam seemed to know, and he had lived there just like her. But what about Oliver’s mate? Alastor’s mother? Did she know he was cheating on her, did she care? Mina was pulled from the questions flooding her mind at Oliver’s wheezes. Before he had cast her out of the pack, she had considered him something of a father figure. Despit