3 BOOKS. The Lunas of vengeance のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 391 - チャプター 400

Adrian POV I don’t know why I agreed to this meeting in the first place. Maybe I just wanted to get it over with. Maybe I was hoping it would be quick—simple. But the moment I stepped into the gold-trimmed hallway and saw Louisa standing there with that all-too-familiar glint in her gold eyes, I remembered exactly why I hated being around her people.1. Who even had automatic gold born eyes when we were basically praying for one. She was already walking toward me with that slow, graceful, predatory stride that always made the hairs on my arms rise. She looked like royalty, like danger, like someone who was used to getting everything she wanted. I wasn't surprised because their people had always looked down on us. They all believed they were above us. “Adrian,” she greeted, without adding Alpha as she brushed a kiss against both of my cheeks. “Still handsome. Still tense.” I gave a stiff smile. “Can you blame me when I'm still surrounded by Lycans.” She laughed, low and amused,

Adrian's POV I was shocked yes, but i wasn't expecting much when I was told Kaylas grandfather who was called Mr. Kim had come to see me. Honestly, I was still half convinced it was some elaborate stunt—maybe even something Augustine cooked up to mess with Kayla. But the moment I stepped into the room where the man waited, I froze. The man stood up slowly, a soft smile on his face. He was tall, lean but healthy. Skin tanned from years in the sun but he looked as wealthy as my councilmen, he was probably a nobleman. His hair had gone completely silver, but his posture was proud, his shoulders squared like someone who had survived life’s worst and still stood tall. And his eyes. They were Kayla’s eyes. Could this be her real family? Was she truly Lady Rina's daugther? My stomach twisted. Damn it. “Alpha Adrian,” the man said warmly. “It’s an honor to meet you. I’m Mr. Kim. Thank you for coming.” He reached out and shook my hand. His grip was firm. I tried not to stare at his ey

Kayla – POV I stood in the middle of the room, surrounded by silence. Adrian’s scent was everywhere—on the sheets, in the pillow I used to cling to, in the clothes hanging neatly in the wardrobe. It wrapped around me like a memory I wasn’t ready to let go of. But I had to. I pressed my lips together and bent down to zip up the small duffel bag. I didn’t even pack everything, just enough to get by for a few days. I couldn’t bear to take more. Not yet. Not when this felt like peeling myself away from something that still had its claws deep in my heart. After meeting my grandfather today—after everything he told me—there was just too much spinning in my head. Too many questions, too many buried truths, too much I didn’t understand. And Adrian… he’d done so much for me, tried so hard to protect me. But there was still a wall between us, and I wasn’t sure if I was ready to break it down, or if it was there to keep me safe. I heard the door open quietly behind me. “Kayla?” I di

Kayla's POV The morning air smelled like citrus and something faintly herbal—maybe rosemary or sage. I couldn’t tell. My brain had been stuck in a haze ever since I moved here. The guest room that I was now in sat nestled in a quiet part of the palace, it felt far from Xavier, the councilmen and any other problems I had. That alone made it feel like a safe haven, but emotionally? I was still wrecked. Today though, I was going out with my grandfather to places he wanted to show me. So that was at least something to look forward to. “Come on, sweetheart,” my grandfather said, nudging open the old wooden door that led to a back garden. “It’s not much, but I’ve kept your mother’s garden alive.” That alone was enough to make my chest tighten. I followed him out into the sunlight. The garden wasn’t large, but it was wild and colorful—like it had refused to be tamed. It felt right, somehow. My fingers trailed through the petals of something yellow and soft as we walked. “She p

Kaylas POVI stood alone in the dim hallway, staring at the old, worn photograph my grandfather had handed me hours ago. The blonde girl really looked a lot like the blonde man.My fingers ran across the edges slowly, brushing over the faded faces and soft creases from time. My mother looked so young in the picture—her smile bright and warm. There was something in her eyes that made my chest ache, like I was seeing a piece of myself in her… and that only made it hurt worse.I didn’t even realize I’d been standing still for so long until someone passed behind me and gave me a curious glance. I tucked the picture into my pocket and took a shaky breath. I needed to leave before Adrian saw me—before I had to explain where I was going or why I didn't want to be in the same space as him anymore.I took one quiet step backward, then another.Almost made it.Then—“Kayla?”His voice caught me mid-step. Of course, he’d catch my scent. He was a damn Alpha. I froze.Slowly, I turned around. Adr