บททั้งหมดของ The Miracle Luna: บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

PRISCILLA I woke to sunlight slicing through the curtains, warm and golden against the sheets tangled around my legs. For a second, I didn't move. Couldn't. My body was too heavy, too sore, too—wrecked. Then I reached out, half-asleep, searching blindly with one hand for the warmth I expected beside me. Nothing. Just cool sheets. Empty space. I blinked, frowning, and turned my head slowly. He was gone. Of course, he was. I pushed myself up on my elbows, every muscle in my body screaming in protest. My thighs trembled, my arms weak, and dear God—between my legs? Fire. Actual fire. I winced, groaned, and dropped my head back onto the pillow with a muffled curse. “That man isn’t human,” I muttered into the mattress. “And yeah, he's not.” I tried again—slower this time—dragging myself upright, inch by aching inch. The sheet slipped down my body, and I caught a glimpse of the bruises blooming along my hips, the faint marks of his fingers along my waist and thighs. “Jesus Chr

GABRIEL I wasn’t sure how long I stood in front of that damn window, watching nothing. Just trees swaying gently in the breeze, morning light stretching across the yard like golden fingers. But my mind? Nowhere near calm. It was the second file Malric sent this morning—the one sitting on my phone like a loaded gun—that had my chest tightening with every breath. I didn’t know how to react to it. I didn’t even know if it was real. But if it was… So what? my wolf cut in, sharp and defensive. You’re thinking of severing the bond over that? I dragged a hand through my hair, pacing. I never said that. I couldn’t let her go if I tried. Then why are you panicking? Because if someone else finds out—if the Council starts sniffing around her past—this entire pack could be at risk. She could be at risk. So what are you really worried about? my wolf pressed. The Council? The pack? Or is it her? I hesitated, my throat tight. All of it, I finally admitted. But mostly her. My phone rang

PRISCILLA "You didn’t have to tell him!" I snapped, pacing the length of Davina’s room like a storm on two legs. My hands clenched into fists at my sides. "I could’ve handled it. I was handling it." Davina stood by the window, arms crossed, eyes flaring with disbelief. "Oh yeah? Really looked like you were handling it, Pris. Saying nothing, doing nothing—just letting that bitch breathe all over you like she owned the air." I turned on her. "You don’t get it. She’s his pack member, Davina. What do you think he’s going to do? Scold her? Take my side and start punishing his own?" Davina’s expression twisted, wild-eyed, her voice coming out in a rush of fire. "Don’t you dare act like I’m the crazy one here! I’m not just going to sit there and let some little bitch walk all over you, pretending nothing’s wrong. Are you telling me I’m supposed to let you fight that battle alone while I twiddle my thumbs and wait for you to fall apart? Hell no, Priscilla!" I swallowed, but I could feel

GABRIEL The gas station attendant didn’t even flinch under my weight. He just stared up at me, calm as the eye of a storm. “You gonna get off me, or do I need to breathe through my ears?” he muttered. I didn’t move. Not yet. My mind was spinning. This wasn’t the rogue. This wasn’t the man who’d been circling Priscilla, shadowing her steps with a predator’s patience. But something in this guy’s eyes told me he knew exactly who I was looking for. “You’re going to tell me everything,” I said, voice like gravel. He smirked. “That depends. You asking nicely?” I didn’t answer. Before I could speak again, my phone buzzed violently in my pocket. I froze. Austin’s name lit the screen. Something was wrong. I shoved off the guy and ripped the phone from my pocket, turning my back to him as I answered. "What?" Austin’s voice was tight. Too tight. "Gabriel—she’s gone." Everything inside me went still. "What do you mean gone?" I barked. "She went outside the wards

PRISCILLA Just as I pushed myself up, preparing to bolt toward the door, Mikah reached out and grabbed my wrist—not hard, but firm enough to stop me. "Wait," he said, his voice low, strained. I froze. “What is it?” His eyes shifted, their glow dimmering. “I’m going to be punished for interfering.” “What?” I blinked. “Punished by who?” He hesitated, then said softly, “By the ones who appointed me to guide you.” A chill swept across my skin. “But isn’t that what you’re doing, guiding me, helping me?” “guiding you, yes. But helping you out of trouble…” He looked away. “That wasn’t in my contract.” “You cried a lot,” he added with a small, pained smile. “It kept my head too full to ignore you.” Then he turned his palm toward me. A faint, silver-white smoke coiled from his fingers—light as feathers, warm as breath. It spun in slow, spiralling tendrils until it wrapped around me like a silk cocoon. I gasped as my body was gently lifted an inch off the floor, encased in a soft, s