The Moon Goddess's Mistake: Wrong Mate At The Wrong Time のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

SEBASTIANThe morning begins with tension in the air…thick, unspoken, and waiting to snap.I stand in the training yard, the weight of the pack pressing on my shoulders like chains. Warriors spar behind me, their grunts and clashes filling the silence. But my focus is elsewhere.A storm’s coming.Not one of thunder and wind…but of memories, of blood, of someone I buried long ago.A guard hurries toward me, his scent sharp with nerves.“Alpha,” he says, panting slightly. “Crimson Crest has arrived.”The words stop me cold.I turn, slowly.“What?”He nods, lower lip trembling. “Their Alpha requests an audience.”The name still burns: “Caleb”.“You’re sure?”“Yes, Alpha. He waits at the southern border.”Of course he does.He knows the rules. He helped *make* them.I march to the border with fire in my veins. The warriors around me fall silent. They remember the stories. They remember the last time Crimson Crest and our pack stood face to face.I see him before I smell him—tall, lean, st

CALEBShe clings to life in my arms, soaked, shivering, and silent. When I pulled her from the water just moments ago, I wasn’t thinking. I moved.Instinctively. Something about her compels me…and it’s not just duty. It’s something deeper, something I don’t yet understand. But I’m no fool. Just because I saved her doesn’t mean I trust her.Her lips are pale, but her pulse is steady. For someone barely breathing minutes ago, she recovers fast.Too fast.My suspicion sharpens.A rogue doesn’t usually bounce back like this. Especially not one that the Alpha himself claimed as Luna. There’s something she’s hiding.I step outside, signaling one of my men. "Find everything you can about the new Luna. I want records, whispers, rumors. Now."He bows and leaves swiftly. I don’t usually interfere in Sebastian’s affairs, but this isn’t just any woman. This is the same female who walked into this pack with fire in her eyes and a silent man by her side. They were caught together. As rogues.No blo

AVAI sit stiffly on the couch, the first aid box still lying by my feet. My fingers tremble a little as I bandage the small scratch on my hand. The silence around me is loud, pressing on my chest.Dante's face flashes in my mind—the way his hands wrapped around my neck, the coldness in his eyes. I shiver.That was not the Dante I knew.Not the boy who once swore to protect me. Not the man I gave everything to.Tonight, he didn’t even care when I told him someone tried to kill me. He didn’t listen. All he wanted was for me to run away with him. His hands... they had no mercy. His grip, so tight, so cruel.I shake my head.I should feel grateful that Sebastian came for me. That he stopped Dante before he could finish what he started. But all I feel is a mess of emotions. Fear. Confusion. Anger. Gratitude.And somewhere deep down... a wish that it was Caleb who saved me.When Sebastian dropped the first aid box in front of me and said, *"Don't expect me to be your hero,"* I almost rolle

AVAI wake up slowly, blinking against the soft morning light streaming through the window. My head feels heavy, my body even heavier. For a second, I can’t place where I am. The mattress is firm yet soft, and the sheets smell like pinewood and something masculine. Familiar.My eyes dart around, and it hits me.Sebastian’s room.My heart leaps into my throat. I sit up sharply, clutching the blanket against my chest. I’m still in my clothes from yesterday. Everything’s intact. No marks. No weird gaps in memory.I wasn’t touched.Relief rushes through me so fast it leaves me dizzy. But something else simmers beneath it..confusion, embarrassment… and a weird kind of warmth.I swing my legs off the bed and tiptoe across the room, careful not to wake anything or anyone. The place is quiet, still. The air carries the faint smell of old books, leather, and him. I push open the door slowly and step into the living room.That’s when I see him.Sebastian.Asleep.His head rests on the edge of

AVADinner with Sebastian was the most amazing thing in my life. I didn’t expect it to be. Not with the heaviness that hung over me earlier, not with all the things unsaid between us. But somehow, in the dim light of his dining room, with the warmth of roasted potatoes and spicy grilled chicken between us, I felt myself ease. We talked. We laughed. I caught him smiling with the side of his mouth like he didn’t want me to see it, and that made me laugh more.He told me stories about growing up. Some of them were painful—like when he mentioned being poisoned as a child, and how that made him never trust kitchen staff again. But others were light. Like how he used to sneak out of training to go read books under the old pine behind the west gate. I listened like a child, soaking in every detail. Every word he said was another thread tying me to him. And I didn’t fight it. I didn’t want to.I was beginning to feel safe here. Safe with him.But that safety was short-lived.One quiet afterno