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 21 - チャプター 30

AVASebastian has been tense for about a week now.Every day I watch him spiral deeper, like someone trapped inside his own mind. He drinks more than usual. Whiskey. Scotch. Whatever he can find. I hear the clinking of bottles at night, the muffled thud of a chair dragged across the floor, and the silence that follows it all. A silence so loud it echoes.The worst part? He never lets me near him.Not even for a second.I don't know why he's like this. He won't talk. He won't look at me the same. It's like he disappeared and left behind a body that only goes through the motions.The only consistent thing he does is cook. He cooks every morning, leaves breakfast on the dining table, and disappears. No note. No smile. Just food and silence.And I… I’m tired of this. Tired of feeling like a ghost in his house.So today, I decide to do something. I decide to breathe.I ask for my gown. The emerald one that shimmers slightly when I move. It’s long, royal, and heavy. It trails behind me as I

AVA What the heck just happened?What the HECK!!!!!!?Why did I kiss him?Why did he run away?Whyyy?What was I thinking when I pulled him closer and kissed him, and we were about tooo...Geez, I can't even say it.Why did he run away?I don't even know which one I'm pissed at…the fact that I was the first person to smash my lips against his, or the fact that he ran away when things were about to go down. I mean... seriously?My heart is malfunctioning. And my brain too. Both of them are just fried scrambled eggs right now.I stared at the kitchen, at the pan that was probably burning the omelet that no one was going to eat anymore, and then at the empty hallway he'd fled into like a scared vampire avoiding the sun. I folded my arms and groaned like a dying cow."Ughhhhhh!"What the hell was that kiss? No, wait. What the hell was I thinking? And also... what the hell was he thinking running away like that?Was I that bad?Okay, my breath might’ve been a little onion-y, but come on

The letter was plain. No seal. No scent. Just three words scribbled in an almost lazy hand:*The queen wants you.*At first, I thought it was some kind of joke. Maybe a prank from one of the guards or even one of the snooty omegas who still hadn’t accepted me as Luna. But the maid's eyes said otherwise. She didn't even meet my gaze. Just handed me the note, bowed quickly, and walked off like her shoes were on fire.Why would the queen dowager want me?I didn’t even know she noticed I existed. She barely acknowledged me during the coronation. I thought she was one of those cold, quiet types who watched everything from behind lace curtains and whispered opinions into the right ears.Still, I went.When I got to her quarters, the door was already open. A waft of sweet cinnamon and jasmine hit me as I stepped inside. The queen dowager was sitting at a small round table in front of the window, sipping tea like she wasn’t the most powerful woman in this palace. Her long gray hair was braide

AVASomething is up.I feel it in my bones, in the way the air stills when I walk by. The mansion feels like it’s holding its breath, like something is lurking just beyond what my eyes can see.The drawing. That damned drawing.It’s been haunting me since yesterday. A crude sketch, yes…but there was something wrong about it. The boy with the crown. The girl with wings. A shadow reaching between them. A river. A shadow behind them. Sebastian and I both saw it, and something in him changed. Like a wall slammed down inside him the moment his eyes landed on that paper.Since then, he’s been distant. Cold. Like I’m the enemy.Why?What am I not seeing?Could Dove really be alive?The thought makes my stomach twist. I saw her dead. I was told she was dead. A tragic accident, they said. A curse, others whispered. But if she’s dead, why did she push me into the river that night? Why was my room trashed? Why did I feel her presence at the ritual?Why me?What did I do to her?What do Caleb

SEBASTIANThe whispers returned, slithering through the shadows of my room. They weren't mere echoes of the past; they were vivid, tangible, as if the walls themselves murmured secrets. Each night, they grew louder, more insistent.I jolted awake, drenched in sweat, heart pounding like a war drum. The remnants of a nightmare clung to me: Dove's face contorted in rage, the shattering of glass, the sting of regret.The memory of that day..the day I touched her violently, the day everything changed..haunted me.Seeking solace, I stumbled into the kitchen, hoping a glass of water might wash away the lingering dread. But as I entered, my foot caught on something. I looked down and froze.Ava lay sprawled on the floor, her skin pale, breath shallow. Panic surged through me. I flicked on the lights, illuminating the scene in stark relief. Without hesitation, I called for the guards, barking orders to get the car ready. Cradling her in my arms, I raced to the Pack's hospital.The drive was