The Perfect Luna のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

Russell's POV I stood in the Madox's old mansion, exuding the powerful aura unique to an Alpha werewolf, which made everyone present unconsciously feel an intangible pressure. Nelson was standing inside. Alonso snorted, his face full of displeasure as he said, "You've really disgraced the Madox family today!" As an elder, Alonso placed great importance on the Madox's reputation. Nelson's scandal had undoubtedly brought shame to the entire clan. Nelson lowered his head, feigning remorse as he said, "Grandpa, I was wrong. I understand that I've brought shame to the family today, but it's not entirely my fault. If Russell hadn't agreed to be with Zoey, she would have definitely chosen me." After saying this, he stole a glance at me. In his eyes, Zoey was just a pawn to be manipulated at will, and he tried to use this absurd excuse to justify himself. I let out a soft laugh and said, "A cake that turns into feces in front of you—no one but a fool would still want to eat it." Alth

Zoey's POV I knew Russell was pretending to be disabled, and sharing a room with him would definitely cause him a lot of inconvenience. After all, in the werewolf world, Alphas always have their own secrets, just as I have mines. I understood his pretense and didn't say much, just cooperating with him. Since Russell needed a wheelchair to move around, the villa had an elevator. The master bedroom was on the third floor, and I pushed him into the room. As soon as we entered, I was greeted by a cold, monochrome style of black, white, and gray. Whether it was the decor or the items and supplies in the room, everything was simple yet luxurious. There were handles installed on the walls, and the tables and chairs had no sharp edges, all to prevent bumps and bruises. All these arrangements seemed to me to be both practical and fitting for Russell's seemingly stern personality. Now that I knew he was an Alpha, I felt that this might be an atmosphere he intentionally created, one tha

Zoey's POV I spent the entire day drawing design sketches, and then had Brent take me to Woodmerrow Stadium. Ariana's concert was being held there, and at the moment, the road leading to the stadium was bustling with traffic and crowds. I said to Brent, "Brent, you can head back to Serene Manor first. I'll take a taxi home after it's over." Then, I headed towards the backstage. The music on site was deafening. The moment Ariana saw me, her previously worried expression instantly brightened, and she said, "Zoey, you're finally here!" Looking at Ariana in her dazzling performance outfit, I curled the corners of my mouth and replied, "Since I promised you, I'll definitely be here." Ariana handed me the in-ear monitor and headphones, and held my hand, saying, "Zoey, thank you so much. I was wrong about you before, and I'll definitely make it up to you from now on." I nodded and responded, "Okay." But inside, I sneered, thinking her hypocritical act wouldn't fool me like before.

Zoey's POV Ariana couldn't keep up with the rhythm and had no choice but to continue lip-syncing. She had no idea what the next song in this medley would be, so during the transitions between songs, her facial expressions on the big screen looked extremely awkward. The entire venue fell silent, and my clear voice echoed through the night sky, unaccompanied by any music. The audience watched Ariana perform alone on stage. Suddenly, I stopped singing, and Ariana didn't have time to adjust her expression. The entire audience saw her mouth moving without any sound. Realizing something was wrong, she immediately closed her mouth. Just as she was about to speak into the microphone, I spoke up first. "Hello everyone, I am Ariana's voice double. From what has just happened, I believe many of you have noticed that there is something off with Ariana. All of Ariana's songs have been sung by me. I apologize for deceiving everyone over the past year and a half. Singing is an enjoyment for

Zoey's POV Back at Serene Manor, I pushed Russell upstairs and said, "Why don't you take a shower first, and I'll make you a late-night snack. How about vegetable pasta?" "Sounds good," he replied. It wasn't long before I returned. "The pasta is ready. I'll push you to the dining room to eat," I said. "Okay," he agreed. I wheeled Russell to the dining room, and we sat across from each other at the table, each with a bowl of vegetable pasta that looked very appetizing. This was the first time in both of my lives that I had cooked for Russell. I bit my lip nervously, watching as he picked up his fork. I was anxious, wondering if the food I made would suit his taste. The wolf within me seemed to sense my nervousness, gently nudging against my heart as if to encourage me and tell me not to worry too much. "How is it? Does it taste good?" I asked. Russell ate very elegantly, his every movement exuding an innate sense of nobility. He responded, "It's delicious. When did you lea