The Alpha King’s Hated Mute Luna のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 91 - チャプター 99

ALAYNA’s POVI open my eyes slowly to the most beautiful sight anyone can ever see. The air brushes softly against my skin, cool and feather-light, like a whispered promise carried on a tender breeze. It stirs gently, a breath of life that ripples through the tall grass beneath me.Hmm…am I in the meadows? It looks different though, more dreamlike.I look down and realize that I am barefoot. Wriggling my toes, my feet sink slightly into the earth, pressing against the thick blades of grass that curl and twist with the morning’s dampness.The blades are slick with dew and ticklish as they brush against my ankles. The scent of the earth rises to fill my lungs, a deep, rich aroma of moss and fresh soil, tinged with the faint sweetness of crushed leaves.Strange, was it not snowing before?I look up and above me, the sky unfolds in a wide canvas of blue, pale and endless, soft cotton clouds drifting lazily across it like the slow passage of time. The sun spills its warmth in gentle pools,

ALAYNA’s POVThe air thickens the deeper I go.Stone walls narrow around me, damp and cold, lined with torches that flicker shadows across my skin. I can hear the drip of water echo from somewhere behind the walls. It is quiet here, deathly quiet but for the low creak of the floorboards and the far-off groan of steel chains grinding against stone.My boots strike the floor with too much force, but I do not try to soften them. Let him hear me coming.Mustachio stands at the end of the corridor, rigid as ever. His eyes flicker with surprise when he sees me approaching. He places a gloved hand on the iron latch and cocks his head slightly, frowning when he sees that I come unaccompanied.“Luna, you’re here alone?” He is expecting Ezra to be by my side.“I asked to be.”He hesitates. “Are you sure this is wise?”“Yes. I won’t ask again.”Mustachio gives a sharp nod, though his eyes linger on my face a moment longer, searching for doubt but there is none. Not anymore. I am not the wolfless

ALAYNA’s POV3 MONTHS LATERThe fields have come alive again. Soft green underfoot, bursts of yellow, purple, and blue dotted through the grass like spilled paint. I walk barefoot across the hill, the sun warming my skin and the breeze teasing loose strands of hair from my braid. Somewhere nearby, bees hum and a squirrel scolds from a branch.Three months.That is how long it has been since the forest cracked open and lava nearly swallowed us whole. Since Ezra held my bleeding body against his chest and screamed like the world was ending. It almost did. But now the air smells like rain and nectar, and the children race between trees laughing and singing.We made it. Somehow, we made it.Ezra’s mansion looms at the edge of the trees, sleek and silver against the wild backdrop, too elegant for its roots. It is beautiful, sure. And grand and new.But it does not feel like home.I sit on the old log near the cottage, Father’s cottage. The roof still leans a little and the wild roses have

“We all take different paths in life, but no matter where we go, we take a little of each other everywhere.” – Tim McGrawALAYNA’s POVA figure steps out of the shadows.“Don’t bite me,” an amused voice calls out, achingly familiar.A stunned gasp escapes my lips.“Aurora?”She stands with her arms crossed, leaning slightly against the stone wall. Her face is half-lit by the torchlight with one brow arched high in that way only she can manage and the corner of her mouth pulled into the same teasing smirk she used to give me when we were children.There is a tinge of someone else’s scent on her and not just from on person. But Aurora’s scent underneath it all is undeniable. Rose and wildflowers warmed by the sun. How could I have forgotten?Laughter bubbles out, cracked and breathless. I do not think, I just run.My heels pound against the stone floor as I rush forward, nearly slipping on the hem of my dress and crash into her arms. She catches me with a grunt, her hands bracing my b

ALAYNA’S POVI lie silently beneath the quilt, though every breath feels like I am dragging it up from the bottom of a well. My body is slick with sweat, my dress clinging to me. My skin feels too tight for my frame and my pulse thuds a little too loud in my ears. It is not painful, not exactly. I just feel… off. Lightheaded, like I am floating a few inches above the mattress.The last thing I remember is the world tilting, the horizon rolling sideways and then Ezra’s arms catching me before I hit the floor.This feeling is not new to me though. I have felt it once before a few months back but I dare not dwell on that feeling.Ezra paces outside the room as the pack doctor checks my pulse. I look up at him but he does not return my gaze. Instead, he seems to be concentrating hard. So hard his brows furrow deep and his lips purse into a thin white line.Ezras pacing is not doung anything to help ease the tension. The boards groan under his boots, uneven and restless. His movements are s