Alora: My Hybrid Luna のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 131 - チャプター 140

Alora’s POVMy heart stopped beating the moment he uttered those words.I moved close, my hands hovering in midair, confused about what to do.He reached out and took my hovering hand and placed it in his heart.“There…it hurt right there. Every single day I was locked up in that terrible place, it hurt so much until I felt you in that pack hospital”.My eyes watered. “You remember me…us…you remember us”He smiled. “You made me remember.”I nodded“I am sorry I forgot even for a second how much you mean to me. I am sorry I made you cry. I am sorry that she was the only person I remembered…”I pushed close and tangled my fingers with his. “It’s okay my love, it's okay” I said, cleaning the tears that fell from his eyes.He shook his head. “No, it's not. I need to explain this to you. I need you

Alora’s POVThere was a strangling sound coming from beside me.I bolted upright in bed, my chest heaving. For one heartbeat, I didn’t know where I was until my eyes adjusted to the room. I turned to where the strangling sound was coming from and Morgan laid on his back, thrashing beside me, his claws extended, tearing the bedsheets and mattress to pieces. His fangs were out, biting down on his lips.“Morgan!” I cried, clasping his shoulder and shaking him, trying to jolt him awake, but he didn’t hear me, so I shook him harder. “It’s not real! You’re here, with me. You’re safe.” I repeated the words like a mantra, but he didn’t hear me. He was trapped in whatever nightmare had him by the throat.I did the only thing I knew. I climbed over him, straddling his waist, forcing my weight down to hold him. My hands pressed his wrists into the bed even as he bucked and thrashed beneath me, strong enough to throw me off if he wasn’t half-lost inside his head.“Morgan, listen to me!” My voi

Alora’s POVI was asleep, but I could feel someone knocking on the door somewhere, but I couldn’t lift my head. The knock came again, but this time it didn’t just stop there, there was a door opening swiftly and closing. I blinked, half caught in sleep, and felt Morgan stiffen beneath me. He had felt it too. That was when I realized I was sprawled on top of him, my cheek resting on his chest, his arm still wrapped lazily around my waist. Someone had just barged in on us wrapped around each other. “Alpha!” Harry’s voice came out rushed, filled with urgency. His eyes widened the moment he took in the sight of me tangled with Morgan on the bed.Morgan growled and flared at him. “Harry, don’t you know how to knock? He asked, glaring at him and adjusting the duvet so it covered me to the neck. Harry swallowed, color rising on his face. “I did knock…” He glanced at me quickly, then back to Morgan. “I forgot Luna was… here. I wouldn’t have…”“Wouldn’t have barged in on my mate?” Morgan

Alora’s POVMy grandfather’s eyes turned to the elders, his eyes sweeping across them with anger. “I heard everything that you said about my granddaughter. So this is how you speak of my blood,” he said, each word deliberate, cutting deeper than any shout. “Behind closed doors, questioning her worth as though she hasn’t already proven more loyalty than any of you.”The room was dead still.One of the bolder elders rose, his voice trembling despite his attempt at defiance. “With respect, Your Majesty, this is a matter of our pack. Our prophecy…”“Your prophecy?” The Lycan King’s lips curved into a smile that held no warmth. “You dare invoke shadows to condemn my granddaughter? If this pack does not value her, then she will leave with me. Effective immediately.”The chamber erupted again, protests and gasps filling the air.I felt Morgan’s eyes turn towards me, then he moved close and held my wrist, his grip tightening around my hand, as if he feared I might actually be pulled away. My

Alora’s POVThe bed was cold on his side again.I didn’t know why I still reached for him every morning. Habit, maybe.My hand brushed over nothing but sheets, smooth and empty, and the ache hit me before I could stop it.Since the attack, I have been at the Bloodfang pack for over a month. I had only worked remotely, so I had gotten used to waking up with Morgan beside me, his arm heavy across my waist, his warm breath fanning my cheeks.But for over a week now since he declared the mating ceremony, he was gone before dawn. Meetings. Plans. The pack. Everyone else seemed to have more of him than I did.And me? I woke up to an empty cold bed.I rolled onto my back and stared at the ceiling, listening.The packhouse was already alive below me. They were humming, the clattering of plates, pack members laughing, and little wolves running around. The preparations never stopped.And then the headache began.I've been having them for a week now. At first, I believed it was the stress from t