The Rising Luna and her Alpha mates のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 101 - チャプター 110

**Amber's POV***"Amber. It's okay, I'm here to help."*Vera's voice was a balm on a wound I hadn't realized was still bleeding. The emptiness that had hollowed me out since the poison—since the trials—since I lost her—suddenly *filled*. Warmth flooded my chest, chasing back the ice of the imposter's dark magic.But the warmth didn't last.*Mina.*My best friend stood at the mouth of the destroyed hallway, her red hair a wild halo around her pale face. Her hands were pressed protectively over her stomach. Her eyes—goddess, her eyes—were fixed on me, not on the monster who had just threatened her life."No!" My voice tore from my throat, raw and desperate. "Mina, run!"The imposter laughed. A cold, serpentine sound that made my skin crawl. She turned her head slowly, those black-veined, white eyes landing on Mina with predatory interest."The pregnant one," she purred. "How... *convenient*."*Amber, listen to me.* Vera's voice cut through the chaos, sharp and urgent. *The bonds. They're

**Amber's POV**The battle was chaos.Wolves and shadows clashed in the darkness, snarls and screams echoing off the palace walls. Taylor's golden-brown wolf had the monster by the arm, teeth sunk deep into shadowy flesh. Tristan circled, looking for an opening.But the creature—the thing that called itself the Lycan King's brother—wasn't going down easily.He threw Taylor off with a burst of dark energy, sending my mate crashing into a stone pillar. Taylor yelped, scrambling to his feet, but I saw the blood matting his fur.*No.*I didn't think. I just moved.Vera's power surged through me, and I launched myself at the monster, claws extended. I caught him across the face, and for the first time, I saw real pain flash in those cold golden eyes."You *bitch*," he snarled, backhanding me.I flew backward, hitting the ground hard. Pain exploded through my ribs—but Vera was already healing, already pushing me back to my feet."You're stronger than I expected," the monster admitted, wiping

# Chapter 104**Amber's POV**Helena wouldn't stop crying.Nothing worked. Not the songs Mina sang, not the gentle rocking Taylor attempted, not the warm blanket Tristan had fetched from the palace nursery. Our daughter—three days old and already ruling our lives—was absolutely, inconsolably *furious* about something."She's hungry," Mina offered from her spot on the chaise, one hand resting on her own belly."She just ate," I said, exhausted."Then she's tired.""She just woke up from a nap.""Then she's—" Mina paused. "Actually, I have no idea. Babies are confusing."I groaned, pacing the length of my chambers with Helena wailing against my shoulder. My ribs still ached from the battle. My head pounded. And every maternal instinct I possessed was screaming that I was doing something *wrong*."Let me try."The voice came from the doorway, and I turned to see Lysandra standing there, draped in a soft blue robe, her dark hair loose around her shoulders. She looked... different. Softer.

# Chapter 106**Amber's POV**The castle loomed before us like a waking nightmare.Its towers pierced the grey sky, crumbling spires reaching upward like skeletal fingers. The stone was black—not painted, but *stained*—as though centuries of darkness had seeped into its very bones."Lovely," Mina muttered, her horse shying beneath her. "Very welcoming.""This isn't a place for welcome," Tristan said quietly. He had shifted back to human form, his grey eyes scanning the walls for threats. "This is a place for hiding."Taylor moved closer to me, his hand resting on the small of my back. "Do we go in?"I looked down at Helena, sleeping peacefully in her sling. Her tiny face was relaxed, unaware of the danger surrounding us. But even in sleep, her golden eyes moved beneath her lids, as though she were dreaming of something far away."She's in there," I said. "Queen Helena. I can feel her.""How?" Mina asked."I don't know. It's like... a thread. Pulling me forward." I dismounted carefully

Chapter 108Amber's POVThe silence stretched like a held breath, waiting to shatter.Everyone in the room was looking at everyone else. Taylor's hand had moved to his sword. Tristan's jaw was tight, his grey eyes scanning faces with cold calculation. Mina had stepped closer to Damon, her hand gripping his arm. Gwen stood rigid, Delilah hovering at her side like a shadow.The Lycan King sat on his throne, his ancient eyes moving from face to face, seeing everything and revealing nothing."The traitor could be anyone," he said finally. "From within this room. From within the palace. From within Silver Moon itself.""Then how do we find them?" Taylor demanded."We don't." The Lycan King leaned forward. "We make them come to us."I held Helena tighter, her warmth grounding me. "You want to use my daughter as bait.""I want to use the *threat* of your daughter as bait." The Lycan King's voice was calm, measured. "The Shadow Court won't act openly. They'll wait for a moment of weakness—a