THE BROKEN LUNA: MATED TO THE CRIPPLED ALPHA のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 131 - チャプター 140

Orion’s POV:Orion had never been a patient man. He had always believed that patience was only for the weak – schemers and cowards – werewolves who had no choice but to bend their knees to the world.Orion had never been one of those men, yet, here he was. Days later, and still waiting for a call from his own daughter. For the past few days, he had been shackled by his restraint while grinding his teeth raw as the days stretched far too long.After he had stomped out of the throne room and sent his lieutenants out to meet the council, he had expected Aria’s summons in the next couple of hours. He might not have known his daughter since she was a child, but he could recall that she was always pliant. He was sure that if he pressed hard, she would have no choice but to call for him.That weakness had been his leash on her all these years and one of the major reasons why he had refused to see her. That weakness was supposed to still be there.But days have passed, days. The moon was gett

Orion’s POV: How dare she?How dare Aria– a child he birthed – dismiss him like he was some beggar and not the alpha he was.He was being treated like a petty wolf instead of her father. She should respect him, not try to lord over him.Orion clenched his fists, in his anger, he had partially shifted, and his sharp long claws bit into his palm with so much force, it drew blood. But he did not care, he kept on marching forward, intent on making sure Aria knew exactly what he thought about her words.“Do you really think you can cast me aside so easily?” he growled, his strides long and filled with purpose, his loud voice thundered across the vast empty chamber, “You are still a child, Aria,” he continued speaking, his rage threatening to explode, “A child who knows absolutely nothing about power or how to rule. You have no right to -”Orion kept on rambling as he approached her.But Aria was as composed as the weave itself; She didn’t blink, didn’t flinch, didn’t even move a single in

Aria’s back hit the bed with a large heavy thud, the silk sheets of the bed sliding under her as heat rose through her veins.Her body felt hotter, warmer, hungrier.She needed him.And so she looked up, and her breath caught.Not from the hard fall on the bed, no, on the way, Lucien’s large naked form loomed directly over her.For what felt like an eternity but what was most likely just a moment, she laid there, her breasts rising and falling in rapid rhythm as her gaze loomed down from his chest towards his large throbbing cock.The faint light from the chamber’s hearth caught the outline of his jaw, deepening the intensity of his mere presence. Beside him, his cane laid bare on the ground, long forgotten.Because just like Aria, he only had one thing on his mind.When Aria finally moved, it was slight, her fingers twitching as her eyes began to glow. She swallowed as she watched the weave spin and twist around them,Her lips parted, but no words came, mainly because she did not nee

Rose’s POV: Rose’s lips parted as she moved to ask Lucille the most pressing question in her mind,But before she could speak, the old matron had already raised her hand, her gaze sharp and decisive.“Not yet, child,” Lucille said, leaving no room for discussion or protest. “Sit. Then we talk.”Rose swallowed, nodded and quickly sat down on a stool close to her bed, “I’ll -”“I’ll ask first.” Once again, Lucille cut her off, “Tell me child, what did you talk about with the little wolf this morning?”“H—how did you know?” Rose stammered,“I could see her weave from the other side of the world, child,” Lucille scoffed, “There’s nothing either of you can do that would be outside my attention.”Rose blinked, taken aback.Lucille’s expression didn’t change, she was sure she had got her point across. So she waited for Rose to speak, her gaze certain and focused,Rose wet her lips, her gaze wandering across the entire cottage as she struggled to calm herself down. She knew there was no avoi

Aria's eyes fluttered open as she stirred awake. The first thing she noticed the moment she came to, was the warmth of Lucien’s naked flesh beside her.His large, heavily muscled arms were wrapped protectively around her, his chin was tucked into her shoulder. The moment she had woken up, she also felt him move.For a moment, Aria grew still, preparing to do nothing else than to breathe him in – appreciating the faint trace of sweat, smoke and pine that clung to his skin.His arms, wrapped around her breast, began to gently move lower until he reached her waist.A smile tugged at the corner of Aria’s lips before she could stop it. She was just waking up and his cock was already standing. He might have been grumpy when he was awake, yet, she had begun to realize that he always clung to her while they slept, as if she was the only thing that tetered him to the world.With the smile on her face, she turned around to face him with raised brows.She expected his grip to lessen, but it only