《Reborn Luna》全部章節：第 21 章 - 第 30 章

HopeI can still feel the heat of his lips covering mine, the soft yet commanding swipe of his tongue, the firm palms of his hands as he anchored me to him.That kiss had rocked me to my core.I don’t know what scared me more—how much I liked it, or that I didn’t want to stop.My body remembered him, called to him, longed for him. Every cell woke up when Keith touched me, like I was the answer to his yearning. And under all that heat and confusion, that desires and fears, I felt the snap. That invisible bond I'd worked so hard to suppress, to prevent, flared to life the first root bursting from a seed.I should’ve fought harder.I should’ve known better.I should have put more distance between us and never stepped into his car.Instead, I let my guard down. Just for a second.It was too much.“Damn it,” I mutter, shoving through a narrow alley as the neon lights of the black market glare into the gloom.My boots scuff against the uneven concrete, trash, and whispers brushing against m

KeithI press my hand to my cheek where Hope’s slap cracked the haze around me.The sting isn’t physical—more a jolt. A snap back into clarity when I was too far gone to separate reality and instinct.I exhale, steadying the chaotic thrum inside. Her words, her touch—they rattled something deep within me.Pulled a selfish possessiveness I had no idea I was capable of feelingMate, my wolf grumbles.Must find her. Now, my Lycan urges.We would have to find her if you keep yourself together in the first place, I snap.My Lycan huffs. She is ours. The sooner she accepts it, the better.Goddess, I've never been so at odds with my metaphysical beasts before.At least now, my wolf and Lycan aren’t vying for control.They are separate now, but unlike last time, part of them remains intertwined.Emma said I would go through a “metamorphosis,” until the full presentation of my combined genes would show themselves. I just wonder what that final form will look like. What it will feel like.I rem

HopeI creep inside the pack house just after midnight. I just finished getting Leon settled in the warriors barracks. Though he was suspicious of my intent at first, he seemed to settle in fine. I would have to check on him in the morning and take him to Emma for a follow-up.The door clicks shut behind me. My skin tingles with the night’s lingering warmth, and the scent of summer jasmine drifts through the cracked window. I drop my keys in the dish by the door doing my best to keep the jingling to a minimum.Exhaustion threads through my bones like slow poison. Today was long and tomorrow will be longer because I have to convince my father to accept a loner into our past. Not that I believe my father would send a young, vulnerable juvenile away, but I'm more concerned with how it will look to Leon.After the trauma he's experienced, any negative energy towards him staying here will likely make him want to run for the hills.I make for my bedroom, hoping to get at least 6 hours of sl

HopeAfter the gathering, I slip past the remaining pack. Keith is gone. Jace is speaking low with Papa. I stand alone in the clearing.I should feel peace. They did the right thing. But I’m restless, unsettled.I close my eyes. I feel him—Keith—like a memory I can’t reach. His absence is heavier than his presence.What did he want, really? Didn’t stick around. I never knew him to give up easily. Maybe he thought his part was done. Or maybe… maybe not.A gust of warm wind moves the leaves.With a steadying breath, I walk towards home.“Hope,” Emma’s voice calls, and it anchors me in place.I turn and see her eyes are fixed on me, bright and searching, as she closes the distance between us.Her hand reaches, hesitates, then grips my arm. “There you are. I almost thought I had to go all the way to the main house to catch you.”“I’m here,” I whisper.Emma brushes a strand of hair from my face. “You okay?”I draw in a breath. “I’m…” My voice trembles more than I expected. “I’m okay.”She

HopeI stand in front of Keith’s door, heart pounding so loud I’m certain it echoes down the hallway. For a full minute, I just stare at the wood grain, biting the inside of my cheek, trying to convince myself to raise my hand and knock. It’s been a day since I’ve seen him—twenty-four hours of silence, of cold distance, of regretting every word I never said.I ball my hand into a fist and knock twice before I can talk myself out of it.Nothing.I shift from foot to foot. Maybe he’s not here. Maybe this is a mistake. Maybe he doesn’t want to see me. Hell, why would he?After how much I denied our bond I’d be surprised if he never wanted to see me again.Just as I’m about to turn and leave, the door creaks open.Keith stands there, one hand on the knob, eyes guarded. He doesn’t say anything at first. He looks… tired. Not physically, but worn out. Like he's been wrestling something inside his chest for too long.His nostrils flare when he focuses on me.“Hey,” I manage, my voice quieter