Monster Luna Writes Her Own Destiny のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 71 - チャプター 80

Lyara Wolfborne POV“Don’t tell me you want to try everything at the food stall,” I said teasingly, holding back a laugh as Alpha King—my mate who was now the center of attention in the market—nodded without a hint of embarrassment.“Why not? Isn’t this the time to indulge our stomachs?” he replied, one eyebrow raised, his wide smile spreading as if proud of his greedy intentions.“Are you sure it’s not just because you want to show off your greedy wolf stomach in public?”“Oops, caught. But it’s not just me, you like the food here too, don’t you? Your eyes can’t lie.” Alpha King winked mischievously, and I could only turn my face away. I couldn’t deny that the aroma of meat made me swallow saliva repeatedly.We walked side by side through the corridors of the Moon Market, which was now more spacious than before. Hundreds of magical lanterns hung in the air, floating like stars too curious to stay in the sky. The

"You think you can just touch my daughter?!"Lysander's voice split the morning like thunder cracking the sky. The sun had just risen above the horizon, its light gently sweeping across the surface of the dueling arena located in the eastern courtyard of the pack's palace. The arena was surrounded by a circular wooden fence, with neatly raked, compacted soil. Stone and wooden spectator seats were arranged around it, enough to accommodate the wizards and warriors who wished to watch the duel in person.I sat in one of the highest seats, under the shade of a velvet canopy. My head rested comfortably on Alpha King's shoulder, while the morning breeze carrying the scent of dew and wet leaves brushed against my face. The servants were busy setting up the breakfast table beside us—hot tea, whole-grain bread with butter, and fresh fruits picked straight from the palace garden. One servant served steaming hot root soup, and another prepared my favorite sweet past

Lyara Wolfborne POVA loud bang split the morning air.The Silvergrove mortar exploded with deafening force, its vibrations shaking the ground beneath our feet. Silver smoke shot into the sky and formed a spiral pattern in the air, creating a long echo that reverberated to the northern edge of the forest. Some warriors, unaccustomed to the deafening sound, turned their heads warily but maintained their formation.I stood tall at the edge of the training field alongside Alpha King, the morning breeze ruffling my hair and lifting the hem of my silver cloak. Alpha King, clad in black leather armor and the Silvergrove pack emblem on his chest, turned to me with a proud smile.“That was the best explosion today,” he said, squinting at the flying debris. “Much more stable than yesterday.”I nodded slowly. “But the accuracy still needs improvement. They need to be able to aim the mortar without endangering the front line

The crystal chandelier's light still danced on the ceiling of the hall when I returned from the balcony. The night air that had once brought me peace was now swallowed up by the loud sounds of the party echoing once more. The luxurious gowns still swayed under the glittering lights, and the white marble floor reflected the shadows of the guests still engrossed in conversation. I had just passed through the main archway when Beta Casren approached with quick steps and a face etched with anxiety. "Luna," he whispered softly, close enough that only I could hear. "There's an urgent matter. We need to talk. Now." My body tensed. From the look in his eyes, I knew this was no trivial matter. I glanced at Alpha King, who was conversing with the Alphas, then gave a subtle nod with my chin. "Let's go." We hurried through the quiet back corridors of the palace. The corridor was long and coo

"Stop moving. I'm fine.""But you're sweating. Your forehead and neck are hot. Are you sure this isn't dangerous?""Lyara..."Alpha King's voice sounded calm and unperturbed, but I continued to stare at him without blinking from the side of the bed. The sunlight slowly faded, and the light from the crystal lantern in the corner of the room reflected the silhouette of his half-reclining body on the large bed covered in clean white linen. Only a thin shirt covered his chest, and his eyes gazed at me gently from behind half-closed eyelids.I sat on the side of the bed, my knees up on the sheets, my hands busy flipping the collar of his shirt, tracing the surface of his skin, searching for any sign that he was hiding something from me. But there was nothing—his skin wasn’t hot, his breathing wasn’t short, his heartbeat was normal.And that only made me more worried.“Aric, you really don’t feel anything?