The Slave Who Owned The Moon의 모든 챕터: 챕터 101 - 챕터 110

AMAYAI haven’t seen Lucian since that night he slipped into my room.It's strange, the silence that followed. No teasing smirks when I pass him in the corridor. No sudden footsteps catch me off guard in the halls. He's here, always here, I can feel it, but he hasn't pushed his presence on me the way he usually does.And yet, somehow, it feels like he’s closer than ever.I don’t know how to explain it. It’s in the way his eyes linger when we cross paths in the dining hall, in the tension that hangs in the air whenever he’s nearby. It’s in the heat that curls in my chest at the thought of him, no matter how much I try to push it away.I hate it. I hate that I'm drawn to him. I hate that I can't stop thinking about the look he gave me the last time, the look that made my stomach twist as if he was bearing something raw and dangerous.Tonight, the corridors are quiet. I’m carrying folded linens back toward the servants’ wing when I hear footsteps behind me. My heart stutters. I already k

LUCIANI knew Evelara was scheming again the moment I caught her standing too long in the shadows of the east hall.Most people passed by with a purpose, servants rushing with trays, guards patrolling with steady steps. Evelara lingered, poised like a spider waiting for prey to stumble into her web. Her head tilted ever so slightly toward the corridor that led to the servants’ wing.I stopped at the far end of the hall, silent, watching her. She didn’t notice me at first. Her eyes were sharp and hungry, lips pursed in quiet satisfaction.The longer I stood there, the colder my blood ran.She wasn’t just watching. She was studying Amaya. Waiting for her.When Amaya finally appeared, carrying folded linens in her arms, Evelara’s posture shifted, shoulders straight, chin lifted, like a hawk spotting a rabbit in an open field.“Amaya,” she called softly, almost sweetly.Amaya froze mid-step, the slightest hesitation before she schooled her features and lowered her head. “My lady.”I clenc

AMAYAThe door slams, the sound echoing like thunder in my ears, and I am left staring at the empty space Darian’s anger has carved into the room.I grip the edge of the table until my knuckles ache, forcing myself to breathe evenly. But the truth is, my lungs feel tight, my chest too full, as if the air itself refuses to move. His scent lingers, pine, smoke, and something darker, something that clings to me no matter how hard I try to shake it off.I squeeze my eyes shut. Damn him.I hate that my body still remembers the burn of his nearness, the low rasp of his voice when he said he couldn’t stop thinking about that kiss. I should’ve laughed in his face. Instead, I’m trembling like a fool.“Pull yourself together,” I whisper.I push away from the table, pacing the room. The boards creak under my steps, marking my agitation in sharp notes. My mind replays every word we exchanged, each one cutting deeper than the last."You kissed me, Darian. Not the other way around."I meant it. Eve

DARIANThe council dinner ends, but the tension it leaves behind does not. Long after the hall is emptied and the last servant dismissed, I remain seated at the head table, wine untouched, my gaze fixed on the flickering candles. Their light trembles, bending strangely in the air as though mocking me.I can still feel it, the ripple that passed through the room when the goblet floated.The others called it a trick of the eye, a clumsy servant’s mistake. Lucian was quick to laugh it off, quicker still to divert attention.And though no one dared speak the word aloud, I know what I felt. Not just a trick or a stumble. Something moved in the air, controlled and unnatural. Something dangerous.And my instincts, my cursed instincts, whisper a name.Amaya.I shut my eyes, pressing my palms flat against the table. I cannot prove it, not yet. But in that moment, I swear I saw her stiffen. I swear the power hummed toward her like a moth to flame.My chest tightens. She has secrets. I’ve alway

AMAYAThe parchment feels like it’s burning in my hands as I storm down the hallway. My pulse thunders in my ears, my vision blurs. I don’t even know how I make it back to my room without someone seeing the way my chest heaves, the way my fingers shake as if I’m holding fire instead of paper.Once the door shuts behind me, I collapse against it, the strength leaving my legs. My breath comes ragged, broken, as I stare at the words scrawled across the page. The ink is old, but it doesn’t matter, it screams the truth.His father. His family. The very name that rules this pack.The slaughter of my bloodline.Not only was the pack that I had called home all my life attacked and decimated, but it actually ran deeper and earlier than what I knew all my life.Apparently, my entire bloodline doesn't exist anymore, and it's still because of the Grayhide Pack.The Varyn name, erased in fire and blood.The words blur as my eyes sting. My throat feels raw, as if I’ve swallowed smoke.He knew.Luci