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บททั้งหมดของ The Slave Who Owned The Moon: บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

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CHAPTER 101

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
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CHAPTER 102

AMAYAThe morning was already heavy with tension before Evelara even entered the chamber.I was on my knees, scrubbing the cold stone floor near the long table where the council usually gathered. The sound of my brush echoed in the otherwise quiet room, and each scrape seemed louder than it should. My thoughts spun restlessly, Lucian’s words, Darian’s silence, my own confusion. I couldn’t seem to quiet my mind anymore.That was when the door opened.I didn’t have to look up to know who it was. Evelara carried her own atmosphere, sharp, cold, dripping with disdain. I felt it wash over me even before I caught the click of her heels.“Still on your knees, I see,” she said smoothly. “How fitting.”I swallowed back the immediate retort that burned on my tongue. Instead, I lowered my gaze and kept scrubbing. “The floors won’t clean themselves.”She circled the table slowly, like a predator surveying prey. "You've been very visible lately, Amaya. Too visible. Always scurrying about at the w
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CHAPTER 103

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
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CHAPTER 104

DARIANThe walls of my office felt closer tonight, the weight of duty and the echo of my brother’s words pressing down on me. Ever since that night, ever since Lucian had the audacity to stand in my face and all but declare his intentions toward Amaya, I hadn’t been the same.It wasn't just anger. Anger, I could manage. This was worse. This was the slow erosion of control, the crumbling of the wall I had built between myself and her.Amaya.Her name came unbidden, a shadow in my mind. Every time I forced my focus onto pack disputes, border unrest, or Theron’s incessant reports, her face slipped through the cracks. Those dark eyes that always carried more weight than she allowed anyone to see. The way she kept her head high even under Evelara’s cruelty. The memory of her lips, gods, that kiss in the kitchen still haunted me.I shoved the thought down violently, slamming the ledger closed. The candle on my desk flickered, throwing restless shadows across the stone walls.“Thinking of h
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CHAPTER 105

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
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CHAPTER 106

AMAYAThe storm inside me does not quiet after Darian’s outburst. If anything, it lingers, heavy and restless, following me through the next day until the evening comes and I find myself standing stiff and uncomfortable in the great hall, surrounded by the sharp scent of roasted meat, bitter wine, and politics disguised as pleasantries.Another council dinner. Another night of Evelara's smile stretched too thin, of Theron's calculating stare sweeping the room as if he owned it.I shouldn’t be here, not so close to their eyes. But Darian insists every servant must be present on nights like these. Order, appearances, unity, that’s what matters to him.So here I am, tray in hand, my nerves pulled tight.I move quietly between the long tables, placing goblets down, bowing my head. My hands shake more than they should. I tell myself it’s just fatigue, but deep inside I know better. Something thrums beneath my skin, something I’ve been trying to bury since the night of the portal.The magic
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CHAPTER 107

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
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CHAPTER 108

LUCIANI don't sleep, not after dinner, not after seeing the fear that flashed in Amaya's eyes when the goblet rattled in the air. Darian may have felt it too, but where his instincts push him to question, mine push me to protect. That difference alone is why I cannot rest.The fire in my chamber burns low, the candle at my desk dripping wax onto half-rolled parchment. My hands shake as I flip through another brittle page, the ink faded but legible. Father’s handwriting scrawled across the margins stares back at me like a ghost, each word a blade carving into my chest.The words repeat in different contexts, as though he were obsessed with cataloging everything about them before he annihilated them.And there, buried halfway through the record, I make another discovery.“It is whispered that those of Varyn descent can carry dual bonds. Rare, dangerous. Both a blessing and a curse. Their presence destabilizes hierarchies, for no Alpha will tolerate sharing what he considers his.”I sta
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CHAPTER 109

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
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CHAPTER 110

LUCIANI’ve never hated silence before. I used to thrive in it, in shadows and solitude, slipping unseen where others couldn’t. But the silence pressing against me now feels like punishment. Her silence.Amaya’s voice still rings in my ears, brittle and broken. “You let me believe in you. Trust you. And all the while, you were hiding the truth…”The memory claws at me as I pace my room, restless, furious at myself. I see her eyes when she said it, sharp with betrayal, but beneath that, the flicker of something else. Pain.I slam my palm against the desk, rattling the lantern sitting there. “Damn it.”The truth had been burning a hole inside me from the moment I found it. I should have told her. I wanted to tell her. But cowardice, no, selfishness kept me silent. Because I knew once the words were out, she might never look at me the same again.Now she’s proved me right.I rake a hand through my hair, pacing faster, every muscle tense.There’s a knock at my door."Lucian?" Darian's vo
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