บททั้งหมดของ The Luna Reborn: Surviving As The FL In A Werewolf Romance : บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

"Lila?" My throat scraped the word out, my chest crushing in on itself. "Oh my god, is that you?"Static cracked through the air so fast that I thought I'd imagined it and maybe the white glow was frying my brain. But then..."Iris?" It was her voice! Sure, it was faint and sounded strange, almost like she was shouting through water, but it was hers!I burst out crying, as I panicked. I was so happy to hear her voice again! "Yes, it's me! Oh my God! Lila, I'm here, I'm..."Suddenly the light shone brighter, and then I felt unbelievable heat burn right through me. The book's glow wasn't gentle anymore; this time was alive. I felt it clawing into my veins and demanding more strength than I could possibly give.The words on the page started to get blurry, and my voice trembled as I tried to hold on. "Lila, I need you to listen! I'm stuck somewhere! I don't know where, but it's not home. There are werewolves here, and really dangerous people who tried to kill me, and--"But her reply soun

The air between us stayed heavy after Rowan's words.I wanted to tell him that everything had already changed the second I got dumped into this world with no warning, no manual, no gentle introduction to the fact that werewolves actually existed and apparently, for whatever fucking reason I was supposed to help lead them. But I didn't have it in me, so instead, I stayed pressed against him, resting my cheek against the solid wall of his chest, and listening to the rhythm of his heartbeat as he stroked my hair."I know," I whispered, sighing. "And I don't know if I'm relieved or terrified.""Both," he said, voice rough around the edges like he'd swallowed gravel. His fingers kept brushing through my hair, gently at first so that I almost didn't feel it, then bolder when I didn't pull away. "That's the right answer." He continued. "Anyone who isn't scared of what's happening between us is an idiot."I pulled back enough to see his face, immediately regretting it when those dark eyes m

Rowan shifted his weight subtly, his arm still hovering near my waist like he wasn’t sure if he should pull me closer or step back.Meanwhile, Serenya took two steps forward into the candlelight, her dark robes swishing against the floor. She bowed her head just enough to acknowledge me. “Luna. May the Moon Goddess's favour be upon you.”Her voice was respectful, but the undertone Iris could hear the disapproving tone in it all the same.“Serenya,” Rowan said quietly. “It's late. What brings you here?”She didn’t answer him right away, swept the room once again, stopping at his grip around her waist, before she finally looked him squarely in the face. “Alpha Rowan. With my deepest respect, your people need you on patrol tonight and Marcus is currently doubling his route to cover for you. I suggest that you please reconsider spending valuable time here, with someone else's mate.”Rowan’s jaw flexed with annoyance before shaking his head, annoyed that even though he didn't want to agre

I yelped, scrambled back, and nearly tripped over my own dress. "What the actual..." A man shifted in the sheets, blinking at me through a curtain of greasy hair. His face was hidden in shadow and half-bloodied. One eye looked sharp and clear; but the other was ringed with swelling and dark bruises. I had never seen him before in all the time I'd spent around the pack, but even as I couldn't recognise him, I could tell that he was probably really handsome under all that bruising, but what the hell was he doing in my bed? "Well," he groaned, voice rough with exhaustion. "Took me long enough to find you." I froze. He was human, and I didn't need wolf senses to know it. His eyes were just a regular brown, not the bright, flashy colours werewolves usually had, and there was no scent of power or anything, just the stink of dirt and sweat. And somehow, this stranger had ended up in my bed. "Okay," I said, holding up my hands. "I know I'm irresistible, but breaking into my room an

Mattias launched one of the purple smoke bombs back at the werewolves and they yelped and fell back. None of them were about to risk losing their minds or going mad, and in that brief moment of confusion, Mattias escaped, leaving their sights completely. The cage bounced violently against the uneven ground as two men carried me deeper into the forest. I had stopped struggling and yelling a while ago, mostly because my arms ached from gripping the bars and I didn't want to give them the satisfaction of seeing me wear myself out. When the cloth came off my head, the first thing I noticed was the camp. I'd expected some kind of fortress, but this wasn't that at all. It was a sad, almost pathetic scattering of tents and shacks patched together from scrap metal, wood, and torn tarps. Smoke curled from a few dull fires, and I caught the sour smell of stew mixed with wet dirt and sweat. Small children darted between the shelters, their thin faces lighting up with curiosity when they saw