Alpha Damien's Contracted Luna のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 101 - チャプター 110

 •• Elijah's POV ••• Evelyn’s belly grew bigger by the day—and with it, my desire for her shriveled like dead leaves in winter. I couldn’t stand the sound of her voice, the way she hovered, the way her scent turned cloying instead of sweet. She used to be a thrill. Now she was just a mistake wrapped in swollen flesh. I couldn’t even remember what I’d ever seen in her.But the need didn’t go away. The tension in my body kept building, and I knew exactly who it was meant for - Victoria.I had been planning to take her once I got her back, but she betrayed me.Every night, she clawed her way into my thoughts—her scent, her voice, the way her legs parted without even me needing to ask. The way she clung to me, always trying to get my attention. The way she always tried to make me happy. That was back when she still obeyed. Back when she still knew her place.I

 •• Victoria’s POV ••• The morning after should have felt like any other. It didn’t.I dressed myself in muted steel-gray slacks, a cream blouse, and a tailored blazer that sat on my shoulders like armor. My hair was pulled back in a smooth knot, not a strand out of place. There was no tremble in my hands as I applied liner, no shake in my voice when I asked Oli for the schedule. No crack in the mask I wore.But it was a mask...The kind you forge when you have no choice but to keep walking while bleeding inside.And I hated it. I hated how I now had to always feel like I needed armor to go through each day.I hadn't returned to the pack house ever since I fled like the pathetic coward I was. I'd like to think I was strong now, but I knew I wasn't. Thus, the mask. The armor.I stepped into the world like I hadn’t nearly shattered for the last few days.Becaus

 •• Damien’s POV ••• Victoria had always been fire. But now she was ice. And worse than the flames I could handle—I could burn with her, scorch the world beside her. But this cold? This silence?It was killing me.She avoided me. Perfectly. Deliberately. Like a ghost that refused to haunt me but still left the scent of regret in every room she touched.How many nights had she not come home? I'd lost count. No, I didn't want to count. It hurt too fucking much to think of her not even wanting to be close to me. And every night, I paced the suite like a caged beast, each tick of the clock slicing into my nerves.I knew our contract had started this. But it was the lies I wrapped around it—around her—that dug the knife deeper. I told myself I could wait for her wolf to wake, that I could earn her love on my own before the truth of the bond hit her like a storm.But the s

 •• Victoria’s POV ••• I walked into the war room and stopped dead.Every meeting was rescheduled. Every appointment was pushed, and every negotiation was canceled.“What the hell is this?” I asked, holding up the updated itinerary Felix had handed me.His mouth was tight. “He did it.”I didn’t need to ask who. I knew it. Everyone knew it.Damien.Of course…Of course, he wouldn’t let me breathe. Couldn’t let me have a single day of uninterrupted focus. He didn’t need to drag me by the wrist anymore. Now, he was rearranging my entire world with a single phone call.And even if Felix didn't allow him to do it, what could he do? Damien could call every business partner, every supplier, every potential cooperation, and they would all bow down to his request because no one would want to go against Alpha Damien Ver

•• Victoria’s POV •••The garment bag was already waiting when I entered my room.Black. Silent. Obvious.I didn’t even need to open it to know who it came from.I knew there was a banquet tonight and we were invited, but as we were in a cold war, we hadn't talked about me coming with him.That was why I hadn’t asked for it - the gown.I stared at it like it might bite. Then again, everything from Damien did lately.But I did anyway.Still, I unzipped it.The gown inside shimmered under the light—deep wine red, soft silk, backless, with a slit that ran high enough to make conservative wolves whisper. It was the kind of dress that made you look like a weapon. A queen. A threat.It was perfect, which made me want to set it on fire.I didn’t touch it.Just sat on the edge of the bed, staring. I remembered the first time Damien had sent me something. A beautiful white gold bracelet. He said it reminded him of me. I’d stared at it for hours, wondering if it meant anything. Back then, I had