Mark by Destiny. のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

Kaelen had always carried himself like the world belonged to him. The way he strode into the training grounds, head high and smirk lazy, it was easy to forget he was only nineteen. As the Alpha’s only son and heir, every glance, every bow, every whispered word reminded him of his importance.And he loved it.His parents “Alpha Eldric and Luna Anora”, had never denied him anything. A new sword? Delivered the same day. The finest clothes? Tailored before the fabric cooled from the loom. Even when his arrogance scraped against the patience of the pack elders, the Alpha would only laugh and say, “He’s young. Let the boy enjoy himself.”But of all the treasures Kaelen believed were his by right, none fascinated him more than Liora.She had been his playmate when they were children, the quiet shadow who smiled shyly while he boasted of the things he would one day own. Now, grown into a young woman, she was breathtaking and far more beautiful than her ragged clothes suggested. And that be

****The room was dark, save for the pale silver glow of the moonlight leaking through the shutters. Liora stood before the cracked mirror, her hands trembling as they hovered over her reflection. Her face looked pale and drained,like life had been pulled from her body.Her eyes searched herself desperately, as though she might find the answer carved into her skin.“Why didn’t I shift? The Moon… it called to me, I felt it… but then…” Her voice broke. The memory of the crowd’s laughter, their whispers, the way they turned their backs on her, crashed into her chest like stones.Her lips pressed into a thin line. “Am I cursed? Wolfless? Broken?”She pressed her forehead against the glass, closing her eyes tightly as tears slipped down her cheeks. Behind her reflection, she could almost see it, that moment when power had surged inside her, something vast and untamed. It had been there. She was sure of it. And then it had vanished, leaving her weak and humiliated before them all.The mirror

The Beta’s household had never been so alive. For days after Ravena’s first shift, their home swelled with laughter, music, and the footsteps of visitors who came to offer congratulations. Their halls glittered with gifts,fine fabrics, silver ornaments, carved talismans blessed by seers. All of it, for Ravena.Everywhere she walked, heads bowed and lips whispered, “Our future Luna,” as if the words themselves were prayers. She had become the pride of the family, the jewel of their house. And yet, in the shadow of her sister’s brilliance, Liora faded further into the background.She was invisible, unless she was needed as an object of ridicule. No one celebrated her. No one even acknowledged her unless it was with disdain. Her mother Mariseth now regarded her as a thorn she couldn’t pluck, while Ravena looked at her like a rival to be crushed.That morning, Liora sat alone in the garden, staring at her reflection in the pond. The surface rippled faintly with the breeze, distorting the

The entire pack house glowed with lanterns, torches, and ribbons of silver and crimson. The night pulsed with music, drums echoing like heartbeats through the forest. Wolves from neighboring packs, dignitaries, and elders filled the courtyard, their voices rising in excitement as they prepared for the Luna ceremony.At the center of it all stood Kaelen, dressed in black and silver armor, his broad shoulders gleaming under the moonlight. His smile was practiced, confident, almost arrogant but his eyes betrayed him. They searched the crowd, scanning every face. Not for his bride-to-be, but for the one girl who haunted him more than his own shadow.Liora.He saw her at the far edge of the courtyard, half-hidden among servants, her hair tied back, her dress plain, her head bowed. She looked fragile there, almost swallowed by the celebration, yet Kaelen’s chest tightened with a hunger he couldn’t deny. She was the one thing he couldn’t own completely, and that made him crave her more.Bes

(Liora’s POV)After the ceremony, the courtyards still glittered with the remnants of the Luna ceremony. Torches burned low, their flames bending under the night wind. Silver banners hung limp across the walls, and the laughter of the guests had long since dissolved into silence. What lingered was the taste of ash, of emptiness, of something broken beyond repair.I sat alone in the shadows near the edge of the great hall, my hands pressed tightly against my knees. My chest ached as if someone had hollowed me out, leaving nothing but a shell.All evening, I had watched him. “Kaelen” standing proud, radiant in his ceremonial attire, his hand clasped with Ravena’s as the Moon was called to bless them. Every smile he gave her, every soft word, every touch of his fingers upon her skin had struck me like blades.He had stood at the altar, tall, broad, his ceremonial armor catching the moon’s silver glow. His dark hair had been tied back neatly, his face proud and serene. He had looked every