The Luna’s Wrath のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 151 - チャプター 160

OLIVER POVI smiled bitterly. “A lot of good it did. I still died.”“Are you sure about that, Oliver?” She asked back.“We’re here, aren’t we?” I waved my hand in the air, pointing to the surroundings of her blessed Meadow.The Moon Goddess nods and smiles thoughtfully. “Indeed, we are here. But my intent is not to claim you, Oliver. I have an offer to make. A new direction for someone who sees the potential in helping others in the future.”I furrowed my brow. I rose to my feet, dusting myself off.“What offer?”“I would like to return to you, Oliver. Give you a second chance to live a beautiful and full life. You will return wolfless, however. Deek can not return to Earth at this point. He needs to take a new path, one that interests him greatly. Your path has yet to be created by others. But it should be. A lot of this could have been avoided if it had been done properly.”“What path?” I asked. She piqued my interest. I didn’t care to receive another wolf, to be honest. Not sure if

FRANKIE POV (1 Week Later)His eyes were dazed. He was smiling like the cat that caught the canary.“I will reach out to the Cherry Ridge pack once you are released. Tank can not wait to meet Germaine as soon as she can shift and present herself. Know that when that happens, she will be properly marked and mated.” There was a deep and primal husk to his voice.It was Tank speaking through him, and it sent chills of excitement through Germaine. She had been robbed of a proper mating experience.Germaine shared all of her memories with me regarding my mother. Typically, the Goddess would remove them, but they were important, as there was a strong connection between them. Miles, in her previous life, was a good mate to Gremaine, but it was a weak bond for a reason. Tank was meant to be her mate when the time was right. But only if it all lined up as the Goddess had hoped.They were rewarded for their loyalty. Germaine and Frankie both.I will admit, it is weird to think that my gifted se

OLIVER POV (6 months later)After my mother pulled back again, she allowed everyone else to take turns to greet me with love and affection. Two things I never thought I would receive again, at least not until I was able to help others and prove myself more. I knew the pain I inflicted left a lot of scars on my pack mates.My cousin, Tristan, was an incredible Alpha. He was now more hybrid, his wolf Tank being an equal in present-day interactions, and it was curious to watch them interact with pack members in tandem as they did. I had no wolf, so the full, undeniable Alpha presence had less effect on me. It was something I noted to research later. I have become naturally curious about everything now that I have fully accepted my new direction.Seeing Frankie standing and interacting with Tristan was fascinating. Watching her, I found myself smiling when she did. It wasn’t out of romantic affection or desire; it was because it felt as though I was seeing Frankie for the first time.I di

DARK SISTER POV With every resurrection I perform, the victim rises and, almost always, finds love in the end, while I return to my thoughts. It is easy to be depressed when all you have is darkness to cuddle at night. Selene sighs and moves forward. I don’t bother to look at her; my focus is on the sleeping trio. They looked calm and unaware, but even lying down with their eyes shut, they watched. All my wolves watched when visitors arrived. Friend or food, that was all they knew. And I only had one visitor to never feast on, and that was my sister. My only source of grounding. “Ester, I know you feel unloved, undesired and lonely, and that isn’t right. Your station matters too much for the creators to ignore your singular desire. So, I have an offering for you.” Curious, but I remain unmoved. As Keepers, we thrived on making offers and deals; it was how we battered, as it was the only true currency in our reality. She continues to move closer to me. “You should know, you have cau

HENRIETTA (HILARY) POV “You're talking about what? Dark Sister or perhaps the Goddess? Please, they have yet to find me, and even if they did. They can’t enter. This house is protected against them. I’m not the idiot you claim me to be, but you are. Now get out!” “Very well. I brought you something. Let's call it a housewarming gift.” Tia turns, and I watch Miles hand my sister a small stone figure. I squint suspiciously. “What is it?” “A vendor we passed on our travels across the country for this book tour said it was for home blessings. We were bringing it back to the pack, but let's call this our parting gift instead. This will be the last time we see one another.” “Good. Now take my leftovers,” I point to Miles with a sneer. “And get out.” “Goodbye, Hilary. May you get what it is you truly deserve.” With that, both Tia and Miles left. I slammed the door aggressively behind them and turned back to the stone figure. It was solid stone; the figure was a cloaked female with hor