THE BURNT FACE LUNA のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

THIRD PERSON POVThe silence of Sofia's house was shattered the second the bedroom door swung open.Kyla froze. Lowell froze.The thought hit them both at the exact same moment, sharp and panicked, like a cold blade pressed against their throats.My face.Lowell stood in the doorway of the bathroom, his hair still damp from the shower, steam curling off his neck in the dim light. He had been so sure the room was empty. He had been so sure he would be alone. But as his eyes locked onto Kyla's, his heart did a violent thud against his ribs. The moonlight caught him at a jagged angle, and he knew that if she looked at him for more than a second, she would see the truth. She would see the monstrous scars, the deep lines carved into his skin from years of bloody battles and transformations that had never fully healed. He felt like a monster standing in the light of a goddess.Kyla stiffened just as badly. Her breath hitched in her throat, and her pulse became a frantic drum in her ears. Al

TORMUND'S POV"Hmmm..." I groaned in my sleep, my body feeling heavy and warm against the silk sheets. I was in that hazy space between dreaming and waking where everything feels soft and perfect. My senses were tangled, but one thing was clear, my dick felt like it was being sucked on by an angel. There was pressure, a slow heat, and a rhythmic movement that made my toes curl. For a split second, my mind completely betrayed me. I forgot who was in my room. I forgot about the war, the pack, and the mess I had made of my life. "That feels so fucking good, Kyla..." I let out, my voice sounding rough and lazy in the quiet room. The second the name left my mouth, the world exploded.CRUNCH."FUCK!"I jolted fully awake with a roar of pure agony. I didn't just wake up, I launched myself off the bed. Pain like I had never felt before radiated from my groin, shooting up into my stomach and making my vision go white. I hit the hardwood floor hard, tangled in the expensive sheets and my own f

KYLA'S POV"Okay," Sofia said slowly. She was standing next to my bed, wrapping the blood pressure cuff around my arm. I watched her pump the little rubber bulb and heard the velcro straining against my skin. Her eyes narrowed as she watched the numbers on the dial drop. "What gives, missy? Because you are definitely in a better mood than you were two nights ago. Your heart rate is steady, and I know for a fact this isn't just a pregnancy glow."I shrugged a little, leaning back against the pillows. I felt lighter than I had in a long time. I turned my head to watch the white curtains move gently in the breeze from the open window. For the first time, the air didn't feel heavy with sadness."I don't know," I admitted, and I actually meant it. "I think I'll be alright, Sofia. I'm finally divorced. The papers are signed, and I'm starting to accept that Tormund and I were never meant to be. I'm moving on."Sofia hummed thoughtfully. She released the pressure on the cuff and pulled it off

KYLA'S POV Tormund stood there in the middle of the room, looking at me like I was something he had found rotting in the woods. His lip curled back in a sneer that made my skin crawl. "I'm still not okay with this wicked woman roaming around my pack freely," he snapped. He pointed his finger at me like I was a disease he was trying not to catch. "Especially when I can feel her happiness through the bond. It's disgusting. I know you're plotting something foul, Kyla. I can feel the excitement in your chest and it makes me sick." Sofia arched a brow, her hand resting on her hip. She wasn't backing down. "So, let me get this straight, Alpha. You're saying the Luna—" she paused on purpose, letting the title hang in the air like a slap to his face, "—I mean, you're saying Kyla is not allowed to be happy? Is that a pack law now?" Tormund scoffed and looked away, his jaw tight. "She doesn't deserve happiness. Not after all the shit she's pulled. Not after the way she tried to ruin everyth

KYLA'S POV"I can't believe I actually let you talk me into this," Sofia complained for the hundredth time. She clicked her key fob to lock the car and glanced over her shoulder for the third time in a row, because she was clearly waiting for the universe to strike us down for our poor decision-making. "Not only am I older than you, but I'm also your doctor, Kyla. I should be home right now drinking chamomile tea and stretching my aching back instead of standing outside a rogue bar in the middle of nowhere.""Relax, Sofia," I said, reaching up to fix the scarf higher over my face. I tucked the ends deep into my coat because I wasn't about to let it slip even an inch. If anyone from the pack saw me here, it would be over. "It's the middle of the day. I doubt it'll even be packed.""Well, it's the rogues' favorite bar," she replied, eyeing the gravel parking lot with visible dread, and honestly, I couldn't blame her. "It's the only place they're allowed to visit when they're passing thr