Semua Bab Luna's Calling: Marked Through Trials: Bab 61 - Bab 70

ErsaHe looked momentarily confused as the child boldly claimed him as his father. “And who might you be, young sir?” He asked, bending down slightly to regard both Jericho and me at eye level.“Jericho,” the boy replied instantly, reaching out to cup the Alpha’s face with a small hand. “Let’s go home, Papa,” he pleaded with teary eyes.Alpha Sano quickly shifted from confusion to an amused formality, playing the role perfectly as he took the child gently from my arms and into his own. “And where, pray tell, is our home, Jericho?”“Far, far, far away!” The child chanted, enthusiastically pointing vaguely outside of the town limits.“What was your reason for concluding that I was your father?” He asked, initiating our walk together.“Because you look strong. Mama said Papa is the strongest,” Jericho declared.I couldn't help but let out a soft chuckle at the child’s pure and simple reasoning, which brought Alpha Sano’s eyebrow arching high in my direction.“I am indeed strong,” he stat

ErsaI slumped onto my bed, utterly exhausted from the events of the night. I had returned home immediately after the unpleasant exchange with Lyanna, feeling a surge of anger—no, more like sadness at the idea of losing the competition.When had it started feeling this way?A fleeting hook-up, she had called it?I released a heavy sigh, spreading my arms on my side. “Well, I suppose she is not entirely wrong,” I told myself, trying to picture myself isolated in the forest while either Lyanna or Everine occupied his bed.But I could not visualize it.Therefore, there was only one acceptable conclusion: I had to win.I closed my eyes, consumed by a sudden, intense yearning for Alpha Sano’s lips on mine once more, imagining his hands...I abruptly sat up, shaking my head to dispel the thought. I had officially devolved into complete perversion.A sharp knock on the door pulled me from my thoughts. Relieved at the distraction, I stood up and pulled the door open.“Alpha,” I breathed out,

ErsaNow that Prefect Orpheus was seated directly in front of me once more, the persistent, heavy thought of Rose dared not leave my mind.I was the first to arrive among the candidates and had an opportunity to be alone with him for a brief time.“You seem exceptionally enthusiastic today, Ersa,” he said, a pleasant, almost patronizing smile gracing his lips as he settled into one of the chairs.I bypassed the pleasantry and asked immediately, “How is Rose faring, Prefect?”“Just as she has always been,” he replied, his smile remaining unnerving. “I assure you I am not heartless; we are treating her quite kindly.”Kindly? There was no kindness inherent in kidnapping and holding someone against their will.“How can I obtain confirmation that she is truly doing well?”“I suppose you simply must trust my word in the matter,” he said, shrugging, completely dismissing my distress.Before I could voice the anger tightening in my throat, Eve entered, followed closely by Lyanna.“You are ear

ErsaI rolled my eyes dramatically at his suggestive question and instead sat down onto the soft, cool sand, digging my feet slightly into the grains.I heard him release a low, satisfied chuckle before settling down comfortably beside me. We sat in silence, watching as the sunset slowly kissed the ocean horizon, painting the vast sky in streaks of fiery orange and deep violet.“How old are you, Sano?” I asked, turning my head to face him.He looked at me, momentarily confused by the sudden, casual question, but he answered immediately. “Thirty.” A familiar, confident smirk suddenly played on his lips as he leaned back, resting his weight on his hands. “Too old for you, little Soltharic?”I shook my head. “There is no ‘too’ old for a werewolf, not really.”“Not unless you are three hundred,” he countered, chuckling under his breath as he returned his gaze to the setting sun.I folded my legs, resting my arms on my knees, and leaned my head onto them, my gaze fixed entirely on his prof

ErsaDuring the night, the ten of us—myself, Seraph, Eve, Lyanna, and six other maids Seraph had summoned—prepared to leave the manor.We were headed into the city to a place Seraph called a nightclub. Unlike the restrictive formality of pleasure houses, this was supposedly dedicated to simple drinking and dancing, and Seraph was practically vibrating with excitement.We arrived in front of a structure blazing with bright, almost vulgar lights and adorned with deep red lanterns. Seraph stepped forward and flung open the heavy double doors. The immediate rush of sound, loud, driving music, and the pungent smell of alcohol and smoke assaulted my senses.Inside, the ground floor was a mass of gyrating bodies. Seraph navigated us swiftly through the crowd and up to the second floor, a balcony area that overlooked the chaotic dance floor. Here, the atmosphere was slightly thinner, the crowd less suffocating.“This is us,” Seraph announced, leading us to another set of double doors. When sh