Bound To The Alpha's Heart: His Silver-Eyed Luna のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

LaiaI stand in line with the others my age, and some a little older. The almost-19-year-olds who weren’t old enough last year this time, stand in the beginning of the line. Maybe they feel more excited than I do… or maybe they’re just as nervous. All of us wait for the Moon Ritual to begin.Elder Nyssara, wearing her ceremonial robes, chants in a self-important voice, "Once a year, under the sacred Winter Solstice Moon when the Longest Night rules the skies, Goddess wanders the earth to bless this Water of Fate. Drink, and if not scorned by the Moon, you shall sense your destined one.".My eyes dart from the elder and the bowl of Water of Fate in her hands to the one person I can’t stop thinking about. Blue eyes lock on me, face cold and demanding my obedience. The line shuffles forward, the girl in the front eyeing the pearl bowl with at least 5 emotions on her pretty face. I rub my sweaty palms on my jeans, my heart in my throat, and look back at him again. His eyes, full of mali

LAIABlue eyes lock on mine, I try to look away, but her gaze holds me hostage. She’s not smiling now.One step, deliberate and intimidating."You touched what's mine... and you know what that means, don’t you?"Lysander is a mastermind when it comes to punishment. Another step closer."But," she finally breathes, lips curling back into a soft smile, "I’ll let this one slide."I hold my breath. Lysander, of all people, seeing me kiss her man and letting it go?No, I brace for whatever’s to come next.My pulse is racing—fifty beats a second, at least."Mistakes can be made after all, right?" Her tone is silky, but her eyes pin me in place. "And you’ll agree with me that it was a mistake… wasn’t it?"Her questioning gaze burns into mine, and I nod before my throat can even form words."You’ll have to redeem that mistake," she continues smoothly, "by going to Alpha Damon’s pack to do something for me quickly."My breath seizes. Alpha Damon. Just the name sends a shiver ripping down my spi

LAIAWho would’ve thought my new toxic trait is staring at a man I can’t even see fully? Not just any man, the Alpha of these masked strangers.I should be minding my business, but my eyes won’t leave him. Every move seems to entice me; the way his muscles tighten and relax under his shirt, strong, powerful and controlled.The mask might have succeeded in hiding his face, but definitely not the power he's seems to exude.He moves across the training deck like the ship belongs to him. Every strike and turn is totally on a god mode, and nothing like the pack training sessions I’ve seen a hundred times. Those were practice. This is violence turned into art.His fist cuts through the air faster than I can blink, each blow landing on a wooden dummy with a hollow crack, his kicks spinning with a grace that reminds me of kung fu movies. But this isn’t a performance. I stand on the deck of the large ship pretending to look at the waves lapping at its side, and somehow, all I can think about

LaiaZia wasn’t entirely wrong when she said I was going to love it here. It’s been… peaceful. And aside from the fact that I am on the same footing as an indentured laborer in this pack, my own pack sacrificed me, my mate sent me away, and I have no idea what’s happening with Liam, I feel… better than I expected.It hasn’t even been a week yet, but Zia has been a constant, bubbly presence in my life, keeping the loneliness at bay.. We’re in the kitchen, and she’s teaching me how to bake Moon Cakes to be handed out to the children on Sunday, and the sneak bites some of the adults make too... In her own words.“Okay, Laia, not too much flour,” Zia says, nudging my hand away from the bowl. “You’ll make them stiff as rocks.”I roll my eyes, trying to keep my lips from splitting into too wide of a grin. “Well, excuse me, I thought the goal was to keep the dough from sticking.”She grins, shaking her head. “It’s not cement, girl. Just dust the surface lightly, like this.” She sprinkles the

LAIAIt's like a repeated routine: swish, scrape, rinse, repeat.I'm outside the temple, scrubbing the floor... As much as I want to skip to the moment when I get the Relic and leave this pack, well I can’t seem to avoid the chores I need to do to get to that point.A low rolling rumble that makes the stone under my hands tremble. I freeze, my breath caught halfway out of me. Then I hear it again, closer this time.“Well,” says a voice from above, dry as dust but oddly amused, “someone’s determined to scrub a hole straight through the floor. Planning to clean your way to the underworld?”I look up. Is it just me, or did this gargoyle statue just talk m I suddenly hallucinating? I blink once... twice.A pair of golden eyes shines from the beam overhead. Then the shape around them shifts, wings unfurling like the crack of old parchment, claws scraping stone. The face that peers down at me was wolf-like, but not quite. Its grin is too wide, its body too strange, part beast, part somethin