BETROTHED TO MY LUNA OF TWO WORLDS のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

Rose's Pov The road ahead looked like a black ribbon swallowed by fog. My car's headlights cut through the darkness, but the mist always returned, wrapping around everything like a secret that didn't want to be told. I should've stayed on the main highway. I knew that. But the forest route was faster, and I wanted to be home before midnight. Mom's voice replayed in my head: "Don't take the forest road, Rosie. That place isn't safe at night." I'd laughed it off earlier. "Mom, please. You make it sound like there are monsters in the woods." She hadn't laughed back. Now, driving alone through this eerie silence, I almost wished I'd listened. The dashboard clock blinked 11:42 p.m. My phone had no signal. The radio was static. It felt like the world had shut me out completely. "Just a few more miles," I whispered to myself, trying to ignore the knot of fear tightening in my stomach. "You're fine, Rose. Just keep going." The road curved sharply, and that's when I saw a man. A ma

Adrian's POV The moon was pale this morning. Cold light washed over the courtyard stones as I walked back from the Luna Shrine. The silence there always helped me think — but lately, even that peace had turned hollow. A week. It had been a full week since I found her. And she was still here. The sound of boots crunching gravel pulled me from my thoughts. Caleb leaned casually against the stone pillar near the gate, smirking the moment he saw me. "Well, well," he said. "The great Alpha finally returns from brooding. Should I alert the kingdom? Maybe ring the ceremonial bells?" I gave him a hard look. "You talk too much in the morning." "I talk too much all the time," he said cheerfully, falling into step beside me. "That's why you keep me around." Caleb had always been the opposite of me … bright where I was shadow, open where I was guarded. His humor was his armor, mine was silence. Yet somehow, it worked. He glanced at me as we walked toward the mansion. "So… still thinking

Rose's POVThe hotel glittered like a palace of glass and gold.Every chandelier sparkled above us, raining light over men in suits and women wrapped in satin and laughter. I followed behind my colleagues, trying to look composed even though my stomach twisted with nerves.I wasn't used to this kind of life …the kind where people casually drank wine that cost more than my monthly rent or laughed like they owned the city.But this wasn't just any event. It was a celebration … a partnership dinner between our company and Wolfe Enterprises. And the man himself, Adrian Wolfe, was hosting it.I had seen him once, on the cover of Forbes. Billionaire. Mysterious. The kind of man who made people nervous just by walking into a room.And when he finally appeared, stepping onto the stage, the air changed.The crowd quieted instantly, as if the world had been waiting for him to speak."Thank you all for being part of this journey," he said, voice deep, calm, and commanding. "Tonight, we celebrate

ROSE — POVBy the time I reach my apartment, the sky is gray and heavy, like it’s about to cry for me.I fumble with my keys, my hands trembling so hard that the metal slips twice before I finally get the door open. My apartment is quiet, small, and painfully normal … white curtains, a couch that’s older than me, and a faint vanilla scent from my air freshener..I step inside, drop my purse on the floor, and shut the door behind me. The sound of the lock clicking feels too loud.Then my phone rings.Mom.I close my eyes and take a deep breath before answering. “Hey, Mom.”“Rose, honey,” she says softly, her voice like warm tea after a storm. “Are you okay? You sound… off.”“I’m fine,” I lie quickly, forcing a laugh that comes out like a cough. “Just tired. The event last night ran late.”There’s silence on her end. Then, “Rose, you’ve been pushing yourself too hard. That city will eat you alive if you don’t slow down.”I press my lips together. “I’ll be fine, Mom. Really.”“Okay,” she

Rose’s POVThe silence inside Adrian Wolfe’s mansion could choke a soul.I stood there, my heart pounding so loudly it echoed against the marble walls. His eyes...those same dark, predatory eyes I’d once thought only existed in nightmare...were locked on mine.“So…” I started, my voice trembling, “you really wiped my memory?”Adrian didn’t flinch. He stood near the edge of the room, the light from the massive glass window carving sharp lines across his face. He looked every inch the billionaire Alpha he was...untouchable, perfectly controlled, terrifyingly calm.“You shouldn’t have remembered,” he said finally, his tone deep and cold. “That’s not something you were meant to carry.”“Not something I was meant to carry?” I repeated, my anger rising with my pulse. “You took away my right to remember my own life! You made me think I was crazy!”His jaw tightened, but his expression didn’t crack. “If I hadn’t, you’d have lived the rest of your days haunted. The things you saw that night...