The Alpha’s Forbidden Luna のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 91 - チャプター 100

Lizabella “Ugh,” I groaned as sunlight pressed against my face, my eyes fluttering open, and for a while I struggled to make sense of where I was.Hissing, I squinted my eyes, blinking against the light, and saw that I was curled against his chest, as one of his arms slung possessively over my waist, the other tucked under my head like a pillow. The sheets were tangled around our legs, and the faint ache between my thighs, the pleasant soreness in my jaw, and the dried stickiness on my skin, made all memories of th

Chapter 94 Damian“What the hell is going on? Why did the nurse run out like that?” I blinked hard, my mind foggy and disoriented, as if I had just emerged from a deep, endless sleep. The room spun slightly around me, the white walls of what I assumed was a hospital blurring at the edges and I remembered vaguely tugging at something there when I had first stirred awake, a tube or a mask, maybe? I reached up now, my fingers brushing the skin, and realized that I'd pulled off an oxygen mask without even knowing what it was. Hissing, I pushed myself up on my elbows, the thin hospital sheet sliding down my chest. Dizziness crashed over me immediately, a swirling nausea that made my stomach churn. The world tilted, and I had to grip the edge of the bed to steady myself. “What is this? Why does my body feel heavy, and unresponsive, like it belonged to someone else.” I muttered, swinging my legs over the side of the bed, determined to figure out where I was and what had happened. My

LizabellaThe conversation with Agnes stung more than I wanted to admit, but I pushed the irritation aside because I had more important things to think about, like the fact that things would finally fall into place in the palace now that Damian was awake. The thought warmed me enough to loosen the knot in my chest as I made my way back inside, heading straight for the laundry room.There, damp clothes still hung on the drying racks, and the basket of Damon’s freshly washed shirts and trousers waited for me on the wooden table. I rolled up my sleeves and got to work. After shaking each garment with flicks of my wrists, and smoothing wrinkles with my palms, I shoved them into the drying machine. Once everything was dry, I carried the cold pile to Damon’s room then to his closet that smelled faintly leather. I moved methodically, folding the shirts and stacking them on the polished shelves, hanging the trousers and jackets on wooden hangers so the creases fell perfectly straight. When

DamianThe sound of my phone ringing on the nightstand woke me up and with sleepy eyes, I blinked against the light filtering through the curtains then I groped for the phone, my fingers fumbling over the surface until I grabbed it. The screen glowed harshly, so I squinted my eyes to see Donald’s name flashing. Why is he calling by this time? I asked myself, hissing as I answered, rubbing my eyes with my free hand. “Is there a problem?” I pressed and his voice came through, steady but filled with fatigue. “I was actually calling Damon, but his line isn’t reachable. That’s why I called you. Could you tell him to pick up? I need to tell him something important.”I sat up a little straighter, the sheets pooling around my waist. The air in my room was cool, carrying the scent of the herbal tea I had had before bed. “What’s going on? Is there a problem?” I questioned. “No,” Donald replied quickly. “I just figured something out, and I wanted to tell Damon about it.”“You can just tell

Lizabella “Damn it!” I muttered under my breath, as I knelt beside Pearl's bed. The clock on the wall ticked past ten, and exhaustion tugged at my eyelids, but Pearl was wide awake, her small fingers flying across the iPad screen as she navigated some colorful game with dragons and castles. Agnes stood nearby, arms crossed, her usually patient face lined with fatigue. We had already turned off the television an hour ago, hoping that would signal bedtime, but Pearl had seamlessly switched to the tablet."Pearl, sweetie, it's really late,” I said gently, reaching out to brush a strand of her curly hair behind her ear. "You need to sleep now. Aunt Agnes and I are so tired