Wrong Bride, True Luna のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 181 - チャプター 190

AmeliaThe moment I mention Michael’s name, his face lights up with a bright smile and he rushes to welcome me in. As soon as I step inside, he places his hand on my lower back and guides me inside a vast reading room. Five healers stand around, their quiet chatter dying the moment we step in. “Everyone, I would like to introduce Aemlia, the new member of our Circle,” he says proudly and lists off the names of three men and two women present, promising I’d meet the rest soon enough. Then, he turns to face me, gently takes my hand and brings it to his mouth to press a soft, almost father-like kiss to my knuckles. “My name is Ronnald, I am the founder of the Moonward Circle.”“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” I say with a smile, then add, “all of you.” Ronnald clears his throat, “Michael is an old friend of mine,” he says with a soft smile, as if remembering memories only the two of them could share. “In fact, he was the first gifted healer I met and it was his idea to form the organiz

Logan“In fact,” Katherine keeps talking before any of us can say a word. “Luna Jane has been unwell for a long time now. I wanted to tell you,” she turns to me. “But you’ve been fighting on the front lines and I didn’t want to distract you from war, so I kept it a secret.” As much as I want to lash out on her, I can’t afford a luxury like that, so instead, I turn my attention to Derrick. “Can I have your permission to return to Ravencrest?” “Go,” Derrick nods sharply, knowing I need to be with my mother now. I turn on my heel and leave without a word, Marcel follows me, both of us ignoring Katherine’s voice as she calls after me. I actually don’t care how she returns to Ravencrest.When I step outside, there’s a car already waiting for me and I silently thank Derrick for acting so fast and arranging everything before I have to worry about it. I feel like a robot the entire drive, unable to focus on anything but the dread in the pit of my stomach. My mother, my last living parent,

AmeliaIt takes me a while, but eventually, I settle in with my baby and find a new rhythm. The healers are so helpful with everything I need, I can’t find the words to thank them for everything. I set Mira down for a nap and sneak out of our room and walk to the reading room, where everyone has gathered, clearly busy with something. Earlier, when I was in the kitchen, I noticed they’re running low on food, so I decide to fix it as a small token of help. Turning to Ronnald, I clear my throat. “How about I go out to buy some food? I noticed we’re running low on some items.” “I can go with you!” Lacey immediately offers, rising from the seat with a bright smile. I shake my head slowly, “there’s no need. Mira will sleep for at least a few hours and I really want to enjoy some fresh air alone.” “Amelia, are you sure?” Ronnald asks, concern lacing his words. “I don’t think it’s a wise idea for you to wander the woods this soon after the labor.” I wave him off with a soft smile, “I’ll

AmeliaThe guards don’t hesitate to grab me and drag me to a car parked nearby. The only positive aspect is that they’re as gentle as they can be, extra careful not to harm my baby. I spend hours in that car, trapped between the bodies of two large guards, soothing my baby and silently praying the Goddess will help us both to stay safe. When we arrive at the Ravencrest, I have no idea what I’m expecting, but it isn’t being thrown into a dark call in the dungeon. Still shaking, I hold Mira to my chest a little tighter, my eyes darting around, looking for a possible escape, but there’s none. Dread washes over me as I hear doors being slammed and the retreating footsteps of the guards. Soon, I’m left locked inside the cell with my father standing on the other side of the metal bars, looking down at me with a smirk on his lips. “Isn’t this a lovely view?” He muses and takes a step closer. “I suggest you make yourself comfortable because this cell is where you die.” Tears well up in

AmeliaAfter Katherine left, neither she nor my father bother to visit me again. I spend hours inside the cell, locked in, scared and worried. I don’t have food or water and eventually, it starts affecting me. Mira gets more fussy in my arms since while I try to nurse him, I know that without eating, I won’t be able to produce enough milk to keep my baby fed. I can already feel the early sighs of fatigue and holding Mira in my arms becomes harder with each minute passing by. Swallowing my pride, I turn to the guards and speak, “please, I need food and water. I won’t be able to go on for longer if you keep starving me.” The two guards standing near my cell laugh, one of them repeats my words in a mocking manner, making the rest of them laugh even louder. Their words rub me the wrong way, so I snarl at them. “Did you forget what my sister said already? She’s going to become your Luna soon and she’s planning to execute me on her wedding night. If I die before she can fulfil her drea