The Alpha's Plump Luna のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 71 - チャプター 80

[KAEL]My blood turned to liquid fire, sparks of pure, unadulterated heat racing beneath my skin until I thought I might actually combust.Rhiannon clung to me. Her fingers raked through my hair, nails catching against my scalp with a frantic strength that made me groan into the curve of her shoulder.I nearly lost my grip on my own restraint.Pulling me closer, she angled her body against mine, shifting and arching to offer every inch of skin I could reach, and it was the most intoxicating invitation I’d ever received.'Mate. Ours.' Saen was a thunderous, jubilant presence in the back of my mind, his primal hunger a perfect, jagged mirror of the need I felt vibrating through her.He wanted to howl, to run, to hunt—but mostly, he just wanted her. We were in total alignment—Alpha and wolf, man and mate.I felt the heavy, slick heat of her desire dampening the fabric where her thighs gripped my waist—a silent, undeniable testimony of just how much she ached for me.Just as much as I bur

[RHIANNON]My cheeks burned crimson. Deep in the recesses of my mind, Nyx let out a low, satisfied purr, her primal instincts perfectly aligned with the dirty thoughts suddenly flooding my consciousness.The fire between my thighs intensified, a dull, demanding ache that made every inch of my skin feel hypersensitive. I was electric, vibrating with a need I’d never dared to acknowledge before him.I reached out, grasping his face between my palms, and crashed my lips back against his.He responded with a growl, his tongue tangling with mine in a dance that felt like a conversation, a confession. When he finally broke the contact, his lips trailed featherlight kisses down my jaw, lingering at the pulse point in my neck where my heart was drumming a frantic rhythm.'Goddess, help me.'He moved with the effortless strength of a predator, lifting me from the desk as if I weighed nothing at all. He carried me across the room to the heavy leather sofa, gently laying me back against the cool

[KAEL]The drive to the northern boundary felt like it took hours instead of minutes. Rhiannon sat beside me, silent but steady. Her scent had shifted from fear to determination—a warrior preparing for battle instead of a victim waiting to be hurt.Emrys drove with the kind of focus that meant whatever we were heading toward was serious. Three patrol vehicles followed behind us, warriors armed and ready."Tell me what we're looking at," I ordered."Claw marks." Emrys kept his eyes on the rough terrain. "Deep ones. Carved into trees in a pattern that matches old territorial warnings. The kind used before modern pack systems.""How old are we talking?""Ancient." His jaw tightened. "Pre-dating most current packs by at least two centuries."Rhiannon's hand found mine. I squeezed gently, grateful for the anchor."There's more," Emrys continued. "The rogues we killed? Their scent signatures match wolves from at least four different disbanded packs. They shouldn't have any reason to work to

[MELISSA]The walls were closing in.I paced the length of my quarters for what felt like the hundredth time, my footsteps wearing invisible grooves into the floor. Every surface mocked me—the perfectly arranged vanity, the neatly made bed, and the wardrobe full of clothes chosen specifically to catch his eye.None of it mattered.She was still standing.My hands clenched at my sides as I replayed the failed sabotage. The stage. The careful planning. The precision it had taken to weaken those support beams without making it obvious. I'd imagined Rhiannon stumbling during the assembly, Kael catching her with that protective instinct he wore like armor, and everyone seeing what I saw—weakness dressed up as Luna.Instead, she'd stood there with her chin high, looking every bit the mate Kael believed her to be.'How?' The question burned through my skull. 'How does someone so soft keep winning?'I'd underestimated her. That stung worse than the failure itself. I'd assumed gentleness meant

[KAEL]Something was wrong.I moved before thought could catch up with instinct, cupping Rhiannon's face with both hands. Her skin felt warm beneath my palms, but her hazel eyes were distant—too still, too focused—like she was memorizing me rather than seeing me.Her heart raced against the silence of the room. I could hear it—fast, uneven, frightened.The faint tremble of her lips twisted something sharp in my chest."Rhiannon?"Her name left me quietly, carefully, but she didn't respond. Didn't blink. Didn't move.That frightened me more than anger ever could.'What happened?' Saen paced restlessly beneath my skin. 'Something hurt her.''I know.'I just didn't know what. Or how to fix it.I pulled her into my arms without thinking, pressing her head against my chest where my heartbeat thundered steadily—solid, real, undeniable. I hoped she'd feel it. Hoped it would ground her the way she always grounded me.My breath came out ragged.I didn't know what I was fixing. Only that someth