The Lycan King’s Treasured Luna のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

Narine's POVTime moved differently now. Not slower or faster. Just... quieter. The kind of quiet that slipped into my bones like warm water.It had been another two and a half months since everything changed.Since I screamed and found my voice. Since I whispered my thanks over warm milk, and I kissed the inside of silence, and let someone stay beside me.Sargis.We were in a much better place now. Not perfect, but closer. Closer than I'd ever thought possible.I spoke with him now. Freely, when I wanted to. Quietly, when I didn't. He never pushed for more. And I found myself offering him pieces of me just because he made room for them.He kept his promise about his mother, too. Not once had I seen her again, not even in passing. It was like he'd built an entire barrier around me.I'd started leaving the palace, too. Not on my own, not yet, but with Hasmik.She was different.I didn't know what changed or when, but somehow, in the spaces between morning walks and late-night giggles,

SARGIS POVI maneuvered my way through the grand, echoing hallways of the palace, my footsteps muffled by the expansive carpet that adorned the floor. The intricate patterns danced beneath my feet as I made my way towards my room, lost in my thoughts. I exhaled sharply, a mix of frustration and hope swirling within me. Narine. Her name lingered in my mind like a haunting melody, pulling me back to the day she had first arrived at the palace, so vulnerable and distant from the world she once knew. Reflecting on our journey, I couldn't help but marvel at how far we had come. There had been moments of tension, silence that felt insurmountable, and miscommunications that echoed through our interactions. Yet now, things had improved, though not by any means perfect. But there was a lightness in the air lately. Our conversations had grown more frequent. Narine, once reserved and hesitant, had even begun to take the initiative, sparking discussions that felt like warm sunlight breaking th

Sargis POVI was halfway through sealing the third decree of the day, my fingers were smudged with wax, when my phone buzzed. The screen lit up and it was a call from Hasmik.I smiled, the tension I didn't realize I'd been holding easing slightly. It had been barely three hours since Narine left, but the quiet already felt like a stretch of eternity. I missed her. Missed the sound of her voice, and the curve of her frownI pressed the phone to my ear. "Hand the phone to her," I ordered, already imagining her reluctant smile."I wish I could, Sargis."There was hesitation in her voice"Cut it out, Hasmik. Not in the mood." I drawled, she was playing one of her usual dramatic games."I'm serious, Sargis. She whispered. "I can't find her. I, I've looked everywhere, but it's like she just vanished."The silence on my end was thunderous.My body locked up so tight I thought I might shatter from the pressure alone."Hasmik..." I muttered slowly, "this isn't funny."Her breath hitched. "You

Sargis's POVEvery second she wasn't with me scraped another layer off my sanity.I paced the length of the room once more, her lingering scent wrapping around me like a bittersweet memory. The floor-to-ceiling windows loomed above, casting pale moonlight across the cool stone floor, creating shimmering patterns that seemed to taunt my restless movements. Each step felt heavy, as if the very air was charged with an unbearable weight. I couldn't bring myself to sit, my thoughts were a chaotic storm that refused to settle, and each shallow breath I took only deepened the hollow ache in my chest, making it expand a little wider with every fleeting moment. She was gone, and the reality of that truth carved an emptiness in me that echoed through the silence of the room. Hours had slipped away, stretching into a suffocating silence that hung heavily in the air. My heart raced as I felt the weight of the uncertainty pressing down on me. Frustrated, I dragged both hands down my face, feelin

Sargis's POVThe moment my boots hit the pavement, I didn't stop.She was frozen where she stood, the wind tugged at her hair, and her eyes were wide with fear. My heart thundered like a war drum inside my chest as I closed the distance between us until we were mere inches apart.I wrapped her in my arms, relieved.Her body went rigid in surprise, then she sagged against me. I buried my face in her hair, breathed her in, like she was the oxygen I'd been denied for too long. I cradled the back of her head while the other roamed gently down her spine."You're okay!" I murmured roughly. My fingers ghosted along her arms, her back, her sides.. everywhere I could reach without making her flinch. "Did anyone hurt you? Did you eat? Are you..." My voice cracked, and I shut my eyes for a beat. "Fuck, Narine..."I held her back a little so I could see her face.She tried to speak, but I shook my head, gently but firmly."Not now," I whispered. "We'll ta