The Lycan King’s Treasured Luna のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

NARINE'S POVI wasn't prepared for the profound sorrow reflected in his eyes. It wasn't a volatile kind of pain that erupted into anger or demanded attention, it was a deep, quiet anguish that seemed to seep from his very soul. The weight of it struck me unexpectedly, wrapping around my heart like a heavy cloak, rendering me almost breathless.There was no anger in his voice when he said he would let me go either. Despite the weight of the moment, there was no trace of anger or resentment in his tone. It was as if he had already accepted the situation, and the realization hit me with an overwhelming heaviness. My heart squeezed tightly in my chest, a painful contraction that felt almost like a physical reprimand, as though it were punishing me for the hurt I had caused.I never meant to hurt him.I didn't throw his kindness back in his face because I believed it was insincere, rather, I did so out of a deep-seated fear that it might actually be genuine. The entir

NARINE'S POVI waited for him all through the night.Not a single blink of sleep touched my eyes. I sat in the middle of the bed, hugging my knees to my chest, staring at the door, willing it to open and for him to step in.But he never came.And now... the day had begun again.Light crept into the room slowly, like it was tiptoeing around, filling the space with warmth I didn't feel.My heart ached in a way I couldn't explain.This was the first time he had stayed away from the room for this long, and also the first time since I got here that he didn't sleep in here.I wrapped my arms tighter around myself.Where was he?He didn't deserve what I said.Especially when I hadn't meant it. I just... I didn't know how to not lash out when I felt scared. I didn't know how to let good things in without suspecting the worst.I reached for the tablet resting on the bedside table, my fingers trembled slightly as I swiped it open. I

Narine's POVThe second day rolled in, and still... There was no sign of Sargis.I remained by the window, barely moving, watching the pale sun rise and fall in a haze of golden clouds. Time didn't feel real anymore. The room now felt colder. I held on to the windowsill, watching the sun retreat behind the clouds.Lupercus' words echoed like a haunting lullaby in my mind."Do not attempt to give him hope if you know that at the end of the day, you would never see yourself with him."Those words struck somewhere deeper than I wanted to admit.Do I see myself with him?As a mate? As his equal? As someone who would stand beside him through fire and storm, through thorns and roses? Could I truly be someone who held his heart without crushing it under the weight of my own brokenness? Was I even capable of caring for him the way he cared for me?The thought made my throat tighten.Sargis cared without hesitation. He cared with

NARINE'S POVIt was the seventh day. Seven long, agonizing days. And still, no sign of Sargis.The loneliness had crept into me like a slow-acting poison, curling its way through my chest until it sat heavy on my lungs.I never knew loneliness could hurt like this.For most of my life, I found comfort in solitude. I built my world around silence, found solace in the walls I had so carefully constructed. I used to pride myself on not needing anyone and not depending on anyone. In fact, I reveled in the space where no one could reach me.But now?Now it felt different. The silence didn't feel safe anymore, it felt like a punishment.I curled up tighter on the sofa, wrapping his shirt tighter around me. It still smelled like him. I hadn't even realized how much I'd come to associate that scent with safety and warmth.I stared at the ceiling for what felt like hours before my gaze drifted to the book on the side table that Hasmik l

NARINE'S POVThe loud thud of the bedroom door crashing open jolted me out of sleep like a gunshot.My heart launched itself against my ribs. I sat up so fast that the world spun. My first thought was that something was wrong. But instead, standing there in the doorway like some vengeful goddess of war, was her.Hasmik sauntered in like a panther, gracious in her movement and looking every bit the sexy weapon she knew she was. Her long black coat fluttered behind her as she stepped in, her hips swayed with the kind of poise that made even silence shrink away in respect. and her dark eyes cut straight through me. I suddenly felt guilty as I remembered how our last encounter went. She took me shopping, made me laugh, gave me a piece of normal, and I threw it back in her face without any explanation. When she trusted me and I let her down. I looked around the room to avoid her piercing gaze and noticed Sargis was no longer in the room. I g