The Lycan King’s Treasured Luna のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

NARINE'S POVSomehow, I didn't know how to feel hearing that Sargis had a fuckmate.Or that she was currently in the palace.The word alone scraped something raw inside me.Fuckmate it was so crude and functional.It wasn't as if I'd expected celibacy, especially not from a Lycan King. Sex was casual here, almost ritualistic among Alphas and warriors. In their world, where death could come with the next moonrise, pleasure was taken urgently, without apology.I'd always known that. Had told myself I understood the difference between what was primal and what was personal. Between instinct and intention.But still.There was this tang in my chest. Like the taste of blood when you've bitten your own tongue but pretend it doesn't sting.I wasn't jealous, I don't think. I had no claim on Sargis. Not truly. Not yet. But something inside me recoiled at the idea of him with another. At the knowledge that another woman had mapped

NARINE'S POVI didn't realize how tightly I'd been holding myself together until I leaned my head against him.And god, it felt... right. His shoulder was broad and warm beneath my cheek, and his scent wrapped around me like a second skin. I didn't understand it fully, this instinct, and pull. But I followed it anyway.It wasn't even about the kiss, not entirely. It was about how easily she'd touched him.I hadn't earned the right to feel this way.We weren't bound yet, hadn't exchanged vows or promises or even begun to understand what it meant to be his mate.Still, the ache behind my ribs tightened when I remembered the way her lips had found his. The way his hands had hovered at his sides, while my chest burned like I'd been branded from the inside out."She's really pretty," I whispered before I could stop myself.Sargis stiffened beside me. "Narine..""It's not a competition," I interjected. "I know that. And even i

"Is there a banquet?" she asked innocently, blinking at the array of plates.I chuckled as I flipped the batter in the cast-iron pan. "Thankfully, no. I'm making breakfast. For us."She gasped softly. "All this is for breakfast?"I nodded, amused at her wide-eyed awe. "You deserve more than the usual assortment of meals.""Is there anything I can help with?" she offered, already moving closer.I recognized that tone immediately. It was that familiar inflection that conveyed a subtle yet unmistakable desire to contribute. She was clearly trying to ensure that she didn't come across as someone who was being served or, worse, someone who felt indebted to me in any way. And she had made it clear that it was important to her that our interaction felt balanced, rather than her simply receiving help or favors without any effort on her part. "Yeah," I replied, sliding the pan toward her. "I need you to keep turning this batter while I start on the third c

Narine's povIt was just past seven in the morning. The sunlight filtered gently through the curtains, painting the walls in golden hues. The air felt fresh and crisp, but I couldn't quite bask in it. Not fully. Sargis had already left, something about matters in the southern borders needing his oversight. He hadn't said much when he left, just gave me a small nod and whispered that he'd return by midday, right after he ordered breakfast to be brought to my room.And now, I was alone.The silence pressed in slowly, like fog rolling over a sleepy village. I wandered through the suite barefoot, dragging my fingers along the velvet edges of the furniture, trying to chase away the restlessness creeping into my bones. I hated how quickly boredom settled in when he wasn't around. It wasn't just the absence of his presence, it was the absence of distraction.Because without distraction, my thoughts became too loud.I tried not to think about her, the ex.

NARINE'S POV I didn't know why I let Hasmik talk me into this.Maybe it was her hopeful smile, or maybe I was just tired of hiding in the dark while the world spun on without me.But now, sitting at the head of a long, intimidatingly polished obsidian dining table, I felt like prey in a den full of Lycans.The atmosphere was awkward as fuck.Sargis' father sat at the far end of the table, his sheer presence was enough to make the air feel heavier. The man was a mountain, bigger than Sargis, with broader shoulders, thick arms that looked carved from stone, and a silver-streaked beard that made him appear even more commanding. His eyes, though less wild than Sargis', held an ancient weight like he'd seen a hundred battles and survived them all.Now I knew exactly who Sargis got his brutal handsomeness and stature from.Onika lounged directly across from him, with her legs crossed elegantly, and her perfectly arched brow raised just