《Moonbound – Claimed By The Alpha Brothers 》全部章節：第 21 章 - 第 30 章

Lysara burst into the room without knocking, the door slamming lightly against the wall as she rushed in, breath uneven and eyes wide with something that looked dangerously close to panic. Elowen jerked up from where she sat curled into the corner of her bed, a book resting loosely in her hands. The sudden noise snapped her out of the quiet escape she had buried herself in, her heart jumping before settling into an uneasy rhythm. She frowned, closing the book slowly as she studied Lysara. “What is it?” Elowen asked, already bracing for bad news. “Why do you look like that?” Lysara stepped closer, lowering her voice like the walls themselves might be listening. “She’s back.” Elowen blinked. “Who?” “The former Luna,” Lysara said, almost whispering now. “Lady Syreena.” For a second, Elowen just stared. The words hung in the air before it hit her all at once. Her stomach dropped, fingers tightening unconsciously around the edge of the book. “The… mother?” she asked slowly. “The

"Do you remember the first time, Elowen?" he whispered, his hand coming up to graze her jawline. "The way you trembled, not just from fear, but from that sudden, violent awakening? I can still taste the salt of your skin from that night. I can still feel how perfectly you fit beneath me." Elowen tightened her lips, turning her face away from his touch. "I remember the shame," she spat, though her voice wavered. "I remember feeling like I was losing myself." As the thought of resistance solidified in her mind, a sudden, searing bolt of pain ripped through her body. It felt as though white-hot needles were being driven into her spine and thighs. “Ugh!" She gasped, her knees buckling, and she collapsed to the marble floor. “C'mon baby, you really need to stop.". Sorrian actually looked sorry for her. Elowen ignored him, crawling to the bed with a choked cry. Sorrian was over her in an instant, not with cruelty, but with a terrifyingly calm possessiveness. He pinned her wrists abov

The sound of fists hitting flesh and the dull thud of impact against padded flooring echoed through the stronghold, filling the massive space with a rhythm that was quickly turning uneven. Elowen stumbled back again, her breathing ragged, arms trembling as she tried to hold her stance the way Draven had shown her for what felt like the hundredth time. “No,” Draven snapped, already shaking his head before she could even reset. “You’re dropping your guard again. How many times do I have to say it?” Elowen exhaled sharply, brushing damp strands of hair from her face. “I’m trying,” she shot back, frustration creeping into her voice. “You think this is easy?” “It’s not supposed to be easy,” he replied, stepping closer, his tone tightening. “But it’s not supposed to be this slow either.” Elowen exhaled with so much frustration. “Again,” Draven ordered. Elowen forced herself back into position, ignoring the ache already settling into her muscles. Draven demonstrated the move once

Sorrian hesitated outside the door of Elowen's room, his heart hammering against his ribs like a war drum. Will he be able to pull this off? He has planned this thoroughly and has come this far. Nothing is going to change his mind. He will take his brothers' place, one after the other and none of them will touch Elowen because she belongs to him. Only him. And now, he has to play Ellion perfectly, not even little details left out. She needs to believe he is really Ellion. The door clicked shut behind him when he finally walked in. Candlelight bathed the room in a warm, golden glow, casting flickering shadows across the silk sheets of her grand bed. And there she was—waiting for him. She stood near the window, the sheer fabric of her nightdress clinging to every curve. The gown was a deep crimson, nearly transparent, with delicate lace that framed the swell of her full breasts and dipped low between her thighs. Her nipples pressed visibly against the material, already pea

The Oracle hall was colder than usual that night. Moonlight spilled through the towering crystal windows, bathing the ancient chamber in silver light while hundreds of candles flickered along the stone walls. The air smelled heavily of incense, old parchment, and wolf blood. Elowen hated this place. Every time she walked into the Oracle, something inside her felt stripped away piece by piece. Her heels echoed softly against the marble floor as she entered beside Lysara. Every eye in the hall turned toward her immediately. She felt them staring. Judging, watching and waiting. Elowen kept her chin high anyway. If they wanted a Luna, then they would get one who refused to bow. The black corset dress hugged her body tightly, silver threading glimmering under the moonlight. The slit along her thigh exposed just enough skin to scandalize the older woman seated among the elders. Her silver hair flowed freely down her back tonight, soft against the dark fabric, while the small silver