Revenge of Flame Luna のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

LuluThere was no moonlight slipping through my window tonight. Only the soft patter of rain, falling steadily as if trying to soothe the tightness that had been sitting in my chest for hours. For some reason, I wanted nothing more than to sit by the window and watch the droplets slide down the glass.Until a hand wrapped around my waist from behind. Warm with commandement but familiar too.I turned. He stood so close, looking at me as though I was the only thing that mattered in his world.“Let me, Lulu,” he whispered.I nodded before my mind caught up. My body moved on instinct—he could do anything he wanted to me. His lips traced along my neck, his breath brushing my skin and sending a shiver straight down my spine.My heart hammered as his fingers framed my face. “May I know who you are?” I breathed, trying to understand what lay behind those deep blue eyes.“I’m… your second chance. Your destiny. Your ecstasy,” he said.“That’s not what I meant…” I murmured, frustrated—only for h

LuluI followed the trail with my breath caught in my throat. Four wet wolf prints slowly shifted into two human footprints.They led me to a small gazebo tucked away in the quietest corner of the pack house grounds, right in front of a swimming pool so murky it looked abandoned—algae everywhere, dead leaves floating on top like forgotten confetti.I scanned the place carefully. In all my time here, I’d never once wandered into this hidden corner. Ivy crawled over the gazebo’s walls, wild and unrestrained, as if no one had bothered to trim it for years. The air was colder here, sharp against my skin, as though this part of the estate had been cut off from the celebration happening back in the main hall.I was just about to turn around when a sound slipped through the night. A low, restrained groan—a man’s voice. I recognised it instantly. Before my brain could decide whether to flee or stay, another sound followed—louder, needier, and honestly… disgusting enough to make me consider ja

LuluThe magical grip dragging me into the centre of the room finally dissolved… only to be replaced by dozens of eyes burning into my skin—hotter than my own elemental fire.The ritual symbols carved into the floor still glowed gold-red, growing brighter as I was pulled closer. The underground air was damp, but the heavy stench of sorcery dried out my throat instantly.“We’ve got an uninvited guest,” the sorcerer with one eye covered announced.So he was the one who dragged me here. His aura slithered across my skin like smoke—powerful, invasive—even without using a binding spell. Meanwhile, the chubby little sorcerer who had caught me hiding squeaked like an excited donkey, clearly thrilled with his “catch.”Whispers sparked around the circle.“That’s her…”“The last elemental fire wolf…”“Her blood can open the path…”A chill shot through my spine. Path? Don’t tell me this is some gateway to something awful.Someone stepped forward—a frail old man in a dark green robe, dried twigs

CaspianShe was standing there. Lulu. Her small frame, that fiery red hair tangled with thin cobwebs, and those wide eyes tracing the ancient shelves like a child caught stealing sweets. Her face paled the second she saw me — but that wasn’t what lit my fury.What made me snap was her blatant disregard for my words.“I told you not to come here.” My voice dropped an octave, almost a growl. “Are you deliberately trying to challenge me?”Lulu stepped back. “I was just looking for a book—”“You disobeyed.”The emotion bursting in my chest was too fast, too vicious — so wild I barely recognised myself. I felt my claws sliding out on instinct alone — alpha instinct, not reason.I grabbed her shoulders, pushing her against the wall. “How many times do I have to tell you to stay safe?!”She jolted, and gods, I didn’t want to hurt her. I only wanted her to stop. To understand how dangerous this place was. But my emotions moved quicker than my mind. Far too quick. My claws shifted fully as I s

Lulu I didn’t know when my breathing started getting this heavy every time I’m near Alpha Caspian. Maybe it was after he held me like a man terrified of losing his entire world. Or when the way he looked at me changed—darker, deeper, more… painful. Or maybe it was when I realised that whatever was happening between us wasn’t just about him and me. There was Morpheus between us—and something binding the three of us together in ways I simply couldn’t understand. And today, that frustration reached its breaking point. “I said stop following me,” I hissed as we made our way up the stairs toward my room. Caspian walked half a step behind me—silent, expression unreadable. As usual. Like an Alpha who hides his thoughts behind a thick wall of fog. “I’m not following you,” he murmured. “You’ve been on my heels since the studio—and honestly, I don’t even know how long you’ve been lurking around just to get on my nerves.” “That was a coincidence.” I stopped abruptly and spun around, gi