Revenge of Flame Luna のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

LuluThe night was still thick with mist when Morpheus truly looked at me—as though he needed one last assurance that I was truly there for him.Something unspoken flickered in his eyes, something deep enough to make warmth spread beneath my skin the moment our lips met. The mist wrapped itself around us, soft and cool, yet carrying that strange thrill like.When he broke the kiss, I finally drew in a proper breath. What had happened just moments ago felt like quenching a thirst I hadn't even realised had been consuming me.His fingers traced my cheek, gentle enough to send a trail of tingling heat down my skin. A soft spark travelled from my face to my chest. Yet the instant Morpheus drew me against his chest, that flame expanded without hesitation.“I want to hear it from you,” he murmured, his voice low and caught between the slowly shifting mist. “Do you truly want me?”That question alone shattered the last of my boundaries—those fragile walls I’d kept standing to protect myself

Lulu“So,” Alpha Caspian said, “what’s your answer, Lulu?”His voice was calm. The kind of calm that told me he wouldn’t accept half-truths or polite smiles. I stood in the middle of the boutique, surrounded by expensive outfits that felt more intimidating than a room full of Alphas.Honest. The word dried out my throat.I glanced left, then right, searching for anything that could distract him. Mirrors. Mannequins. The exit. Even the price tags, which honestly made me want to faint.“Alpha, I…”The sound was loud and sharp. It naturally came from my own stomach.I froze. My face burned. In my entire life, I’d never been this grateful to be hungry.Alpha Caspian went quiet for a few seconds. Then his eyebrow lifted slightly. For the first time since the conversation began, he let out a soft laugh.“You’re hungry,” he said.I hugged my stomach and nodded. “A bit.”“My fault.” He checked his watch, then glanced at the cashier. “I took too long.”He paid for all the clothes he’d chosen—b

LuluI did what I was told.It was the least me decision I’d ever made, but for once, I actually listened to Dr Allen. One full day of rest. No stubborn Lulu. No sneaking off anywhere.He said I needed my strength. And, honestly, it made sense—I had to be healthy if I wanted to go with Caspian to the Crystal Ice Pack.Strangely enough, that was the reason that finally convinced me.Dalila barely left my side that day. The young omega moved quietly but efficiently, like she was afraid even her footsteps might crack me open. Caspian had clearly given her very detailed instructions—too detailed, if you asked me.He acted like an overprotective older brother dealing with a rebellious little sister, which was ridiculous considering he was actually younger than me. I figured it had something to do with the pregnancy hormones turning me into a soft, needy woman.“Alpha Caspian really treats you differently,” Dalila said suddenly as she adjusted my pillows.Right on cue. I’d only just been th

LuluI drank the Identity Flux before we left the chamber, the liquid faintly iridescent and cold against my tongue. My body reacted almost immediately—bones adjusting, muscles tightening, skin warming as my reflection shifted into someone taller, more refined.Someone who looked like my mother.Caspian waited by the door, already dressed in formal northern attire, his dark coat trimmed with frost-thread, Sapphire Water’s insignia pinned neatly to his chest, and when his eyes lifted to me, something flickered there: recognition, approval, restraint.“You’re ready,” he said.Not you look different or stunning. Just that. What did I expect?The Crystal Ice Pack tour gathered at the lower terrace, where ice architecture opened into vast corridors carved directly into the mountain. Our guide—a young she-wolf with pale lashes naturally dusted with frost—welcomed us with a practiced smile.“Crystal Ice Pack was built to breathe with the mountain,” she explained as we walked. “Nothing here i

LuluI didn’t fall asleep straight away after Caspian’s words lingered in the air.The room was quiet, broken only by our breathing—two different rhythms, both trying to settle after what happened in the labyrinth garden earlier. I stared at the ceiling, but my thoughts drifted far away, wandering through the uncertainty of my own future.“You asked how I knew,” Caspian finally said quietly. “I knew because of Niobe.”I turned my head.“Niobe?” My voice was barely a whisper.“She’s the one who made the potion for you,” he went on. “She also knows about your heart.”My heart—the one that wasn’t truly mine—throbbed faintly. It pulsed with borrowed life, sustained by a sacrifice that gave me a second chance to exist.“She told me,” Caspian continued, “that the heart keeping you alive isn’t a werewolf’s heart.”I swallowed hard.“It’s the heart of a fire-element witch,” he said. “Your mother’s.”I closed my eyes. For the first time since that secret became a weight dragging down every ste