บททั้งหมดของ The Alpha's Moon Marked Luna: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 15

GavenI shouldn’t be here.That thought is a thin, useless thing, like paper held up against a storm, because my body already chose what to do before my mind could argue. I’m in the corner of her room, pressed into shadow that shouldn’t be capable of hiding a man my size, breathing so quietly I can’t hear myself at all.Fern lies in the bed as if she doesn’t know how to take up space. She is curled in on herself, shoulders drawn in, knees tucked, as though she can make her body smaller by force of will. The nightgown she wears is plain cotton, but it clings to her anyway. It is caught at her waist and hip, tracing the gentle slope of her stomach and the line of her thigh. It makes me shift awkwardly as my cock grows hard.She is underweight.I can see it even from here. The slight hollow beneath her cheekbones. The narrowness of her wrists. The way the fabric drapes where it shouldn’t. It infuriates something in me so hot and sharp it tastes like metal.‘Mine,’ Riddick rumbles, low a

GavenThe seat beside me is empty. It shouldn’t matter. I’ve eaten at this table a thousand times, held council here, broken bread with warriors who would die at my word. Chairs are furniture. Space is space.And yet, the moment she steps into the room, my focus narrows until everything else around me dulls.Fern pauses at the edge of the dining hall, clearly overwhelmed, her gaze sweeping the packed tables with something close to panic. She looks different this morning. Not transformed, just… cared for. The dress she wears fits her properly, soft fabric skimming her frame instead of hanging from it. Her hair is smoothed back from her face, still wild at the ends, still hers.She is stunning, there is no other word for her, and I don’t miss how the other men in the room notice her. As she gets closer, I catch her scent. She smells like wildflowers. Not the kind of scent that is strong or cloying. No, her scent is subtle and clean, like the scent of a field after it rains. It cur

GavenI follow them. Not close enough to be noticed. Not far enough to lose her. I can’t help myself. I know Mara would never hurt her, but I need to know that she is safe. Mara moves through Blackmoor like she was born in its bones, all easy confidence and quick laughter, her hand looped through Fern’s wrist as if claiming her by association alone. Fern lets herself be pulled along. Her steps are hesitant at first, then they ease as they move deeper into the castle.She smiles. It’s small and cautious, but real. I catalogue it immediately.I do that with every person she meets. Who causes her to smile. How long it lasts. Whether it fades too quickly.She listens more than she speaks, eyes wide as Mara gestures and explains, “this corridor leads to the east wing, that stairwell is best avoided during shift hours, those doors stay locked unless you want to interrupt something you’ll regret seeing.”Fern absorbs it all like someone who’s never been allowed to belong anywhere lon