บททั้งหมดของ Luna Rossi: Alpha's Little Human Mate: บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

Dimitri’s words echoed in the silence of the bunker. Five hundred years old.I sat frozen, my mind racing. Dante had told me he sealed my power to hide me from the Council. But Dante claimed to be barely over a century old.If Dimitri was telling the truth—and his fear seemed genuine—then Dante was lying. Either he was much older than he claimed, or he wasn't the one who sealed me.Who are you, really, Uncle?"Can Lycans shift?" I asked suddenly, grasping for any piece of logic.Dimitri blinked, thrown off by the change in subject. "Most don't need to. I do it occasionally to mask my scent. Why?""Just wondering." I had seen Dante shift. I had ridden on his back. That part, at least, was real. But the rest? The history? The seal? It felt like sand slipping through my fingers.Dimitri sighed, his patience returning. He walked back to me, placing his hands on the table."We can discuss your imminent detonation later," he said softly. "Right now, you have a debt to pay."I stiffened. "Th

I didn't sleep anymore. I simply lost consciousness.My body would shut down without permission, usually in the middle of a sentence or a stride. I would wake up hours later on the floor of my study, or slumped over the steering wheel of my car, my muscles locked in a rictus of tension.Eight days.She had been gone for eight days.To a human, eight days is a vacation. To a mated wolf, it is an eternity. It is a slow, agonizing amputation. The bond—that golden, singing thread that connected my soul to hers—had gone silent. It wasn't broken; if she were dead, I would be dead. But it was stretched so thin it hummed with a constant, low-frequency pain that felt like a migraine in my soul.I sat up, peeling my cheek off the cold hardwood floor of the study. My back screamed in protest."You look like hell," a voice said.Jack was sitting on the sofa, spinning a set of keys around his finger. He looked exhausted, too, but he was holding it together better than I was. He had to. One of us h

"Two Rogues," Jack said, his voice clipped. "One got past the perimeter.""How?" I demanded, striding out of the office. "We doubled the guards.""I let her in," Jack admitted, keeping pace with me as we descended the stairs. "She asked for you by name. She said she knows where Luna is."My heart stopped. For a split second, the world tilted on its axis.I broke into a run.I burst out the front doors, scanning the courtyard. Reagan and Tim were standing near the fountain, guarding a huddled figure.It was a woman. Her blonde hair was matted with dirt, her clothes torn and stained. She looked terrified, flinching as I approached."Is this her?" I asked Reagan, my voice dangerously low.The woman looked up. Her eyes were wide, blue, and familiar."You," I whispered. "You were at the festival."It was the woman who had helped Marcus take her. The decoy.Rage, hot and blinding, surged through me. My claws extended, tearing through the leather of my gloves."Where is she?" I roared, closi

Consciousness was a flickering candle in a hurricane.I remembered the impact—my spine colliding with the pine tree. I remembered the wolf’s jaws snapping inches from my face. And I remembered Dante, standing like a god of vengeance in the clearing.But after that? Darkness. Fragmented images.I saw a face hovering over me. Mismatched eyes—one blue, one violet? Or one black?"Stay with me," a voice growled. It sounded like Dante. Or maybe Liam.Then, a sharp prick in my arm. A rush of cold liquid that chased away the fire in my back.I drifted. Floating in a void where pain didn't exist.When I finally surfaced, the silence was heavy.I opened my eyes. I was lying on a cot in a small, wood-paneled room. It looked like the interior of the cabin I had run from.My body felt like it had been put through a meat grinder. My back throbbed with a dull, persistent ache, and my limbs felt heavy, weighed down by the aftermath of the adrenaline crash and whatever drug they had given me.I looked

I was going to die here.The thought wasn't frantic; it was calm, factual. My body was shutting down. The cold of the Godelin mountains was seeping into my bones, freezing the sweat on my skin, while the fire across my back burned with a feverish heat.My hand came away from my spine slick with fresh blood. Charlie’s claws had gone deep, shredding the silk pajamas and the skin beneath.Weak, a voice whispered in my head. It sounded like Dimitri. You are weak."Shut up," I rasped, forcing one foot in front of the other.I looked at the fire raging through the trees ahead. It was a beacon. A lighthouse in a sea of black pine.Liam is there.I stumbled, catching myself on a rough trunk. "Just... a little further."The sounds of battle grew louder—a cacophony of snarls, breaking timber, and wet, heavy thuds. I pushed through a dense thicket of briars, ignoring the thorns tearing at my legs, and burst into the clearing.I stopped, my breath hitching in a painful gasp.The world was burning