Bound to the Moon: The Exorcist's Accidental Alpha의 모든 챕터: 챕터 11 - 챕터 20

The mountain air grew thinner and colder as they crossed the invisible border into the Blackwood Ancestral Lands. Here, the snow wasn't just white; it was a pristine, untouched sheet that seemed to hum with an ancient, restless magic. The pines stood like silent sentinels, their branches heavy with frost, as if bowing to the man who sat in the passenger seat of the SUV.Caleb’s presence had shifted again. Since the slaughter on the mountain road, the "human" mask he had been wearing was cracked. He didn't look like a man anymore; he looked like a god of war returning to his temple. His golden eyes never left the treeline, his nostrils flaring as he caught scents that Scarlett’s human senses could never perceive."They are waiting," Caleb said, his voice dropping into a low, predatory rumble.Suddenly, the road ahead was blocked by four massive, black-furred wolves. They didn't growl; they simply stood there, their eyes glowing with a fierce intelligence. Scarlett slammed on the brakes

The Great Hall of the Blackwood Stronghold was transformed. Massive iron chandeliers, dripping with fresh beeswax, cast a flickering, amber glow over the long stone tables. The air was a thick, intoxicating blend of roasted venison, aged mead, and the heavy, musky scent of a thousand shifting Lycans. This wasn't a civilized gala; it was a feast of predators, a celebration of a King who had returned from the dead.Scarlett stood before the heavy oak mirror in her chambers, her fingers trembling as she adjusted the silk of her dress. It was a deep, midnight blue—the color of the sky just before a storm—and it hugged her curves in a way that felt like a challenge. She had used her Eastern arts to weave a subtle protection-seal into the hem, but she knew that tonight, her greatest shield wouldn't be magic. It would be the man waiting outside her door.A heavy knock echoed, and Caleb stepped inside.He was dressed in traditional Northern furs over a black tunic, the silver fastening at his

The lush, frozen silence of the North was a fading memory by the time the SUV crossed into the "Neutral Zone." This was a sprawling, lawless expanse between the Lycan territories and the human cities—a place where the neon lights flickered with a desperate, sickly hue and the air smelled of diesel, cheap synth-ale, and the metallic tang of blood.To the world, this was a graveyard of broken dreams. To Scarlett, it was a gauntlet.Scarlett kept her hood low, her fingers gripping the steering wheel until her knuckles turned white. This was the "Gray Market," a purgatory where monsters and men traded in things that didn't exist in the daylight. Here, the laws of the Lycan King meant as little as the laws of the Human Council. The only law was survival."Don't look them in the eye," Scarlett whispered as they drove down a narrow street lined with underground fighting pits. "In this place, a single glance is considered a challenge to the death. The rogues here aren't looking for a leader;

The air inside the clinic turned bone-chillingly cold, a frost blooming across the glass jars of the laboratory as Scarlett felt her physical form become an anchor of dead weight. Her consciousness, however, was vibrating with a frantic energy, like a moth beating its wings against a silken cocoon."Caleb, stop!" she croaked, forcing her body to sit up. Her voice was a dry rasp, but it carried an authority that cut through the heavy air.Caleb froze at the doorway. He turned, his golden eyes burning with a wild, fractured light—a mix of terror and the raw, unadulterated violence born from the thought of losing her. He had already lost his throne, his memories, and his dignity; he would not let the universe take her too. "The doctor said you need the residue of the Lunar Key. Julian has it. I will take it. It is simple.""It isn't simple. That building is a fortress of silver-wire traps and mental-static arrays specifically designed to lobotomize a Lycan," Scarlett said, reaching into

The roar of the helicopter’s blades eventually faded into the howling winds of the Northern peaks. As the Blackwood Stronghold came into view, its obsidian spires piercing the thick, gray clouds like a crown of thorns, a profound shift occurred in the air. The "Mark" on Caleb’s neck, once a faint and desperate lie, was now glowing with a steady, silver light—a resonance of the Lunar Key fragment tucked safely within Scarlett’s palm.Caleb stepped onto the landing pad, his presence no longer that of a hunted man, but of a King who had walked through the fire and returned with the sun in his hand. He carried Scarlett in his arms, her head resting against his shoulder, her breath shallow but steady.Fenris and the other high-ranking warriors were already there, their faces masks of shock and disbelief. They had seen the news from the South—the collapse of the Thorne tower, the rumors of a silver wolf dancing through the flames."My King," Fenris whispered, dropping to one knee as the sno