Luna of the North のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 81 - チャプター 90

GabrielaI don't know where we're headed until we finally make it back to the edge of town and head for the healer without stopping. Elijah's arm is draped over my shoulder, his unsteady faltering from all of the blood he's lost reminding me too much of when I had to do it for Aaron not that long ago.Fate has a cruel way of reminding me of things I'd rather forget—bringing things full circle into a picture I never wanted to lay my eyes on ever again.I left my feelings for Elijah back in Redwood. Resigning myself into moving on was the only way I could survive this long without him.And with that, I found someone else who treated me well, had me feeling those same embers of desire that I once had for my fated mate.Staring at Aaron's back as he leads us through town to the healer's clinic is torturous. His gait falters ever so slightly, barely detectable to anyone if you weren't used to staring at him. He's hurt just as much as Elijah is, but is refusing to show it.When we finally g

GabrielaMy blood is practically boiling as I traipse down the hall, my mind spinning from Elijah's words.Even now, I can't deny the draw I feel to him in his presence, but despite that deep, twisting feeling, I know it isn't the same as it once was.Memories flash in my brain of that fateful night. The night this bond snapped into place, the night Elijah first came to me. The night he took me over and over again.That night, it had all seemed endless, perfect. Like nothing and no one could touch us.How wrong I'd been."Gabriela..." Raya's voice pulls me from my thoughts, and I stop dead in my tracks.I look up, seeing her familiar face, and the pain comes back. All of it.I barely open my mouth before she is in front of me, pulling me into her arms."Raya..." I mean to speak solidly, but my voice comes out barely a whisper.Her arms wrap around me, familiar. Warm.But I can feel a slight tremor in her touch, almost as if she is afraid. But what would Raya have to fear at this momen

ElijahWith the reputation that precedes him, I half expect the Southern King to throw me in a dungeon. Instead, I find myself in a room that is most certainly fit for guests of stature.The gesture only makes me even more suspicious of his intentions.Gabriela's words echo in my head, my brain turning them over and over, trying to understand.She said Hampton plans to claim this child as his.My child.The notion of any alpha claiming another man's child as his own is absurd, let alone claiming one as an heir to his throne.Unless Hampton plans to use Gabriela and our baby to take my kingdom.It would be the smart thing to do, although Gabriela certainly doesn't seem to suspect him of plotting it. Then again, for all her charms, she has no idea what sordid things happen behind closed doors when it involves alphas and kingdoms—the choices one must make to protect their people or the things we must do to keep things peaceful.Like agreeing to take a Luna before you discover your fated

AaronGabriela has been gone far too long for my liking, and I am more than agitated. I gave up trying to entertain her friend Raya, who seemed exhausted—likely from their journey and whatever had transpired between her and Gabriela.Rose would not divulge what exactly that had been, no matter how hard I pushed, which only irritated me further. Which is why I have taken it upon myself to tend to my plants—if only to keep myself from going mad, all things considered.I know Gabriela will eventually come to me, and she will likely have something to say about my having claimed her.I had hoped we could have taken our time and done things right, but I couldn't let her waltz into the room with my enemy without some form of protection.Who is to say Elijah would not have resorted to such tactics himself? It seems his sights are set on having her, and he truly believes he can come here and take what is mine.But as I stood there, as Gabriela begged me to trust her, I knew there was only one

GabrielaI swing my legs out of the bed, taking in the sight of myself in the mirror across from the bed.After our tryst in the greenhouse, Aaron was called away by Wren. I supposed it must have had something to do with Elijah, but when I questioned him once he'd returned to his quarters, he did not seem keen on talking.And quite frankly, I couldn't say I disagreed, because the moment his lips found mine and he pressed me against the wall, I lost all sight of everything too.My body still aches from our endless night of sex—something that I know now is pertinent to the bond solidifying itself.Having been down this road before, I should be wary, but Aaron's claim, his acceptance...it fills me with hope.I do not fear Aaron will break my heart or my soul. He has proven he is more than capable of guarding such things.A knock at my door pulls me from my thoughts, and I quickly find my dress.My heart beats faster, and the heat returns, and I know, without having to open the door, who