The Jilted Luna 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 11 - 챕터 20

Tori’s POV My eyes filled with fresh tears at his cruel words. But despite the fear clawing at my chest, I held firm. "Yes, Alpha Carlisle," I choked out, my voice shaking. "Your father saved my life from the vampires three years ago. He suffered a fatal injury because of it. And I promised him. I swore to help you stabilize this pack as your chosen mate until you could stand on your own." I lifted my tear-streaked face, locking eyes with him. "But if you kill me now, wouldn't that make his sacrifice meaningless?" For a moment, silence stretched between us. His breathing was ragged, his grip still firm. But something flickered in his eyes. Something dark. Then, before I could react, his lips crashed against mine. The force of the kiss stole my breath, my body frozen in shock. Never. Not once had I imagined this would happen. His hand traced along my cheek, gliding down to my neck until it reached my collar. His fingers brushed over the mark he had left, his touch lingering

Tori’s POV But instead of granting me release, Alpha Carlisle suddenly withdrew his fingers, his touch vanishing just as I was on the brink. The loss of sensation sent a sharp wave of frustration through me, my body trembling with unfulfilled need. "Then say it... say you won't leave," he murmured, his voice low and commanding. My lips parted, but I stubbornly bit back a response. I pouted, refusing to give in, though the ache between my thighs was unbearable. My body betrayed me—my core twitching violently in protest, desperate for the pleasure he had so cruelly stolen away. Seeing my stubbornness, he softened his approach. "Sweetheart, just say you won't leave... and I promise, I'll make you feel even better. Hmm?" His tone turned coaxing, seductive, though even he seemed surprised by the tenderness in his voice. As he spoke, he began unbuttoning his shirt with deliberate slowness, his fingers grazing over his own heated skin. Then his hands moved to his belt, the sound of

Victoria’s POVI felt like I was losing my mind in the middle of Carlisle’s constant shifts between warmth and cold distance. One moment he was distant and unreadable, and the next he was right here, overwhelming me completely. My heart struggled to keep up with him, with the way he pulled me in only to confuse me again. My thoughts were no better. They tangled over themselves as I tried to understand what he really wanted from me, and every attempt only made things more complicated.And yet, despite everything, this was the first time since he came back that he truly saw me. Really saw me. He stayed this time. He touched me without anger behind it, without that sharp edge I had grown used to. There was something else in it now. Something deeper. Something that felt raw and consuming in a way I didn’t know how to name.I didn’t know what to do with that.Still, a part of me, no matter how hard I tried to ignore it, wanted to believe this moment meant something. That it was real. That

Marcus's POV My mind wasn’t just on the logistics. No. I was brimming with curiosity. What exactly happened last night? What kind of “torture” had Victoria endured? Would she finally know her place now? Buzzing with eagerness, I abruptly changed direction, veering away from the training grounds and heading back toward the packhouse. I wanted a glimpse, just a glimpse, of what remained of the once-defiant Luna. Was she broken? Shaken? Barely clinging to consciousness? Or had Carlisle gone even further than that? My thoughts burned with expectation as I approached, eager to witness the aftermath firsthand. As Beta, I knew I wasn’t permitted to enter the fourth floor. Only the omegas responsible for cleaning and fixing the door were allowed there. Still, I waited at the base of the stairs on the third floor, pacing back and forth as I kept an eye on them, watching for the moment they would be finished. Third Person POV Upstairs, the moment the omegas noticed the door left slight

Lost in the storm of emotions swirling inside her, Victoria did not even realize when sleep finally took hold of her. One moment she was still caught in her thoughts, and the next, everything faded into darkness. Beside her, Carlisle remained awake, sitting quietly as he watched her. His expression was hidden in the dim light, his eyes unreadable as he studied her sleeping face.After a while, he shifted closer and pulled her gently into his arms. He held her carefully, almost instinctively, drawing her against his chest. Lowering his head, he buried his face in her hair and inhaled deeply. Her scent wrapped around him, soft and familiar, settling something restless inside him. It was calming in a way he had not expected, like a quiet lullaby easing his mind.For the first time since his days fighting on the frontlines, Carlisle felt a sense of peace. The tension that had lived in his body for so long finally loosened, replaced by a rare kind of stillness. That warmth stayed with him,