The Moon's Chosen Mate のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

‎Back at Black Creek, the pack buzzed with excitement.‎‎News of the council meeting spread quickly.‎‎The Moon Goddess herself had clearly marked Lyra.‎‎Even the skeptical Alphas had no choice but to accept it.‎‎Lyra sat beside the creek with Sierra, still processing everything.‎‎“So let me get this straight,” Lyra said slowly.‎‎“Light from the sky appeared… and everyone started kneeling.”‎‎Sierra smiled warmly.‎‎“That was the Moon Goddess blessing you.”‎‎Lyra rubbed her temples.‎‎“I didn’t even do anything.”‎‎Sierra chuckled.‎‎“You don’t need to.”‎‎Lyra looked at her.‎‎“What does this mean exactly?”‎‎Sierra’s expression grew thoughtful.‎‎“It means you’re destined to become Luna.”‎‎Lyra frowned.‎‎“And that means?”‎‎Sierra gestured toward the pack village.‎‎“A Luna isn’t just an Alpha’s mate.”‎‎“She’s the heart of the pack.”‎‎Lyra watched wolves moving through the clearing.‎‎Children laughing.‎‎Pack members working together.‎‎“That’s… a

The Goddess Awakens‎‎That night, Lyra couldn’t sleep.‎‎She stood beneath the moon again, staring up at the glowing silver light.‎‎Her chest felt warm.‎‎Almost… familiar.‎‎Lucian approached quietly.‎‎“You scared every wolf within fifty miles today.”‎‎Lyra laughed nervously.‎‎“Sorry.”‎‎Lucian stepped beside her.‎‎“Lyra… what you did wasn’t normal.”‎‎“I figured.”‎‎He studied her carefully.‎‎“That power felt like the Moon Goddess herself.”‎‎Lyra stared at the sky.‎‎“That’s impossible.”‎‎Lucian didn’t answer.‎‎High above them, the Moon Goddess watched with growing amusement.‎‎Because the moment was getting closer.‎‎The moment when Lyra would finally remember who she truly was.‎‎And when that happened…‎‎The world of wolves would never be the same again.‎‎The forest surrounding Black Creek Pack felt uneasy in the days following the strange surge of power Lyra had released.‎‎Even the wind moved differently.‎‎Wolves patrolling the territory spoke

‎Meanwhile, Sierra had taken Lyra under her wing.‎‎They walked through the pack village together, greeting members and checking on daily tasks.‎‎At first Lyra felt awkward.‎‎People bowed their heads respectfully when she passed.‎‎Some even called her Future Luna.‎‎Lyra leaned toward Sierra and whispered,‎‎“This is uncomfortable.”‎‎Sierra chuckled.‎‎“You’ll get used to it.”‎‎Lyra frowned.‎‎“I’m not royalty.”‎‎Sierra stopped walking and looked at her gently.‎‎“You’re more important than royalty.”‎‎Lyra blinked.‎‎“How?”‎‎Sierra gestured toward the wolves working nearby.‎‎“Lucian leads with strength.”‎‎“But a Luna leads with heart.”‎‎Lyra watched a young pup run across the clearing.‎‎“And you think I can do that?”‎‎Sierra smiled warmly.‎‎“I know you can.”‎‎‎That afternoon something strange happened again.‎‎Lyra was helping Sierra organize medical supplies when she suddenly felt a strange pulse through her body.‎‎Warm.‎‎Bright.‎‎Almost li

‎Meanwhile Sierra had brought Lyra to the large gathering hall.‎‎Several elder wolves sat around a table covered in old scrolls and ceremonial items.‎‎Lyra looked confused.‎‎“Why does this feel like a history class?”‎‎Sierra smiled.‎‎“Because it is.”‎‎One of the elder wolves spoke gently.‎‎“If Lucian wins the coming battle, the next step will be the Luna Ceremony.”‎‎Lyra blinked.‎‎“That sounds serious.”‎‎“It is.”‎‎Sierra picked up a silver pendant shaped like a crescent moon.‎‎“This is worn by the Luna of Black Creek.”‎‎Lyra touched the pendant carefully.‎‎It pulsed faintly with warmth.‎‎Just like the strange power inside her.‎‎“Why does this feel familiar?” she whispered.‎‎Sierra watched her carefully.‎‎“Maybe because you were always meant to wear it.”‎‎Lyra laughed nervously.‎‎“That’s a lot of pressure.”‎‎But deep inside her chest…‎‎Something ancient stirred.‎‎‎Far across the mountains, Alpha Darius prepared his own wolves.‎‎Ironclaw P

‎The next morning Sierra knocked on Lyra’s cabin door.‎‎“Wake up!”‎‎Lyra groaned.‎‎“It’s too early for enthusiasm.”‎‎Sierra walked in carrying a bundle of fabric.‎‎“Today we start preparing for your Luna Ceremony.”‎‎Lyra sat up.‎‎“Oh right.”‎‎Sierra opened the bundle.‎‎Inside was a stunning white gown woven with silver thread that shimmered like moonlight.‎‎Lyra’s eyes widened.‎‎“That’s beautiful.”‎‎“It’s traditional.”‎‎Lyra touched the fabric gently.‎‎“Am I really doing this?”‎‎Sierra smiled warmly.‎‎“You love him, don’t you?”‎‎Lyra hesitated only a second.‎‎“Yes.”‎‎Sierra nodded.‎‎“Then the ceremony is just the world catching up with what your heart already knows.”‎‎Lyra smiled softly.‎‎“I like that answer.”‎‎‎But far beyond the celebration…‎‎Darius was still alive.‎‎Humiliated.‎‎Broken.‎‎And furious.‎‎He stood in a dark cavern speaking to a group of rogue wolves.‎‎“The king believes he has won,” Darius growled.‎‎The rogues