Queen Of Two Packs: Broken Luna のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

Even while Riven was devouring her lips like she was the very air he needed to breathe, Elara turned her face to look at Zara while a smug smile played on her already busy lips.Zara looked like she was about to throw up or cry or even both. Her face twisted with humiliation as she stared between both of them, her eyes shining with angry tears she was clearly trying hard not to let fall.Elara still stood close to Riven, breathing hard from the kiss she absolutely should not have just done. Fuck... how the hell would she face Riven now that she literally acted on instinct and kissed him to make his smug Beta's daughter angry?Riven’s hand was still firmly planted on her waist too.Like he had no intention of letting her go anytime soon.And from the way Zara’s eyes remained on the spot where Riven held her, Elara knew Zara noticed it too.“You're mated to him...so what? You kissed him, so fucking what? You think this changes anything?” Zara spat bitterly, glaring directly at Elara no

Elara’s chest tightened painfully at his words.No one had ever said things like that to her before.Not Lucan. Not her former pack. Not even herself.All her damn life people had spoken about her powers and the prophecy that she barely understood like it was something to be scared of. Something dangerous that needed to be controlled before it destroyed everyone around her. But Riven...Riven spoke about it like it was something natural. Something that belonged to her...like she belonged to herself, like she was stron enough to handle herself...Elara looked away quickly because suddenly her eyes were burning again, and she was honestly getting tired of crying in front of this man every five fucking minutes.Riven noticed her tears anyway. Of course he did.The man was always looking at her. His expression softened almost immediately as his thumb brushed gently beneath her eye. “Hey,” he murmured quietly. “Don’t do that.”“I’m not doing anything,” Elara muttered.“You’re thinking too

Elara stared at Riven, her mouth slightly open.“We’re really going back under the mountain?”She asked, her words hanging in the air between them. “Right now?” she added again when he didn't respond. Riven nodded, “Yes. You said it yourself , we can’t let her spread those lies. The longer we wait, the more damage she causes.”Elara swallowed hard. Now that he had agreed, she still remembered how cold the Blood Court felt last time. The stares, the whispers... and the wsy she had felt afterwards... Going back so soon made her stomach twist, but she knew she was right. Running away or ignoring it wouldn’t fix anything. It never fixed anything for her anyway. They left soon after. Riven winnowed them to the very entrance of the blood court and then stood smugly as the entrance guards shook, looking startled and scared. After quickly adjusting themselves, they came to stand behind Riven and Elara as they walked together. It was almost laughable that these wolves were even bothering

Elara grimaced at the clear need in his voice and eyes."Alpha...you need to rela—"One moment, the throne room still echoed with the silent whispers of the people as they bowed, the next, Riven’s power surged like a storm breaking. His arm tightened around her waist, and the world folded.He winnowed them out, vanishing from the dais in a swirl of shadow and star-flecked night, leaving gasps and murmurs behind. Riven didn’t care. The only thing that mattered was getting her home...their home.Riven barely let the shadows settle before his hands were on her."You were saying?" He asked coyly, bringing himself impossibly closer to her."Riven!!!"“Elara...”The way he said her name made heat rush straight through her body.His voice sounded rougher now. Hungrier.The door behind them slammed shut on its own.Elara’s back hit the wood before she could even breathe properly, and then Riven towered over her, one hand beside her head while the other gripped her waist hard enough to make he

Zara had never felt humiliation this deep before in her entire fucking life.Not when the court whispered behind her back. Not when Riven rejected her publicly. Not even when her own father stood there and allowed her punishment to happen without fighting for her.But hearing the entire Blood Court stay silent while Riven held Elara against him like she belonged there? Like she was already his queen?Zara paced back and forth in her large bedroom like a trapped wolf.House arrest.The words still tasted like poison in her mouth. She was locked inside her own father’s house, guarded day and night, treated like some criminal. All because of her. That pale-haired, weak, stolen bitch.She stopped in front of the mirror and stared at her reflection. Her eyes looked wild. Her hair was messy. She barely recognized herself anymore.“They took everything from me,” she whispered.Riven. Her status. Her future. Her dignity.The memory of Elara sitting on the throne... Riven’s throne...while he t