《Unforeseen Entanglement 》全部章節：第 31 章 - 第 40 章

Chapter 32Christian's knocking woke me up at an hour that should be illegal.“Sophie. Training. Now.”I cracked one eye open. It's still dark outside. “What time is it?”“Five AM. Get dressed.”“I hate you.”“You can hate me later. Connor agreed to private sessions. We're not wasting them.”I dragged myself out of bed, my body still sore from yesterday's regular training. The anonymous note was still under my pillow, burning a hole in my consciousness, but I couldn't think about that now.Christian was standing in my doorway when I opened it, and—Holy shit.He was in training gear. Tight training gear. The kind that left absolutely nothing to the imagination.“You good?” His eyebrow arched.“Yep. Totally. Very good.” I was not good. I was having thoughts that were definitely not appropriate for 5 AM.Maria appeared like some kind of morning fairy, carrying a bundle of leather gear. “Luna training outfit. Sophie, these were Christian's mother's.”My hands froze halfway to the clothes

Chapter 34I barely slept.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Jessica's worried face telling me that Compassion Challenges broke people. Not failed them. Broke them.Maria arrived at dawn with another white dress, this one softer, more flowing. Less “I'm going to fight you” and more “I'm going to cry for you.”Great.“Are you okay?” Maria's hands were gentle as she braided my hair.“Define okay.”“Fair point.” She squeezed my shoulder. “I asked around about Compassion Challenges. Nobody would tell me anything specific, but… Sophie, they're intense. Really intense.”“More intense than fighting Jake?”“Different intensity. Physical pain heals. Emotional pain…” She trailed off. “Just be careful.”Christian was waiting outside the council chamber. He looked like he hadn't slept either—clothes wrinkled, hair a mess, eyes red.“Have you been here all night?”“I couldn't leave.” He pulled me into an alcove, his hands framing my face. “Sophie, listen to me. Compassion doesn't mean fixing ever

Chapter 36The walk to Christian's suite felt like miles even though it was probably thirty seconds.My legs were shaking. Whether from exhaustion, adrenaline, or the way Christian kept looking at me like he wanted to devour me whole—honestly, it could've been any of those.“I can walk,” I protested when Christian scooped me up at his door.“I know you can.” His voice was rough. “Doesn't mean you should.”He carried me over the threshold, and the symbolism wasn't lost on me. This was it. The point of no return.Not that I wanted to return to anything.Christian kicked open the door to his suite and carried me through like I weighed nothing. Which, considering I'd just fought two challenges in one day, was probably accurate. I felt like a rag doll.“Christian—”“Don't.” He set me down carefully in his bed, his hands cupping my face with a gentleness that contradicted the tension in his jaw. “Don't tell me you're fine. Don't tell me you don't need this. I watched Vanessa land hit after

Chapter 38I woke up at dawn because apparently my body decided sleep was overrated.Christian was already awake beside me, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on my bare shoulder while he watched the sunrise through the windows.“Can't sleep?” I mumbled.“Too excited.” He pressed a kiss to my temple. “Today you officially become Shadow Ridge's Luna. Everything changes.”My stomach did a nervous flip. “No pressure or anything.”“You've already proven yourself ten times over.” His hand found mine, squeezing. “Today is just making it official.”A sharp knock interrupted whatever I was about to say.“Sophie!” Jessica's voice came through the door. “We need to get you ready!”Christian groaned. “They're early.”“They're excited.” I kissed him quickly and climbed out of bed, wrapping a sheet around myself. “Let them in before they break down the door.”Maria and Jessica burst in carrying what looked like a wedding dress made by wolves.“Holy shit,” I breathed.“Traditional Luna robes.” Maria

Chapter 40The annoying buzz of my phone dragged me from sleep at an ungodly hour. I groaned, burying my face deeper into the pillow that smelled like Christian— His side of the bed was already cold.Of course it was. The man had a thing about patrolling the borders before the sun even thought about rising.I reached out through our bond, finding that warm thread of connection that linked us together. He was alert, focused, probably running alongside Marcus and annoying the hell out of the border guards with his perfectionist Alpha tendencies.Love flooded back through the bond, mixed with amusement. He could feel me being grumpy about his early morning habits.I smiled into the pillow before forcing myself out of bed. The suite felt different now—less like Christian's space and more like *ours*. My books were stacked haphazardly on the shelves next to his business journals. My favorite throw blanket was draped over the couch. Pictures from our mating ceremony hung on the walls.We'd