Alpha Draco And His Omega Luna のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

SofiaThe estate appeared out of the dark like something from a dream I hadn't consented to having.We had been driving for what felt like an hour long enough for the fire to disappear completely from the mirror, long enough for the city lights to thin out and give way to open road, long enough for the silence inside the car to settle into something almost textured. I had stopped trying to fill it. Draco clearly had no interest in conversation, and I had no interest in giving him the satisfaction of knowing how badly I wanted to demand answers.So I watched the dark roll past the window instead, and I thought about Kara's face when they took her, and I thought about Lilly walking out with her hands folded like she was going to church, and I thought about the fire.I thought about the fire a lot.They were already gone before it started. That's what I told myself. That Xavier, the man with the apologetic eyes had done something before he lit the match. That there was a reason Draco had

SofiaThe dining room was the kind of room that made you feel underdressed just by existing in it.I was wearing the same clothes I'd been wearing at the auction, a plain dress that had seen better days and shoes that had seen even worse ones, and the room, with its long polished table and its candelabras and its walls hung with dark oil paintings of landscapes I didn't recognise, had absolutely no sympathy for that.Susan stopped at the doorway, performed a small bow that managed to exclude me entirely, and left without a word.Draco was at the head of the table.He had changed dark shirt, no tie, sleeves rolled to the forearm in a way that should not have been as arresting as it was. He was looking at something on the table in front of him, and he didn't look up immediately when I walked in, which gave me approximately three seconds to compose myself before he did.I used them."Sit," he said, when he finally looked up. Not unkindly. Not warmly either. Just a word, like sit was the

SofiaI found him in the library the next morning.He was standing at the far end of it with a book open in his hands, reading with the focused stillness of someone who had learned to be unreachable in the middle of a room full of people. He didn't look up when I came in, which I suspected was less about not hearing me and more about giving me the choice of whether to approach.I approached.He closed the book when I was a few feet away and looked at me with that steady, waiting attention."Thank you," I said. "For my grandmother."He said nothing for a moment. Then: "You don't need to thank me.""I'm choosing to, because I have to. It means a lot." I held his gaze. Something shifted in his expression that small, almost imperceptible shift I was beginning to recognise. Like I kept saying things he had not quite prepared for."She's well?" he asked."She's wonderful. She reorganised my room this morning while I was at breakfast." I paused. "I didn't ask her to. She said the chair was

SofiaThe pack found out by morning.I don't know how, I had told no one except Kara and Lilly, and Draco was not the type to make announcements over breakfast but by the time I came downstairs the following day the knowledge was already moving through the mansion like weather. I could feel it in the way people looked at me. The staff who had previously managed to look through me as though I were a piece of furniture that had been placed slightly incorrectly now looked at me directly, with expressions ranging from careful respect to barely concealed assessment.Susan looked at me like I had personally stolen something from her.I was almost impressed by the precision of her hostility. It was a very clean emotion no ambiguity, no attempt at concealment. Just a flat, cold certainty that I did not belong here and she intended to make sure I knew it."Good morning," I said, when we passed in the hallway.She said nothing and kept walking."Warm as ever," Kara murmured beside me."Leave he

SofiaThe wedding was in three weeks.I found this out not from Draco but from Gracie, who mentioned it with the careful brightness of someone delivering information they weren't entirely sure would be well received. She was right to be careful. I set down my teacup with a precision that communicated exactly how I felt about learning the timeline of my own wedding from a maid, thanked her, and went to find my intended.He was in the training yard. Again, I was beginning to understand that the training yardpp was where Draco went when he had things to work through, the physical version of the pacing I did in hallways and gardens.I stopped at the fence and waited.He finished what he was doing some kind of one-sided exercise that involved a wooden post and a level of force that had cracked it down the middle, and turned, and saw me, and went still in that particular way of his that meant he had already assessed my expression and knew approximately what was coming."Three weeks," I said