The Rejected Luna’s Revenge:THE VAUGHN REIGN BOOK 2 のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

Cameron didn't move. He stood like a statue of salt and iron, his eyes locked on the heavy oak doors of the healing sanctuary. I stood beside him, the silence of the Northlands' night pressing in on us.The ritual of the surgery stretched until the moon was high and pale.When Patricia Bloom finally pushed open the doors, my heart hammered against my ribs like a trapped bird. I couldn't stop the words from spilling out. "Tell me! Did the Great-Luna survive?""The procedure was a success," Patricia said, her voice raspy from the hours of focus. "But her spirit is weary. We are moving her to the Inner Sanctum for deep recovery. No one enters. No one disturbs the Matriarch during this critical moon-cycle."A wave of heat washed through me, and before I could think, I let out a jagged laugh of pure relief. I threw my arms around Cameron’s neck, squeezing him as if he were the only solid thing left in the world.I looked up into his obsidian eyes, my face glowing. "Did you hear that, Camer

My expression shifted, a flicker of tension tightening my features. "Honestly, we didn't exchange many words. I simply led her to the upper wing so she could linger outside the Inner Sanctum near Naomi. It wasn't anything of substance." I couldn't exactly confess to Aaron that Lexi had branded me a predator in the middle of a hospital, could I?Aaron let out a long, heavy breath, his shoulders finally dropping. It seemed my vague answer satisfied him, easing the worry that Lexi had pried too deep into our history."Aaron, do you actually know Lexi Hart?" I asked suddenly, watching his profile in the dim light of the dashboard.Aaron swallowed, his grip on the wheel tightening. "I've crossed paths with her a few times within the healing wards. Her family has influence in the medical circles."I nodded slowly. It made sense. With her brother being a high-ranking surgeon, their scents were bound to mingle in those halls eventually. "Why the sudden curiosity?" Aaron probed, his voice caut

"You’re a toy to me," Julian’s voice cut through the heavy air of the suite like a serrated blade. "You think I don’t know you’ve been using the Vaughn name to clear your debts across the Northern territories?"I stood in the center of the room, my skin crawling as the woman—Julian’s supposed 'flame'—shrank back. The predatory fire she’d shown me earlier had vanished, replaced by a cold, hollow terror."If you want to walk out of here without being hunted by the High Council," Julian continued, his voice dropping to a lethal whisper, "you will leave this territory tonight. If I catch scent of you near Sierra again, the next guest at your door won't be a messenger. it will be a Vaughn executioner."The woman scrambled to her feet, her expensive furs dragging on the floor as she hauled her luggage toward the exit. She didn't look back, her panic scent filling the room as she fled.Julian finally turned to me, the ice in his eyes melting into a gentle, apologetic warmth. "Sierra, I’m so

The Alpha’s touch lingered on my hair as Landon chuckled softly. "You don’t need to learn a single lick of that slick talk, Sierra. Your spirit is enough. You don’t need to butter up the pack or beg for favor. Just exist as you are. And never forget—if a stray rogue or a high-born elite so much as snarls at you, you have the entire Vaughn Circle at your back."Knowing I had six of the most powerful wolves in the Northlands as my guard gave me a sense of peace I hadn't felt since leaving the Steele Residence."I hear you," I said, a genuine smile tugging at my lips. "Landon, when does your new music conservatory open? I’m thinking of taking lessons on the weekends. I don’t want to be tied to Steele Industries when the moon is high.""It’ll be a few weeks yet," Landon replied. "Even with the elite builders working round the clock, we have to let the sacred oils and wood-scents settle. Tell you what—we’ll bring a master-crafted piano to the Vaughn Estates tomorrow. I can teach you the ba

The shadow of the gate loomed over the three men. Felix, sensing a potential alliance, adjusted his collar and approached Connor. "Alpha Lane, are you here to escort Sierra home?"Connor’s response was a low, indifferent hum. He looked pointedly at the crimson bouquet. "And those? Are they for a mate I haven't heard about?"Felix offered a humble, downcast look. "These are for Sierra. I didn't expect to run into her kin today, but perhaps it’s fate. I’ve cared for her since she first stepped into the Northlands. I want to provide her with a sanctuary, to guard her spirit forever. I hope you’ll give us your blessing."The air around Connor turned frigid. Every instinct in his wolf was screaming to shred the man where he stood. Before he could speak, Julian Vaughn’s voice sliced through the tension like a silver blade."Guard her spirit? On what authority do you think you can offer her anything 'forever'?" Julian stepped into the light, his usual playful demeanor replaced by a cold, pre