Chasing The Luna He Exiled のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

~SYLUS​“I want eyes on her at all times.” I yanked hard on my tie, loosening it.“Of course, Alpha,” Rufus, my Gamma, replied. “You heard him,” he prompted, the guards rising to action and racing out of the penthouse.The sharp tugging in my chest did not relent. It was the exact same pull that had plagued me just before I caught the human news report about an elementary school boy who had completely incapacitated a gunman.The reporter had said the events were alleged, but I knew better than to believe that. My wolf, Varg, and my own instincts had never steered me wrong.​Except when it came to Seris before I found who she really was.​And my investigations into that little "bus monster" had led me right back to yours-fucking-truly.​I paced the length of the glass-walled office, my anger, shock, and frustration curdling into something toxic.​She should have been dead. I had watched the execution order clear. As per my judgment, her life had been forfeit, ended six years ago. Yet t

~SYLUS ​Desire coiled in my gut like a spring, Varg bristling inside me the moment I let her hand go. Even severed, the mate bond remained a living, breathing thing, sparking like a live wire with our proximity. I stifled it ruthlessly, forcing down the treacherous memories. ​We all took our seats, and the discussion began on our impromptu partnership. But even as the shareholders droned on about accounts, graphs, and expected dividends, I remained acutely zeroed in on the woman seated opposite me. She pointedly refused to meet my eyes, but by the subtle sheen on her brow, I knew she could feel the crushing weight of my gaze on her skin. ​I had expected something entirely different when I finally tracked her down. I had expected a destitute woman whose six years away from the safety of the pack would serve as a cautionary tale for those who dared cross me. ​Yet, here she was. ​She wore a tailored suit that fit her entirely too delectably. Her midnight waves just grazed her gracefu

~SYLUS Even as the wolfsbane's effects faded, I remained frozen in place, letting her words rip into me.​The echo of his chuckling haunted me now, my stomach twisting so painfully my breath caught.​It's a lie…​Yet, the words rang untrue as I watched Seris not even retreat. She stood there with arms crossed, casting me a disdainful look. If she were lying, she should have run away so I would not get a chance to poke holes in her story.​“I am not lying, Sylus,” she said as my hand started to twitch.​My eyes widened into saucers and I dragged my hand through my hair, sitting erect, my body under my control once more. “You read my mind?” I chuckled, the sound strained.​Her expression did not change. “I was married to you,” she stated, like it mattered.​I scoffed, but my mind still reeled as I remembered vividly how I had called my child a bastard before he was even born. I did not even think to feel for the bond.​Being an Alpha, I should have checked, because there was still a po

~SERISEvery hair on my body stood erect. My tongue felt too heavy in my mouth as I stared into space. Those terrorists who killed my parents were running rampant on a weakened pack.​Even after six years, they had only gotten worse. I gulped, trying to stifle my quickly rising horror.​Then I put it together. Sylus’s men had been armed with human weapons and dressed in tactical gear when they could have easily shifted. But now, with the Shifter’s Curse, they had to find other ways to carry out operations. My kind were too proud to adopt the ways of creatures they saw as beneath them—but if they had, it meant the situation in Howlridge was incredibly precarious.​Guilt speared through me. I had not reached out to either Lily or my uncle ever since they saved me. Not once in six years. My uncle had warned me never to reach out for my own protection, but still, I felt like I should have tried.​“Your uncle and Lily are perfectly fine,” Sylus assured me, reading the room. “A few scraps,

~SYLUS ​“It is most likely a side effect of the rejection earlier in his life,” Osric somberly said. “An Alpha rejection is a death sentence for a child, much less from his father.”​The words wrung the air out of my lungs. The dreadful pull of the unknown hit me, just like yesterday when Varg had bristled, signaling that something was very wrong. My intuition had been right, to my horror.​And still, I pressed on. “He inherited my episodes, but I did not shift at all that young.”​Silence.​“That is strange,” Osric replied hesitantly, something shifting in his voice.​“He needs to see a pack Delta,” I muttered.​“No!”​I flinched. It was the first time Osric had ever yelled at me.​“Forgive me, Alpha,” he breathed, catching himself. “But you cannot bring him to the pack. Titanis’s success means our resources have never been more plentiful, but Darkpine is ruthless. With the number of assassination attempts you have barely survived, your son will be their ultimate target.”​“I can pr