THE HUMAN LUNA SOLD TO THE SUPREME ALPHA のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

POV: AIRYSWaves of pleasure consumed me, my body trembling. I was dangerously close to the edge. Gripping his hair tightly, I scratched his shoulders, threw my head back, panting, begging him to stop before I completely fell apart.“Daimon… please… stop…” My voice came out in a broken whisper, almost a desperate sob. I wouldn’t be able to hold on for another second without giving in to my climax.He lifted his eyes to me. Red. Intense. Wild.“No, little one…” His voice came out hoarse, filled with raw desire. “I want to taste you fully.”Shit, shit… I bit my lip hard as his fingers moved with the same precision as his tongue—a delicious torture. My hips moved instinctively, seeking more, until the explosion hit me. A loud moan escaped my lips, almost a scream, as my body shattered in ecstasy. Spasms took over my legs, every muscle contracting before finally relaxing completely.Daimon didn’t stop. His mouth trailed slowly over my skin, marking every spot with kisses and bites. His to

POV: DAIMONThe representatives breathed slowly, tense, afraid of making any wrong move.“Lycan King, I assume you’re already aware of what happened.” The elder’s deep voice resonated. He was one of the direct descendants of the first Alphas who founded the council. “The stones were taken… along with many innocent lives.”“They knew the pack’s layout. They knew exactly how to get in and out without being noticed.” Hazin, Alpha of Abyssum, growled. “This wasn’t just an attack. They wanted to catch us off guard. They wanted chaos.”“They set fire to the nursery in my pack!” Kael, leader of Ventus Lucis, exploded during the meeting. “Pups, defenseless, burned without mercy!”The weight of his words fell over everyone. Murmurs spread, filled with shock and outrage.The scent of anger, grief, and helplessness was almost palpable.“Why attack innocents and not the soldiers?” Malik—the damn ex of Airys and current Alpha of Ignis Ferum—questioned. “What’s the purpose of this?”My fingers tapp

POV: AIRYS“It’ll have to do.” I murmured, returning to him. I pushed his legs apart to make space between them. He tilted his head to the side, staring at me in silence while taking another sip.“You shouldn’t be drinking while injured,” I grumbled, preparing the supplies.“What do you think you’re doing, little one?” His voice came out deep and hoarse, carrying a warning.“Trying to stop you from bleeding to death.” I retorted, grabbing the bottle beside him and pouring some liquor over the wound. He let out a low growl but didn’t move.“This is going to hurt. Are you sure you don’t want to go to the hospital or the lake?” I asked, looking at him.“There’s no need for you to do this.” Daimon shrugged, taking the bottle from my hand and downing another gulp, indifferent.“Whatever you say.” I murmured, passing the needle through his flesh and closing the cut with precision. He didn’t complain, didn’t growl, and didn’t even flinch. He just watched me. I finished the last stitch, appli

POV: AIRYS“I’m too naive.” I sobbed softly, still curled up in the corner of the dark, cold room. “Just like him.”I wiped my tears away with force and anger, swallowing the lump in my throat. My fingers touched my sore lips, feeling the remnants of the fierce, brutal, merciless kiss.“Is this what you want, Daimon Fenrir? To feed on my fear and my longing?” A bitter laugh escaped, filled with contempt. “Fine. I’ll give you exactly what you crave so much.”I jumped to my feet, opening the wardrobe. Furthermore, I dressed quickly and prepared to leave. When I opened the bedroom door, I noticed there was no guard there anymore. Freedom was within reach.“Too arrogant, Alpha,” I muttered, cracking my neck before crossing the hallway and stepping out into the freezing night air. The moon hid behind dark clouds—a sign of the chaos I felt inside me.I started running, feeling the tension vibrate in every muscle. At least Daimon had been right about one thing: I was weak. I had spent too mu

POV: AIRYSMy eyes met Daimon’s. He slowly leaned forward, assessing me with a furrowed brow, attentive. “Why are you doing this to me?” My voice was a trembling whisper. It was the Beta who answered. “The witness has scars on her back—deep marks.” He stepped forward, presenting images. Photos I had no idea when or how had been taken. “We also have footage of the prisoners’ actions.” My vision darkened for a moment. The trial no longer depended on me. The truth had already been sealed. A large screen descended in the center of the hall, and the projected image froze my blood. My own face, consumed by despair, eyes swollen from crying so much, skin marked by brutality. My trembling, broken voice sounded, begging, pleading for an end: “Dad, please, don’t do this again&