《The False Luna Has My Wolf》全部章節：第 21 章 - 第 30 章

The young warrior’s dominance flared beyond the agreed limit.It was no longer a test of endurance. It was an execution disguised as tradition.Mira felt the pressure crush against her ribs like iron bands. Her breath locked in her chest, shallow and burning. The scar on her back seared with white-hot agony, and deep beneath the pain, something else stirred.Sera clawed against unseen chains inside Cassia’s body across the courtyard.On the balcony above, Darius gripped the stone rail until his knuckles turned white. Fen surged forward in his mind, a tidal wave of protective fury.Stop him.Claws pressed against the underside of Darius’s skin, demanding release. But he held them back. He had to. To unleash Fen now would be to declare war on the council’s authority in front of every witness.Mira was not losing because she was weak. She was being crushed by a system designed to make her kneel. And Darius could only watch his mate break while he calculated the political cost of saving h

Mira woke with her hand still reaching for something that wasn’t there. Her narrow servant bed felt too small, her human skin too heavy. For three heartbeats after opening her eyes, she was not Mira Vale. She was silver fur and bone-deep longing, pressing against cold iron bars. Then the sensation collapsed. She gasped, fingers curling into the thin blanket. The phantom scent of wet stone and moonlight faded, replaced by old wood, dust, Nia’s lavender soap, and the distant smoke of breakfast fires. Beneath it all lingered something metallic. Sharp. Wrong. Her scar pulsed once, warm against her spine. It no longer felt like an absence. It felt like a door left ajar. Nia stirred on the pallet beside her, blinking sleepily. “You were dreaming again.” Mira lowered her trembling hand. Her chest ached with a grief that belonged to two souls. “She saw me,” Mira whispered. She was no longer only afraid of the truth. She was terrified of how desperately she wanted it. A horn shattere

Rain hammered the eastern border, turning the forest floor into a slick trap.Darius stood rigid in front of Mira, his body a living shield against the darkness. Behind him, Galen and Tovan spread the warriors into a tight defensive arc, claws bared and muscles coiled.The rogues did not charge.They circled through the downpour with an eerie, synchronized silence. Their movements were wrong—too fluid for feral beasts, yet too jerky for trained soldiers. They moved like puppets on wet strings.Mira stared at the nearest figure. Beneath the soaked fabric of his torn shirt, a crescent scar marred his shoulder.It was identical to the one hidden beneath her own clothes.Terror clawed at her throat, but it wasn’t fear of death. It was the horror of recognition. These weren't monsters. They were warnings carved in flesh.She gripped Darius’s jacket, her knuckles white. The pack had come to hunt rogues, but she was staring at mirrors of her own stolen past.One rogue shifted his weight to t

Rain lashed against the packhouse windows, a relentless drumming that matched the storm inside Cassia’s chest.She stood in the upper hall with Maera and Elder Corvin, waiting for a report that should have been hers by right.The border patrol had returned, yet no one had come to her first.She was the future Luna. She should stand beside Darius when danger touched their territory. Instead, whispers reached her before official words ever could.Mira warned them.Mira saw the attack first.Fen protected her.Cassia’s fingers tightened around the polished banister until her knuckles turned white.She was not merely jealous. She was terrified. Mira was becoming useful before the pack could properly dismiss her, and usefulness was a currency Cassia could not afford to lose.A warrior passed below, his voice carrying up the stairwell. He murmured to a companion that Fen had nearly surfaced when someone accused Mira of treachery.The name Fen hit Cassia like a physical blow.Sera surged ben

Elder Corvin’s declaration settled over the hallway like a heavy shroud.Servants bowed low, their foreheads nearly touching the polished stone. Warriors straightened their spines in practiced unison. The allied guests exchanged satisfied whispers, relieved that the succession question was finally answered.Cassia stood framed by the council doorway, draped in pale silver silk. She looked fragile, almost ethereal, her nobility seemingly amplified by her visible exhaustion. To the pack, her pallor was not instability; it was proof of a Luna’s sensitive burden.Mira remained still among the servants, Nia’s fingers digging painfully into her palm. The celebration swirled around them, a tide of approval for a lie made official.But beneath the applause, Sera’s broken whisper still echoed in Mira’s mind.Do not let them mark me.The pack had chosen the prettier fiction. They saw a future Luna where Mira saw only a stolen soul begging for rescue.Mira’s throat tightened with words that coul