Kill The Luna のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

The speaker cleared his throat, his voice dropping into a deeper, graver tone that echoed heavily through the massive speakers. "This group is a brand-new threat. They emerged just about two months ago, but the destruction they have caused is already unimaginable. They call themselves the New Order." He paused, letting the ominous name sink into the minds of the quiet crowd. "They do not operate like normal rogues. They move secretly from pack to pack, leaving nothing but piles of bodies in their wake. They have the numbers, they have the weapons, and most terrifyingly, they possess the power to take down a True Alpha. As of today, they have already murdered ten powerful Alphas."A collective gasp rippled through the stands. Alphas were supposed to be nearly invincible, yet ten had fallen in a matter of weeks.The man on the stage gripped the microphone tighter, his knuckles turning white. "Their motivation is what makes them truly insane. They claim they are searching for a specific

Michael's expression didn't even flicker. He remained completely still, his eyes fixed forward on the stadium floor as if he hadn't just heard a ghost story. "Are you scared of him seeing you?" he murmured, the words dropping slowly from his lips, his voice perfectly level."Yes," I blurted out, the sharp reply slipping past my lips before I could stop it. I instantly dropped my chin, staring fixedly at my trembling hands in my lap, unable to hold his gaze.A soft, low chuckle rumbled in his chest, and a confident smile touched the corners of his mouth. He leaned back slightly, his broad shoulders expanding. "Don't underestimate me," he whispered, a dangerous edge of absolute certainty in his tone. "Nothing will happen to you as long as I am sitting right here beside you."I kept my eyes down, my fingers gripping the fabric of my dress. "I know," I breathed, my voice barely audible over the distant murmurs of the crowd. "But I don't want him to know I'm alive. I know Stefan. He is com

I froze for a fraction of a second, the blood draining completely from my face. Without a single word, I snatched my dropped scarf from the floor, spun on my heel, and sprinted back inside the restroom. My hands shook so violently that it took me three agonizing tries to slide the heavy metal bolt into place, locking myself securely inside the narrow toilet stall. I leaned my back against the locked door, my chest heaving as I tried to quiet my ragged breathing. I had turned away so quickly, moving on pure survival instinct, that I hadn't even stayed to check if her eyes had locked onto my face. *Please, let her have been distracted,* I prayed silently, pressing my palms against my throbbing temples. *Maybe she only caught a glimpse of my hair. Maybe she didn't see me clearly because of how fast I spun around.* My mind raced in circles, filled with a mixture of terror and disbelief. Of all the moments, of all the hundreds of women attending this massive summit, why did Veronica have

"Fine! I am so sorry!" The words tore from my throat, raw and broken, as fresh tears blurred my vision. I looked up at her, my hands shaking against the wet floor. "I didn't mean to abandon you, Freya! I always planned to come back for you and the others. Every single day, that was my only goal. But I was also just trying to survive out there. I was desperately searching for a way to break this horrible curse, because I knew the truth. If I had come back home without a solution, Father would have locked me away forever and never let me go again. And there was no one out there who could mark me and save us." I reached out, my fingers trembling as I tried to touch the hem of her clothes, my chest heaving with deep, painful sobs. "I am so, so sorry, sister. I never wanted you to suffer. Please, just forgive me." Veronica’s face twisted into a mask of pure mockery, and a sharp, cruel laugh bubbled from her chest. "Sorry?" she screamed, the sound echoing harshly off the narrow walls of t

The shattered wood clattered against the tile floor, and the dust cleared to reveal Michael standing in the doorway, his massive frame completely filling the broken entrance. Two of his personal guards stood right behind him, their expressions grim and hands ready on their weapons. Michael didn’t hesitate for a single second. He took a long stride forward, his eyes taking in my bleeding body, and immediately scooped me up into his powerful arms. His chest was broad and warm, but his face remained a mask of complete calm. He walked slowly out of the restroom, showing absolutely no surprise or panic about my state. He carried me effortlessly back through the grand corridors and into the main arena, his guards shoving a path through the dense crowd. The sea of people was moving toward the exit gates in a massive wave, making it obvious that the emergency meeting had officially ended. My head was spinning so violently that the lights above blurred into bright streaks, and I could barely f