《The Lycan's Contract Luna》全部章節：第 1 章 - 第 5 章

Aviana’s POV Endure it, Aviana. You are not a murderer.The lash came down on my back, splitting the skin open. I squeezed my eyes shut. Clutching my fingers so tight it broke the skin in my palm. You are not a murderer.Another one landed before I could breathe through the first causing more blood to spill down my damages back.I am not a murderer. I screamed it inside my head trying to hold myself together and silence all their voices. I could hear it, I could feel their emotions and it was driving me crazy.Don’t you dare cry. I told myself that too. Don’t you dare give them that.My knees buckled against the rough stone floor of the punishment hall, the crowd made a sound of amusement at my pain. I could see their emotions as clear as daylight. They all wanted one thing and that was to see me dead and rotting. The hall sat at the lowest level of the palace, carved directly into the bedrock beneath the east wing, far enough underground that no sound ever reached the floors above

Third Person POV The girl was still breathing hard when Damian pulled out of her and reached for his slacks.He dressed without looking at her. Crossed to the window. Tapped a cigarette from the case on the sill and lit it, watching the city below… it was dark and quiet at this hour, his city, though most of his people had convinced themselves he was dead.He took a long slow drag.He didn’t know how much time had passed when her arms came around him from behind. She felt soft and warm but it didn’t move him one bit.“Come back to bed.” Her voice was low and sweet. “And if you aren’t tired yet I don’t mind taking care of you a little longer.” The silk of her robe slipped from one shoulder as she pressed her high breast closer to his back.“Get out.”She stilled.“Damian, I…”“I said get out.”A pause. Then … “But Damian. I love you.”He crossed to the side table without a word, opened the drawer, and pulled out a thick roll of cash. Held it out behind him without turning around.

Aviana's POV I had stopped counting days.What was the point? The days came and went the same way … dark, cold, the thin line of light under the door brightening and fading and brightening again. My body had stopped feeling much of anything since the betrayal. The bond’s absence was a dull permanent ache now, like a missing tooth your tongue kept finding. I had stopped expecting it to feel different.But I hadn’t stopped feeling her.That was the one thing that kept me present. The tiny flicker of life low in my stomach, so small still, so quiet … but there. Every morning I pressed both hands flat against my belly and checked and every morning she was still there and that was enough to make me open my eyes for another day.I don’t know how yet, I told her in the dark. But I am going to get you out of here.I meant it. I just didn’t know how to make it true.Then one evening, the guard brought the food … moldy bread, the usual, I ate it without looking … and when he left I heard it