Rejected Luna of The Cursed Alpha のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

We fell silent for some time. Mother Elara cleared her throat, looking at Draven. At me. Then back at Draven. Whatever she saw must have made the corners of her mouth twitch, but I did not understand what. "Mother Elara?" I frowned. "What?" "Nothing." I narrowed my eyes. Yet another time someone told me that nothing was happening, but something obviously was. "Everyone in this kingdom says 'nothing' when they mean something." Mother Elara smiled. "I guess I have told you enough for today." I was about to argue. However, she had already turned around to leave. "Mother Elara." She stopped. I looked at her. "Are you going?" Mother Elara's eyebrows went up. "Is there something else you need to talk about?" I glanced at Draven. He was standing several feet away from me, studying me with a face I was unable to read. I immediately turned away from him. "No." Mother Elara's smile widened. "Good." I frowned. "Why does it sound suspicious?" "Because you suspect everything."

Draven’s POVBut the silence didn't last long. It was thick with the smell of jasmine, the scent of sex and the raw scent of our fucking. I lay there, heaving, looking at the ceiling beams as the realization of what just happened hit me. Aria was lying lifeless and heavy across me, her breaths harsh and fast against my neck. My cock was inside her, still hardening and not retreating, keeping the connection and my claim inside her tight and wet heat. I could feel the mess of our release trickling out around the base of my shaft, coating her thighs and mine.It was dirty. Perfect.I never expected that she would be in arms tonight after I had dreamt about her.I had not expected such even an hour ago.I shifted my hips slightly, and she gasped. It was a soft, broken noise, going right to my gut. The line between the king and his guest wasn't just crossed; it was torn down. Looking down at her, I noticed her flushed cheeks, her dark hair plastered to her forehead with sweat and the bruis

Draven’s POV How long I had been awake, I did not know. But I know it was long enough to see that Aria was still sleeping.Long enough to realize that I had been staring at her for too long.And apparently not long enough to persuade myself to look away.She was lying on my chest, her head resting where I could feel every single gentle breath.My arm was around her waist.My other hand... was somewhere in her hair.And I did not know how it got there.That was a lie.I knew.I knew that I put it there on purpose.That thought was supposed to worry me.Instead, it felt completely normal.I looked at her again.Aria.The woman who appeared in my life and turned everything I thought I knew about myself upside-down.Years of certainty of who I was.I am the king.I am a warrior.I am the man cursed with a pain that could not be cured by any healer. I created my entire life on the basis of surviving it. Everything else was secondary.My pack.My duties.My curse.The possibility of findin

The young healer.His face was pale."Nora."She dropped her arms. "What happened?""It's one of the warriors." The healer was panting. "He needs help."I rushed forward. "What happened?""I don't know." He looked frightened. "He seemed to be okay earlier. Then he started shouting and attacking one of the guards."Nora's expression changed. "Is he injured?""No.""Then what's wrong with him?"The healer shook his head. "We don't know."I exchanged a glance with Nora. "Where is he?""Near the eastern training grounds."I didn't wait and followed the healer outside.The eastern grounds were crowded when we arrived. Two guards were standing right outside the small stone building.I heard shouting from the inside.A man's voice.Angry and terrified.I stopped.I felt something.A feeling.Fear.I felt it.My breath stopped.It wasn't mine.I knew that for sure.I looked at the building. "He's afraid."The healer stared at me. "What?""The warrior."I wasn't sure how I knew that. I just kn

Her eyes locked with mine. "It's about the fact that I don't know who I'm protecting you from. I don’t know their numbers." That silenced her. I watched her carefully. I wasn't afraid that I wouldn't be able to protect her. That wasn't the issue. The problem was that I didn't know from where the threat was coming. I don’t know their strengths how then can I know their weaknesses or opportunities to strike. I know absolutely nothing about them, not even the kind of power they have to make someone has powerful as her mother to be