บททั้งหมดของ His Contractual Luna: Bought by the Beast: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

Agnes didn’t back down. She didn’t cower, and she certainly didn't play the part of a submissive asset to be traded away in a corporate merger.Instead, the sheer, unadulterated arrogance of his words snapped the final thread of her control. Her inner beast roared, a violent surge of adrenaline flooding her veins and driving out the cold numbness of despair. Before the corporate lawyers or the heavily armored border heralds could blink, Agnes lunged.She slammed her palms into Rhys’s massive, tatted chest, intending to push him back. It was like hitting a brick wall encased in solid iron. But she used every ounce of her momentum, driving her boots into the dirt floor and forcing him backward until his spine cracked hard against the iron chain-link mesh of the training cage lining the tent wall.The metal mesh groaned under their combined weight."I am nobody's property," Agnes snarled, her fingers clawing desperately into the collar of his heavy combat vest. Her face was inches from h

The heavy silver fountain pen felt weighted, like an anchor dragging her down into a lawless abyss.Agnes stared at the parchment laid out on the metal examination tray. The ink pooling at the nib wasn't standard black; it was a dark, iridescent crimson—synthetic blood-ink designed by the High Council to bind a fighter’s bio-metrics directly to a syndicate’s ledger. If she pressed her thumb to the glowing blue seal, Rhys Stormfang would legally own her athletic, professional, and public life for the next three hundred and sixty-five days. Her freedom would be liquidated to settle a ghost debt."Agnes, don't do it," Maeve croaked from the medical bed. Her voice was strained, thick with pain as she tried to force her battered body to sit up. The movement sent a shudder through her splinted leg. "We can run. We can hide in the outer sectors, past the border walls. The rogue packs won't find us there.""You can't run from a debt this heavy, Maeve," Agnes said, her voice terrifyingly hollo

The hydraulic seals of the VTOL hissed, a sudden rush of cool mountain air sweeping into the cabin as the boarding ramp lowered into the belly of the Starfall Citadel.Instantly, the quiet sanctuary of the flight was shattered. A blinding wall of camera flashes detonated against the darkness of the hangar bay, accompanied by the muffled, rhythmic roar of thousands of spectators packed into the upper observation tiers. Reporters from every major athletic network in the Crescent Moon Dominion pressed against the security barriers, their microphones raised like weapons.Agnes stared down the ramp, her throat tightening. She could see the corporate banners of the Grand Wolf Assembly snapping in the wind, flanked by rival alphas and high-society syndicate lords watching from the VIP balconies. They were vultures circling a fresh carcass, waiting to see if the ruined Vance lineage would crawl out in chains.Rhys stepped up beside her. He didn't ask if she was ready. Instead, his massive, wa

 The sterile, fluorescent lights of the subterranean lab hummed overhead, casting a harsh glare across the polished steel surfaces. The silence that followed Agnes’s declaration was absolute, heavy enough to drown out the distant, rhythmic throb of the citadel’s ventilation system.Rhys did not move. He sat in the reinforced medical chair like an obsidian statue, his massive chest rising and falling in a slow, calculated cadence. But beneath her fingers, Agnes felt the instantaneous, violent tightening of his muscle fibers. The low, primal vibration that had been rumbling in his chest died out, replaced by a terrifying, absolute stillness that signaled a predator preparing to kill."Say that again," Rhys commanded. His voice wasn’t a roar; it was a low, gravelly whisper that carried the lethal weight of an executioner's blade. His hazel-blue eyes had completely bled into a storm-gray, the pupils constricted into razor-sharp points.

 The scanning pod emitted a low, electronic drone that seemed to stretch into eternity. Agnes kept her eyes locked onto the device’s tiny LED interface, her breath trapped in her throat. Beneath the carbon-fiber wrap, she could feel Rhys’s muscle fibers twitching—a silent, subconscious rebellion of his inner wolf fighting against the liquid fire she had just rubbed into his marrow.Beep. Beep. Whirrr.The triangular pod flashed a crisp, sterile green.> BIOMETRIC PROFILE: STORM_ALPHA_09> STATUS: CALIBRATED> TOXICITY INDEX: 0.02% (WITHIN LEGAL LEAGUE PARAMETERS)> CORE FREQUENCY: STABLE> Dr. Vance’s eyes widened slightly behind his clear protective visor. He tapped the side of the pod, his gaunt face twisting in a flash of confusion. "This... this can't be right. Run a secondary deep-tissue sweep across the primary artery.""The sixty seconds are up, Doctor," Rh