THE SPARE LUNA のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 101 - チャプター 110

“My Lord, my Lady, I’m sorry, but there is something you need to know.” The head healer’s words hung in the room. Celine stared at him, her fingers gripping the bedsheets. “What is it? Please, tell me what is wrong with my baby.” The healer lowered her eyes briefly before facing the Blackridge Alpha and Luna. “We cannot detect any movement from the child inside. We have tried several times, but there is no sign of life.” The Luna covered her mouth. “No,” Celine whispered. The healer turned toward her. “My lady, I am deeply sorry.” “No!” Celine shook her head violently. “You are wrong. Try again. Please, try again!” The healer looked at her assistants, who stood silently beside her. “Do something!” the Alpha ordered, his voice filling the chamber. “You cannot stand there and tell us the heir is dead without being certain.” “My Lord, we have checked carefully. I wish there were another answer.” The Alpha went still. For several seconds, nobody moved. The Luna reached for th

Deucalion’s carriage reached Blackridge before sunset, but he did not ask for a welcome. He stepped down before the guards could open the door fully and walked straight through the gates. The servants lowered their heads as he passed. Some had been crying for days, while others looked away because they did not know what to say to their Alpha. The air itself seemed heavier, as if the entire estate had been holding its breath since the news arrived. His father waited in the great hall. The Blackridge Luna stood beside him, her eyes still swollen from grief. “Deucalion,” she whispered. He paused only long enough to ask the one question that mattered. “Where is Celine?” “She is resting in her rooms,” his mother replied. “The healers say she needs time.” He nodded once. He could not bring himself to ask what the child had looked like or whether Celine had held the baby before the healers took it away. The knowledge would only settle deeper into the place already hollowed out inside h

Lucius closed the door behind him. The soft click of the latch sounded louder than it should have in the quiet house. I stood by the table, my hands resting on the wood, unsure what to do with them. He looked at me for a long moment. “You look nervous,” he said. “I’m not.” “You are.” I didn’t answer. He stepped closer. The space between us became smaller with every step he took. “I’ve waited a long time for a moment like this,” he said quietly. “Lucius—” “Just listen.” He stopped in front of me. “I know you’re careful. I know you have reasons. But I’m not asking you for forever tonight. I’m only asking you not to push me away please.” I opened my mouth to speak, but he raised his hand slightly. “If you tell me to leave, I will. Right now. No argument.” I stared at him. The words I should have said stayed stuck in my throat. He waited. When I still didn’t speak, he moved closer. His hand came up slowly and rested against the side of my face. His thumb brushed my cheek. “Ma

Lucius stared at the messenger, then looked at me. For a moment, nobody spoke. The stranger waited patiently, but I could see the tension in Lucius’s jaw. “You should have sent word,” I said quietly. Lucius rubbed a hand over his face. “I know.” “How long have you been away from your family?” “Nearly two years. I think.” I stared at him. “Two years?” “I left without telling them where I was going. At first, I thought I would be gone for a few weeks. Then things changed, and I kept putting off the journey home.” “You never thought they might be worried?” “Of course I did.” His voice softened. “But every time I thought about leaving, I found another reason to stay.” His eyes met mine, and I understood what he had left unsaid. Me. The realization made my chest tighten. I had spent months trying to keep him from getting too close, yet now that someone had come to take him away, I could not pretend his presence had meant nothing to me. The messenger cleared his throat. “My lo

The Redfang warriors arrived before sunset.They came through the eastern road in such numbers that the settlement guards rushed to close the gates. Their dark clothes bore the Redfang mark, and their weapons caught the fading sunlight. Villagers gathered behind their doors, whispering as the warriors spread across the road.At their head rode a broad-shouldered man with a scar running from his left temple to his jaw.The settlement’s Alpha, Garrick, stepped outside the gates with six guards behind him.“You have entered my territory without warning,” Garrick said. “State your business.”The stranger dismounted slowly.“I am Alpha Roderic of Redfang. We have come searching for someone.”“Then you should have sent a messenger before bringing an army to my gates.”Roderic’s expression remained cold. “We have searched for seven years. We will not waste another day asking politely.”Garrick glanced at the warriors behind him. “Who are you searching for?”“A child with unusually strong Alp