THE SPARE LUNA のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 71 - チャプター 80

Back at the abandoned settlement. I had not slept properly since we moved into the abandoned settlement. Every night, I woke at the smallest sound. A branch breaking. Leaves moving. A wolf howling somewhere beyond the trees. Sometimes I would sit beside the window and stare into the darkness, wondering if the stranger who had marked our door was still watching us. The three deep claw marks were still there. Lydia wanted to remove them or shape them into something else. I refused. “Why?” she asked one morning. “Because whoever made them wanted us to see them, probably as a warning.” Mara looked at the door. “Maybe that is exactly why we should leave.” I looked down at Derek, who was sleeping against my chest. “We cannot keep running every time something scares us.” Lydia sighed. “Malia, this place scares me too.” “I know.” “But you still want to stay?” “For now.” We had nowhere else to go. Redfang was still somewhere in the forest, searching for us. We had already los

At the settlement. After the stranger left, none of us slept that day. His warning stayed in my head all night. Take Derek and leave. He had said it like there was no time to argue. But morning came, and we were still there. Lydia wanted us to leave immediately. “I don’t like this place anymore,” she said while tying a small bag of food. “That man knows too much.” Mara nodded. “He does. And I don’t think he was lying.” I looked at Derek, who was sleeping against my chest. “We cannot run every time someone scares us,” I said. Lydia stared at me. “Malia, he told us something is beneath this particular part of the forest.” “I know but he did not tell us exactly what it is.” “That is enough for me.” “We'll stay for now,” I said. Lydia sighed. “You are stubborn.” “I'm sorry but if we go out there, the redfang pack will take my son from me.” Mara gave a small smile. “She's right, Lydia.” As the sun began to set, I heard a knock. Three times. I froze. Lydia looked at me. “W

The room remained silent after the maid pointed at Selena.Selena stared at her in disbelief.“How dare you accuse me of this?” she snapped. “I never told you to do anything.”The maid shook her head. “You did, my lady.”“You are lying!”“I am not.”Selena stepped toward her. “You made a mistake and now you want to blame me?”The maid looked at the Luna. “I was told to do it.”The Luna’s eyes narrowed. “Are you certain Selena here ordered you?”“Yes, my Luna.”“Think carefully before you answer. Do you understand the seriousness of what you are saying?”The maid nodded, tears running down her cheeks. “I understand. I would never have done this by myself. And I dare not lie in your presence.”Selena laughed bitterly. “She is only saying this because she knows you are angry with her.”“That is not true,” the maid said.“Then tell me why I would ask you to hurt Vera.”The maid looked at Celine.“You wanted me to make Celine look bad.”Celine’s expression changed.Selena immediately shook

The mansion was quiet. The feast had ended hours ago, and every guest had already left. The servants had cleared the tables, the candles in the main hall had been lowered, and the once-busy corridors were almost empty. Celine left the door to her room slightly opened and layed on her bed for a moment. Tonight was supposed to be different. She had been chosen. The healers had confirmed that her body accepted Blackridge blood better than anyone else. The Luna had praised her conduct. Her parents had watched her with pride during the feast. Yet Deucalion had barely spoken to her. She sat up and remembered Aria’s words. You will carry the heir, give birth, and leave. Celine’s jaw tightened. Aria had spoken as if she owned her future. She did not. Celine had not come this far to become a temporary vessel for another woman’s child. She had passed every test placed before her. She had endured the blood trial when others could not. Her compatibility was rare. That meant something.

Deucalion’s weight pressed her into the bed. His mouth stayed on hers, kissing her deeper than before. One of his hands was still under her dress, fingers sliding higher along her thigh. Celine’s legs stayed wrapped around him. She could feel how hard he was against her. The thick length of his dick pushed against the soft place between her legs through their clothes. He broke the kiss only long enough to look at her. “Celine…” “Don’t stop,” she whispered. He pulled the dress up over her hips. The fabric slid higher until it was bunched around her waist. His hand found the edge of her underwear and tugged it down. She lifted her hips to help him. The thin cloth slid off her legs and dropped to the floor. Cool air touched her bare skin. Deucalion’s eyes moved down her body. He looked at the soft folds of her pussy, already wet. “You’re ready,” he said, voice low. “Yes.” He pushed two fingers between her legs. They slid through the wetness and pressed inside her. Celine’s back