THE SPARE LUNA のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 81 - チャプター 90

Aria stood outside the door, one hand still pressed against the wood. Another deep, rough moan came from inside. It was unmistakably Deucalion’s. “Deucalion!” she called. No answer. She banged harder with both fists. “Deucalion, open this door!” Inside the room the rhythm never slowed. Celine was still riding him hard. Every time she sank down onto his thick dick, he thrust up to meet her. The wet sound of his cock sliding in and out of her pussy filled the air. Skin slapped against skin. The bed creaked steadily under their weight. Aria’s voice reached them through the thick door. Celine heard it clearly but did not stop. Instead she leaned forward, planted both hands on Deucalion’s broad chest, and ground her hips in slower, deeper circles. The new angle made the head of his dick rub hard against the soft place inside her that made her thighs tremble. He groaned louder. “Yes… just like that,” he muttered, eyes half-closed. Aria banged again, harder this time. “Deucalion! I

The room went silent. The Alpha’s eyes remained fixed on Derek. I felt my arms tighten around him until my shoulders ached. The air itself seemed heavier, as if the entire council held its breath with me. Finally he leaned back in his chair. “Everyone, leave.” The wolves around the table looked at one another. “Alpha—” “I said leave.” No one argued. Chairs scraped against the wooden floor as the council members rose. The warriors opened the doors, and within moments the long room stood empty except for the four of us and the man at the head of the table. The Alpha looked at us again. “Close the door.” One of the guards shut it from the outside. The sound of the latch was soft, final. He pointed to the chairs. “Sit.” Lydia and Mara sat first. I remained standing, Derek still pressed against my chest. “You can sit, Malia.” My heart stopped. I stared at him. “How do you know my name?” His expression did not change. “You spoke it outside.” I realized his alpha hearing isn't

Three months had passed since the night everything changed. Celine kept going to Deucalion’s room to satisfy him. One morning she left Deucalion’s room before sunrise. She walked back through the quiet corridors with her head held high, every step measured and deliberate. The moment she closed her own door behind her, she stopped. Someone was waiting. Aria stood near the window. Her face was pale, but her eyes burned with anger. “You heard me that day it all started. Didn't you?” Aria asked. Celine slowly turned toward her. “I heard you so?” “Then why didn’t you open the door?” Celine said nothing. Aria stepped closer. “I was banging on that door. I was calling his name. You knew I was outside.” “I did.” “You heard everything?” “Yes.” Aria’s hands curled into fists. “So you deliberately ignored me.” Celine looked at her calmly. “You are correct.” Aria stared at her in disbelief. For weeks Celine had avoided challenging her. She had respected Aria’s position as Luna and

More time passed in the new pack. For the first time in months, I stopped counting the days by how far we had run. I counted them by Derek’s smiles. He was more than a year old now, and every morning seemed to bring something new. He walked confidently around our little home, sometimes so quickly that Lydia had to chase after him. He wasn't that balanced at walking well yet. “Derek, slow down!” Lydia would always say as she runs after him. He turned, laughed, and kept running. Lydia shook her head. “He never listens.” “He is one year plus,” Mara said from the doorway. “What did you expect?” “I expected him to have some respect for my knees.” I laughed. Derek looked at me and stretched out his little arms. “Mama.” My heart melted every time he said it. I lifted him into my arms and kissed his cheek. “Yes, baby?” “Mama.” “I’m here.” He rested his head against my shoulder. Those small moments meant everything to me. There had been a time when I could not imagine living

Lucius left the abandoned settlement before the sun climbed too high. The stranger’s directions stayed in his mind as he moved through the trees. East. Follow the river. Cross the rocky hills. Then continue toward the forest beyond them. For the first hour, he found nothing. Then he noticed a broken branch. Lucius stopped and looked down. A footprint was pressed into the soft ground beside it. He crouched. Another footprint appeared a few steps ahead. Then another. Someone had passed through here. He followed the signs carefully. Soon, he found more tracks. Some were older than others, but they all moved in the same direction. Lucius studied them. “There were several of you,” he murmured. The thought made him straighten. The stranger had said three women and a child. Now Lucius could see the proof for himself. They had traveled together and Malia was not alone. He continued walking, moving faster whenever the trail was clear. The footprints crossed the river and disappeared