Pregnant by the Luna's Brother のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 9

Elowen:"Elowen, come here. Now." I stopped just outside the Alpha's study, my hand pressed against the doorframe, unwilling to move any further just yet. He'd sent for me twice already that morning, and twice I'd found reasons to delay, lingering, hoping the moment might somehow pass me by. There was no reason left now.I stepped inside, my breath catching.Alpha Ronan stood behind his desk, and the first thing I saw was the small cloth pouch sitting open in front of him, waiting there like proof, the one I'd hidden at the bottom of my drawer, the one that had gone missing two days ago without my noticing.Dried ginger root and bitter herb, the kind the pack healer had quietly pressed into my hand ten days earlier, whispering it might settle my stomach without anyone needing to ask why. My whole body went cold, freezing straight through."One of the maids found this while turning your mattress two days ago," Ronan said, his voice calm, unsettling in its stillness. "I've had it sinc

Zarek:Zarek had not slept in two days.He sat now in a borrowed room at a border inn, the fire burned down to embers, a letter open in his hands that he had already read enough times to know by heart.Your engagement to Aria of the Thornwood pack was arranged before your birth. Come home and honor it, or watch your family's alliance with them collapse.His mother had sent it three days ago. He had told no one it existed. Not Elowen. Not anyone.He thought of her last morning, hopeful in a way she rarely let herself be, like she'd finally started believing in a life together that didn't end in disaster.Then the healer's words had reached him, she's carrying your child, almost the same breath as his mother's letter, as if the universe wanted to see exactly how much a man could carry before he broke.He now remembered how he had stood outside Elowen's window that last night, hand raised to knock, then lowered it.He told himself he needed time to think. The truth was uglier than that.

Elowen: I did not sleep that night. I sat by my small window instead, watching the dark outside for any sign of movement, any rider coming up the road, anything at all that might tell me whether the man I had loved was alive or already gone from this world entirely.By morning, word had spread through the entire pack house.I heard it in fragments, passed servant to servant in hurried, frightened voices, rogue wolves, an ambush, half the Thornwood guard dead before sunrise. No one seemed to know anything certain about Zarek himself, only rumors circling one another, each one worse than the last.It was Ronan who finally came to tell me the truth, just past midday, his face carrying an exhaustion I had not seen even when he first found that pouch in my room."They found him," he said, before I could even ask. "Alive."My whole body went weak with relief, my knees nearly giving out beneath me. "Where? Is he hurt?""Badly," Ronan admitted, choosing his words carefully. "He took a wound

Elowen:The carriage door had barely closed before Aria was already walking toward the house, her steps quick and deliberate, nothing hesitant about her at all.I met her in the front hall, my mother close behind me, both of us still catching our breath from how fast we'd moved to get there. Aria was younger than I expected, sharp-featured, dressed in traveling clothes finer than anything I'd ever touched, her eyes finding mine instantly, cutting straight through every wall I tried raising in the half-second before she reached me."You're her," she said. "I'm Elowen." My voice came out steadier than I felt."Zarek's mother wrote to my father," Aria said, watching my face for a reaction. "Told him you're pregnant."She paused, letting the words settle over me like a slap. "She thought we deserved the truth," she said. "Not rumor.""I know exactly who you are." Her gaze moved over me slowly, taking in every inch, my plain servant's dress, my swollen stomach, the tear tracks still dryin

Elowen:Zarek didn't leave my side that evening, not once, not even when my mother finally excused herself, exhausted, murmuring something about giving us space before slipping quietly from the room.We sat by the small window in my chamber, the same one I'd watched countless dark nights pass through alone, only now his presence filled the space beside me, careful and uncertain, like he wasn't sure yet how much room he was allowed to take up."Can I ask you something?" he said finally, breaking the long, aching silence sitting between us."You can ask," I said. "I don't promise gentle answers."Something almost like a smile flickered across his face, there and gone. "I wouldn't trust you if you gave me one." He hesitated, his eyes dropping briefly to my stomach before finding mine again. "How are you feeling? Truly. Not the answer you give everyone else out of habit."The question caught me somewhere tender, unprepared. No one had asked me that so plainly since this whole nightmare b