Alora Heartsong 소설 & 이야기

I could feel the lights from the few lampposts nearby, illuminating my face. I had tossed my sneakers somewhere in the soft, cool sand of the beach. The music was echoing in my ears; I had to admit that the speaker Bryce had bought just a week ago from a second-hand market was quite powerful. "Come here!" Paola's brown curls were swaying back and forth as Cameron spun her around. I had lost Nora minutes ago, but her claim that she was "mixing drinks" gave me the feeling that it was inaccurate; she couldn't tell me that and then go in the opposite direction towards the portable coolers filled with alcohol.

My mark was already on her. “Mine,” I growled through clenched teeth. I stroked myself to the rhythm of that moment. Her flushed face. Her whimper. Her whispered protests that weren’t really protests at all. “Mine, Lisa,” I panted. “No one else.” The orgasm hit fast and hard, sharp as lightning, spilling over my hand as I let out a hoarse, primal groan. I leaned against the wall, breathing heavy, my heart still hammering with rage and lust.

No reaction to the sound of my voice or the presence beside her. I reached for her and my hand found her wrist first. Cold. Not completely, but colder than it should have been. I pressed my fingers against her pulse and for a second, there was nothing. Then, a faint rhythm. Uneven. Slow. I leaned closer, my other hand moving to her shoulder, then to her face, brushing lightly against her cheek. “Alora.” I called again but nothing. Her breathing was shallow. Too shallow. The space around us seemed to tighten without changing, the air heavier, the silence pressing in from all sides.

She could hear it groaning, settling. They’ll never find us in time. And then she remembered. Her mother’s voice, soft and melodic in her mind. “When all else fails, my daughter… sing. The winds know your name.” Alora closed her eyes. “Windsong,” she whispered. “Guide him to me.” Her lips parted—and she began to hum. At first, it was faint, barely a breath. Then the tone rose, high and pure, vibrating through the air. The candle flame swayed in rhythm. The draft shifted. The snow outside began to tremble.

If I open my mouth, the sound that comes out won’t be words; it’ll be a howl. "When this is over, I will ask your father to call a meeting with the council of elders,” he says. No preamble. No hesitation. “Fine.” My throat is raw. My heart is aching in my chest. My insides are on fire. But I force my chin up and straighten my spine. I am Lyric Greyheart, daughter of Alpha George Greyheart, Luna of Three Towers by decree of the Moon Goddess herself. I will not crawl away to die - broken and alone like a beaten dog. It's what he wants, and I won't give him that satisfaction.

Will Alora let me into her heart? "Luke, I know this favor is not easy. You will be married to the person you may not be able to love. But I will be indebted to you for the rest of my life. Alora is the next heiress of the Hoseki Empire, her brothers and sister already gave up the position and decided to give it to her. They also knew about this. We all talked about this and everyone agreed that you are the only person that can help her. After your engagement, your father and I will sign an agreement that you will have full authority in Hoseki once you marry Alora." Mr. Smith exclaimed.

I jumped out of bed and dragged on my sweatpants, but I couldn’t find my shirt close by, so I grab the throw from the end of the bed, wrapped it around my shoulders, and headed downstairs. Alora was playing the piano wearing nothing but my cream sweater. She had found some earbuds and was listening to something with her eyes closed, and she was playing. Without the sheet music. Without an orchestra. Was she listening to the concerto? She must be. Her fingers flew over the keys, and the music surged through the room with so much feeling and finesse it left me breathless. She left me breathless. I could almost hear the orchestra in my imagination. Oh, she was good at everything.

But he didn’t. “Gladly.” Alora finally said with a slight nod of her head. She walked out of his sight, ignoring the wolves attempting to hurt other wolves. They didn’t pay her any attention. She reached the exit of the gate and then saw vans and cars waiting at the distance. She knew they belong to the black wolves. With that, she climbed up on one of the vans and lied down on the first row of seats. She sat there for a while… even in there, she can still hear the battlegrounds in the background. All the screaming, the noise, the war cries, they never made her feel in peace.

*River* As we make our way through the dense thicket of trees, I can’t help but steal glances at Aloria, my heart, my mate. She walks with a grace that belies her fatigue, her shoulders squared and her chin high. The flickering light of the setting sun dances around her, casting golden highlights in her hair, and a swell of pride surges within me. She’s not just a warrior and a Luna; she’s a force of nature.

They kept their distance as they watched in awe at their future Queen's strength and determination. Sweat beaded on Alora's skin, loose strands of her fire red hair that had escaped her braid and now stuck to her face. Her brows pinched together as she focused on summoning her wings again. Blue and orange flames danced across the silken feathers, making them look as if they were made of flames themselves. Then, they spread out, no longer scorching the grass or her clothes as they moved. She looked absolutely breathtaking, and for a moment, it was just her and I in the field, no one else. Just the wind brushing past the leaves and the soft songs of the birds playing above us.