The Omega’s Revenge: No Longer His Luna のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 111 - チャプター 120

This chapter contains a sex scene. Feel free to skip it.FinnI woke up with my arms wrapped around her from behind. We had fallen asleep in this position, and it was almost morning. I was already aroused just by seeing her naked body under the sheets again.I slowly moved my hands up her sides, feeling her soft skin. Her body relaxed, and she let out a groan.My hands gently explored her body as she slept. She stirred slightly as I cupped her breasts, massaging them softly.A moan escaped her lips, and she shifted, still with her eyes closed. I turned her around slowly, teasing her nipples with my lips. Her reaction was as expected.She bit her lip as my lips touched her skin. Her legs moved against each other, lost in a dream. She must be having a wet dream. I smirked and continued to tease her.Spreading her legs, I slid my fingers down to her wet pussy. I gently massaged it and watched her face as she moaned in pleasure. Her body trembled, and her hips moved up and down as I moved

Jack“Can you hear me?" The voice cut through the fog in my mind, clear and sharp despite my muddled thoughts. Each word sent a sharp throb through my head, a pulsing pain behind my eyes.“Jack.” Again, that familiar voice. I struggled against my heavy eyelids, trying to force them open.“Jack.” This third call finally gave me the strength to open my eyes.“Mum,” I whispered, my voice barely a thread of sound. “Mum.”“Oh my goodness!" My mother gasped, her voice turning into a scream of joy. “He’s awake! My baby is awake!” Her hurried footsteps echoed through the room as she rushed out, her sobs of relief trailing behind her.Questions swirled through my aching head. Why was I here? How did I end up in this bed? I scrunched my face, desperate to remember, but the effort only intensified the pain.“It hurts,” I cried out, the pain suddenly overwhelming. “It fucking hurts so much!”My mother rushed back in with medical staff in tow. She was at my side in an instant, her hands fluttering

Jack“Where is she?” my sister leaned forward, eyes bright with curiosity. “Is she from the Crescent Pack?”I frowned. I knew exactly who she was, and how she’d found her way to our pack.My stomach churned at the thought of telling my parents that the woman destined to be my mate had been sold by her own family to serve as Lucas’s mistress.Father’s brow furrowed as he studied my face. “Something troubling you, son?”I forced my lips into what I hoped was a reassuring smile. They needed to know. The Moon Goddess had chosen her for me, and that truth couldn’t be hidden forever.“You... actually know her,” I began, choosing my words carefully.Mother’s face lit up. “Really?” my mother asked, beaming with happiness. “Is she from this pack?”“No, Mum,” I muttered.“Well, don’t keep us in suspense,” she urged, practically vibrating with anticipation.I drew in a deep breath and met their eager gazes. The silence stretched between us for a heartbeat, then two, before I finally spoke.“She

JackI quickly left, leaving Alex alone with him. My heart pounded as I searched the grounds until my gaze landed on Scar, and the sight knocked the breath from my lungs. The woman before me was unrecognizable, a ghost of her former glory.The designer clothes she once wore with such pride now hung in tatters from her skeletal frame, like flags surrendered to decay. Her hair, which used to cascade in glossy waves, had become a matted mess the color of dead leaves.But it was her eyes that haunted me the most. Those eyes that once flashed with wit and confidence were now hollow caves ringed by exhaustion’s purple bruises.Her skin, sallow and lined, told stories of endless nights spent running from demons I had helped create.“Scar,” I called softly, taking a hesitant step forward. Her gaze fell on me.The raw emotion in her gaze hit me hard. Hurt, hatred, and revulsion churning together in a toxic brew.I understood every ounce of her contempt, but I prayed she might find it in her he

Diana The moment those words left my husband’s lips, my world shattered all over again. Lucy. My sweet, brave Lucy. The truth of her death hit me so hard that, suddenly, I was transported back in time to when we were young, and the world seemed full of possibility despite its cruelties. I was just a low-pack member until I met her. I remember the first time I saw her as if it were yesterday. I was sixteen, the awkward daughter of a low-ranking pack member, always an easy target for the others. That day, a group of girls had cornered me behind the pack school, their taunts cutting deeper than I had imagined. They weren’t just bullies – they were architects of misery, experts at finding the hairline cracks in someone’s confidence and splitting them wide open. Their wickedness went beyond simple meanness. “Look at her! Can’t even shift properly yet. What kind of wolf are you?” “My grandmother shifts faster than you, and she’s practically dead!” Their laughter rang in my ears as