The Breeder Luna And Her Three Mates - A Werewolf Erotica のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 71 - チャプター 80

CHAPTER 71 AMAYA “I but there’s simmering saw her,” Tomas said suddenly. Everyone stilled. “What?” I whispered. “The person ou think died,” he said, his voice low. “The one you saw… that wasn’t me.” “You’re lying,” Alvaro said instantly. “I’m not,” Tomas replied. “Voss grew replacements. Copies. Imperfect ones. Disposable. He needed bodies to burn when things went wrong.” My head started spinning. The image .. The body.. The blood .. “You expect me to believe I mourned the wrong person?” I asked. Tomas swallowed hard. “I expect you to remember that Voss never does anything without a backup plan.” Because it made sense and I hated that it did. “I buried you,” I said softly. “I know.” “I grieved you.” His voice broke. “I know.” That hurt more than if he had denied it. Luciano’s hand tightened slightly on my shoulder. “We’re getting off track.” He was right. We didn’t have time for this. Not now. Not with what was coming. “The mine,” I said, forcing myself back. “

CHAPTER 73 AMAYA Luciano crouched near the control panel, fingers already moving across the interface with sharp precision. “I’ll first og all disable the surveillance grid and loop the feeds. We have a small window before the system flags the anomaly.” His gaze lifted to mine. “Amaya you know that.. Once we start, we don’t stop.” Luciano’s voice was quiet, but it cut clean through the low mechanical hum around us. The lab pulsed like a living thing, lights flickering faintly over rows of suspended bodies and metal grafted into flesh. Somewhere deeper in the tunnels, something heavy shifted, a slow, dragging sound that didn’t belong to anything natural. Alvaro stepped forward, his shoulders rolling once like he was preparing for impact. “Point me to where it would hurt the most and the impact would be felt” Javier smirked faintly, though there was nothing playful in his eyes. “Try not to bring the whole mountain down on us before we find the target.” “I’ll bring down what n

CHAPTER 75 AMAYA I fell asleep almost immediately but the quiet didn’t last.. It never did. Peace, in our world, was always temporary, it was a very fragile thing that only existed in the space between storms, and by morning, the next one had already begun to form. Morrison arrived before sunrise and as usual he didn’t wait to be announced. “I found it,” he said, placing a data drive on the table like it carried weight far beyond its size. “The funding trail. Every transaction, every shell account, every transfer that led back to the origin is here.” Luciano stepped forward first, his expression sharpening as he picked it up. “And the origin is?” Morrison didn’t hesitate. “Alpha Alejandro.” The name hit like a detonation. The air shifted, heavy and immediate, the kind of silence that didn’t calm but pressed in, suffocating, waiting for something to break. I felt it before I saw it.. Alvaro. The stillness in him turned absolute and it was not from shock or confusion, it was s

CHAPTER 77 AMAYA By the third day, the tension stopped pretending to be subtle. It settled into everything. The walls, the air, the way people moved just a little faster and spoke just a little quieter as if something was coming and no one wanted to be the one caught unprepared when it arrived. We had broken the old system. Now something else was rising to take its place. Luciano felt it before any of us said it out loud. And this time, he didn’t wait. “I need all of you,” he said the moment he stepped into the room, his voice sharper than usual, urgency cutting through his usual control. That alone was enough to still everything. Javier straightened immediately, whatever he had been about to say dying on his tongue. Alvaro turned from the window, his attention locking in place, while I set aside the reports in my hands and stepped closer. Luciano dropped a tablet onto the table, its screen already lit with lines of data moving faster than the eye could comfortably follow.

CHAPTER 79 AMAYA The new change that we had brought didn’t settle all at once. It moved slowly, unevenly, threading its way through the pack in quiet glances and unspoken questions, in the way people paused just a little longer when they saw me now, no longer uncertain of who I was, but still learning what that meant for them. And for him I knew it was worse.. Julian didn’t say it, he didn’t need to but I could see it. It lived in the space he kept between himself and everyone else, in the way he stood just outside conversations, present but never fully part of them, like he was waiting for someone to remember he didn’t belong there or worse.. To remind him. I found him at the edge of the training grounds just before dusk, the sky dimming into that quiet in-between where nothing felt fully settled. He stood still, watching the others move, his expression was unreadable and his posture was controlled in a way that felt too deliberate to be natural. “Watching doesn’t make you