《Queen of Wolves 》全部章節：第 1 章 - 第 10 章

ALUNA'S POVThe day dragged on like a storm pressing against the horizon. Each hour stretched endlessly as I tried to focus on my chores, my hands scrubbing the training grounds until they ached, my feet sore from running errands the elders deemed important. Yet, no matter how hard I worked, no matter how diligently I followed their orders, it was never enough.Grace passed by several times, her wolf visible in the shimmer of her aura, each glance from her a silent reminder that she was perfect, untouchable. And I… I was just Aluna. The girl who did not matter.“Aluna!” Mother’s voice cut through the quiet like a whip. “Come here!”I hurried to her side, my stomach twisting.“You missed a spot here,” she snapped, pointing to a corner of the training grounds where a few weeds had stubbornly sprouted. “Do you think laziness is allowed in this pack? Do you?”“I… I’m sorry, Mother. I’ll fix it right away,” I murmured, bowing my head, my cheeks burning.“You will do more than just apologi

ALUNA'S POVThe moon rose slowly over the clearing, silver light spilling over the pack hall and bathing the forest in an eerie glow. Tonight wasn’t just any night—it was my sixteenth birthday, the night of the full moon, the night when the wolfless would awaken their wolves and the mateless would finally meet their mates. My chest throbbed with anticipation.I had spent weeks imagining this moment. I had pictured the first spark of wolffire in my veins, the first scent of my mate tracing me across the clearing, the thrill of knowing that at last I would belong. My stomach fluttered like a caged bird, part excitement, part anxiety, as I adjusted the ceremonial white robe draped over my shoulders. The elders’ robes shimmered with silver, their embroidered moonstones catching the pale light, reflecting back the importance of the night.Around me, the pack murmured, arranging themselves in a wide circle. Older wolves who had already found their mates circled in the shadows, watching wi

ALUNA'S POV I didn’t mean to stop working.That was the worst part. It wasn’t rebellion or defiance. My body simply… gave up.I had curled into myself behind the storage sheds, knees pulled tight to my chest, dirt pressing cold through my thin dress. My fingers were trembling, nails digging into my arms as if holding myself together was the only thing keeping me from breaking apart completely.I couldn’t breathe right.Every inhale felt shallow. Every exhale burned.Don’t cry, I told myself. If they see you crying, it will only get worse.But the tears came anyway, slipping down my cheeks in hot, silent streaks. I pressed my face into my palms, shoulders shaking as memories flooded me against my will. The full moon. The crowd. The way the bond had been declared and torn away in the same moment. The sound of my own heartbeat when the rejection hit.I had stood there and smiled through it.I didn’t know how much pretending cost until now.Boots crunched against gravel.“Look at this

ALUNA’S POVI woke up choking on air.For a moment, I didn’t know where I was. My eyes fluttered open to darkness, thick and pressing, and my body screamed in protest when I tried to move. Every inch of me hurt. My wrists burned. My shoulders felt like they had been pulled apart and sewn back wrong.Then memory crashed into me.The shouting.The accusations.The way their eyes had looked at me.Fear crawled up my spine, cold and sharp.I was in the basement.The cell smelled of mold and old blood. My back was pressed against stone, damp and unforgiving. I tried to sit up, but my arms shook violently, refusing to obey. A weak sound escaped my throat. Not a cry. Not even a sob. Just breath breaking.So this is it, I thought.This is where they finish me.My mind raced, spiraling into every story I had ever heard whispered about punishment. Whipping. Starvation. Isolation. Some never came back the same. Some never came back at all.Footsteps echoed outside the cell.My heart slammed s

ALUNA'S POV I did not run home.I walked, slowly, carefully, as though any sudden movement might shatter whatever fragile calm still clung to me. The forest felt different now. Not hostile. Not welcoming either. Just… watchful.The white wolf lingered in my thoughts like a half-remembered dream. No matter how many times I replayed the moment in my head, I could not name what I had felt. It wasn’t fear. It wasn’t hope.It was recognition.And that frightened me more than claws or teeth ever could.By the time our small house came into view, the celebration drums from the pack square had faded completely. The night swallowed their joy whole, leaving me alone with questions I didn’t know how to ask.I pushed the door open quietly.Inside, the air was heavy.My mother sat on the edge of the wooden chair, her hands clenched tightly in her lap, her shoulders drawn inward as if she were bracing against an unseen storm. My father stood near the wall, staring at nothing, his jaw set so hard i