The Accidental Werewolf のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 131 - チャプター 140

Edric's POV: Maya spends most of the morning, reacquainting herself with Deimos. It’s comforting to see how easily she falls back into her role as his mother. I have a little hope now that she’s still the same person, that she wasn’t defined just by the sum of her experiences. Maybe this can work. Maybe she did it because she knew it was the only way forward for us. Goddess knows, everything else we’ve tried backfired and all we’ve managed to do these last three months or so was to continually push each other away. “Edric?” Stephen asks from the door. “A word.” I look at Maya sitting on the bed with Deimos lying on her upturned legs. He is gripping her fingers while she plays pattycake with him. It’s altogether adorable, and she’s so engrossed in their little game, that she didn’t even hear Stephen. I nod at my Beta and lean over to kiss the top of her head. “I’ll be right back, okay?” “Yes,” she answers without taking her eyes off Deimos. She drops her head and blows raspberries

Edric's POV: Stephen waits outside Maya’s room for me. “All sorted?” he asks. “Sort of. We’ll find our way back to each other, I think.” “Good.” I lean against the wall and sigh. I am not looking forward to going down to the dungeons to interrogate the she-wolf that took Deimos. I just want this day to be over already, but it’s no use standing here wishing. It never gets you anywhere. “Let’s go interrogate that wolf and get it over with.” “I can do it if you’d rather stay with Maya,” Stephen offers. “No. I want to find out everything I can about that little pack.” “Don’t you know their Alpha? Ask him.” I wrinkle my nose at the thought of going back to that weird village. “Maybe one day, but not for a while yet.” We walk in silence down to the dungeons. My insides start aching and my balls contract painfully when I step into the cold, damp, stinking hole. Breathing through the panic, I follow Stephen to the she-wolf’s cell. She is a bedraggled site, sitting on the bed with her

Edric’s POV Leaving Maya and Deimos was harder than I expected, especially since I know how scared my mate is. She’s afraid to be alone with the Lycans, and with the full moon coming up, she doesn’t know what to expect. I’ve ordered Stephen and Cedric to stay with her during the shift, but it doesn’t make me feel any better. It's late afternoon when my plane lands on the private airstrip just outside the town. I booked myself into the little motel instead of assuming that Mountain Fire will accommodate me in their pack house. I don’t think of them as my pack anymore, and I won’t make any royal demands. Cameron waits for me with his guards at the little airport. “You didn’t bring a guard?” he asks when I get off the plane. “No. Do I need guards?” “Well, they’re your family, but…I’ve been receiving…increasingly concerning reports from Mountain Fire.” “Why didn’t you let me know sooner?” “They’re not your pack, not your problem,” Cameron answers as if it’s that easy. “But they’re

Edric's POV: I steal a glance at my father where he sits at the head table, cradling his head and refusing to look at me. He is unshaven, his hair uncombed, crust from the night before is stuck to his eyes, and he did not change out of his vomit-soiled clothes. I can smell him all the way over here. So can everyone else. I catch Adrian’s eye. He looks uncomfortable, and it’s easy to see that my father’s stink is making him physically sick. Fuck. Shit. I wonder if this is the life Adrian imagined when he left his pack? When I told him he’s the future Alpha of Mountain Fire? Probably not. Cameron did not join us for breakfast. He chose to eat outside with his warriors. Overnight, he lost what little respect he had left for my father, and does not want to share a table with him. It’s a huge insult to Joshua, but I don’t blame Cameron. I don’t want to be here either – only my love for my brother and father forced me downstairs today. My father clears his throat and rises. “Silence!” he

Edric's POV: I knock on my dad’s door, my heart beating wildly with apprehension. “What do you want?” he calls out. Sighing, I push the door open and step inside. “Dad. Are you drunk?” “Not yet. Unfortunately.” I sit on the edge of his bed, watching as he walks over to his bar on the other side of the room and pours himself two fingers of whiskey. “Do you want some?” “It’s not even twelve yet.” Joshua shrugs, takes the bottle from the bar, and plops down in an armchair. “It’s happy hour somewhere.” “Dad. Why are you doing this to yourself?” He empties his glass and pours more whiskey. “Why shouldn’t I do it? My pack was ripped from me, all my dreams for your future has been destroyed, and to top it off, you defied my orders and let that…thing live, because that little slut of yours wanted him.” I grip my thighs tightly, focusing on the way my nails cut through my jeans and into my skin as I try to keep the anger at bay. “She’s my mate. Don’t talk about her like that.” “Then ag