Sweet Evil Fangs のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

I heard a familiar voice calling my name: “Natasha…Natasha…” I searched the surroundings, trying to pinpoint where it came from."N-Nathan?" I knew it was him, but I couldn't see anything. The space was a circle of darkness. I couldn't tell if I was trapped in a small room or a vast, endless pit, but either way, it felt like something was pulling me down."Nathan, where are you?!" Anxiety tightened its grip. I felt his presence nearby. I tried to grasp for something—anything—but I tripped, landing face-first on the floor with a groan of pain. My heart hammered wildly, and my head spun every time I moved. I tried to move forward, but an unseen force dragged me back, pinning me in place.“Natasha.”My eyes widened when I felt him behind me. I spun around, and our gazes locked. His eyes were utterly captivating, the kind you could lose yourself in. My heart pounded as if I'd been sprinting.“I miss you, dear.” The movement and curve of his lips every time he spoke felt like a physical pul

I woke up to a slimy sensation. Someone was licking my face. I instinctively turned and pushed the thing away, only to feel the repulsive, wet substance on my palm. I opened my eyes, letting out a low groan as the realization hit me: it was saliva.“Yuck…” I muttered under my breath. My gaze swept the room until it locked onto a pair of enthralling eyes that stirred a wild, feral feeling in my stomach and a sudden, unwelcome calm in my mind.Then, the memories flooded back. The assault. The near-death experience. The shadow of a man who walked toward me and transformed into a wolf. I didn't know exactly what had happened afterward, but the scent on my hands told me the attacker was now in a very bad place.“You’re not permitted to be touched by anybody, except me. I’m the one who will end your life.” The voice was low and commanding. He stood and walked, his hands clasped behind his back, his eyes monumental in their intensity. I bit my inner cheek, refusing to speak. He had spared my

I could feel my lungs tightening as I fought to catch my breath. My legs shook, muscles screaming as I dashed away from the maniacs. I kept my gaze fixed on my path, ignoring the sexual, derisive jeers echoing behind me.“Help me!”“We just want to play!” Their sniggers echoed off the dark road. Surely someone heard us! Was the neighborhood deaf? I had been frantically screaming for help until my voice gave out. I was exhausted, weak, battered—all I wanted was to collapse onto my bed.I didn’t know where I was going. Every few steps, I stumbled, panicking as I tried to regain my footing, my legs like dead weight. I glanced over my shoulder; they were gaining on me. Looking forward, I tried to trick them by abruptly turning into a narrow alleyway. I hugged the walls, pushing myself forward, desperate to escape their hawking gaze.“N-No…”This couldn't be happening! My frantic run slammed to a stop as I was confronted by a towering brick wall, blocking any further escape. I nearly cried

I knew I was the reason he died.I struggled to breathe. Someone accidentally glanced my way, and I flinched. My behavior probably made me look like the prime suspect.I turned around, shaking my head to clear the thoughts that whirled too fast. I bumped into other students moving the opposite way. I didn't want to listen to their worried chatter; I knew enough. I had locked eyes with the killer from the very beginning.I knew he was a serial killer, but the thought of Chris—the guy he looked up to—suddenly attacking him and turning into a werewolf, the memory of him just hanging in his room... it must have been traumatizing up to his last breath. I keep my hands from shuddering. But before I could take another step, someone clamped a grip on my elbow.“No.” I tried to pry away from his grasp, but he wouldn't let me go. I looked around, desperately searching for help, but everyone was preoccupied with the case of Chris’s sudden “suicide,” which I knew was a slaughter masked as tragedy.

The sweet scent of something cooking was the first thing that reached me. I let out a yawn, squinting as I looked around. My brain was slow, still processing, until my gaze fell to my naked chest. Then, everything came rushing back.I sat up straight, my heart pounding wildly.I swallowed hard, tracing a finger from my lips down to my neck. When I shifted, an intense, agonizing soreness flared between my legs. I gasped, trying to stand, but it was useless. He was a beast. I couldn’t keep up with his speed until I finally passed out.Oh God, that's so embarrassing.The door slammed open as if on cue, making me shriek. I covered my upper body, even though he had already seen everything. When our gazes met, I felt the intensity of a hunter’s eyes—sharp, captivating, and impossible to hide from.My eyes roamed over his perfectly well-built body, sculpted by some fabled craftsman. As he stepped closer, I crawled back. I couldn’t read his thoughts and was terrified of what he might do next.