Silas のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

Chapter 12 – HyacinthThe moment Silas walked away, the tension he left in his wake felt like a storm hovering just above the horizon, ready to unleash chaos at any moment. I sat there, frozen on the stone bench, the sunlight now a warm contrast to the icy chill he'd left behind. His words echoed in my mind: "You’re not ready for my truths."The arrogance. The nerve.What truths could he possibly have that would shake me? He thought he could dictate what I was or wasn’t ready for, like I hadn’t endured my fair share of hell. It made me want to scream, to claw at something, anything, just to release the pent-up frustration twisting inside me like a coiled spring.I wasn’t weak. I wasn’t fragile.And yet, here I was, feeling like a marionette dangling on invisible strings, with Silas Vercetti as the puppet master.I took a deep breath, willing my nerves to settle. The garden around me seemed oblivious to the chaos inside my chest. Flowers swayed lazily in the breeze, vibrant colors dott

Chapter 14 – HyacinthThe wind whipped through my hair as we sped through the night, the cold air biting at my skin, but it was nothing compared to the storm brewing inside me. The tension between Silas and me was palpable, suffocating even. I could feel it with every breath, every glance he threw over his shoulder at me.I hated how much it affected me. The way he made my heart race without even trying, how he could tear through my walls with a look or a touch. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. We weren’t supposed to be like this.Yet here we were, together on the back of his motorcycle, heading God-knows-where, and I couldn’t bring myself to care. I should have pulled away, should have told him to take me home, but I didn’t. Instead, I clung to the feeling of his body against mine, the warmth of him, the steady pulse of his heart beneath the fabric of his shirt.The road stretched ahead of us, dark and endless, but for some reason, I didn’t feel afraid. There was something about b

Chapter 16 – HyacinthI couldn't shake the feeling that something was off.I’d been trying to distract myself—by keeping busy, by staying away from Silas—but it wasn’t working. The more I tried to ignore it, the more the weight of it all pressed on my chest. The tension between us, the way his presence seemed to suffocate me, was becoming harder to avoid. And yet, every time I thought about confronting him, I hesitated. Part of me still didn’t know what I was walking into. Silas wasn’t the kind of person you could just figure out. He was like a storm—unpredictable and destructive.I found myself standing in the garden again, the same place where we’d shared that heavy silence the other day. The flowers around me, though bright and alive, did little to lift the weight in my chest. I walked around, my fingers grazing over the petals, seeking some kind of solace in the softness of them. But nothing felt soft. Everything felt jagged, like I was holding onto shards of glass, and I wasn’t s

Chapter 18 – HyacinthThe golden hues of morning seeped through the curtains, dust particles swirling lazily in the sunlight. I lay there, motionless, trying to make sense of the storm raging inside me. Every brush of the sheets against my bare skin felt like a whisper of his touch, a phantom reminder of the night that had unraveled everything.Silas’s arm draped across my waist, heavy and possessive even in sleep. His breath was steady against the nape of my neck, a soft rhythm that somehow grounded me and terrified me at the same time.What had I done?The thought echoed in my mind, louder and louder, drowning out everything else.Carefully, I eased out from beneath his arm, every movement deliberate and slow. The last thing I needed was for him to wake up. My heart pounded with each inch I gained, the fear of breaking the fragile peace between us almost paralyzing.When I finally slipped out of the bed, I stood there for a moment, staring at him. Silas, the man who had haunted my d

Chapter 20 – SilasThe sound of the horses' hooves echoed through the woods, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that something wasn’t right. The sun was setting, casting long shadows across the forest as I led the small group toward the eastern boundary of the pack's territory.I’d been on edge all day, a constant nagging feeling in the pit of my stomach. The rogue wolves had been more active lately, and that was never a good sign. It was always the calm before the storm.But that wasn’t the only thing weighing on my mind. No matter how hard I tried to push it away, the image of Hyacinth lingered. Her eyes, the way she’d looked at me—like there was some unspoken understanding between us that I wasn’t ready for. I couldn’t get her out of my head.I couldn’t decide if that was a curse or a blessing.The roar of a distant wolf’s call snapped me out of my thoughts, and I motioned for the group to stop. We had to be alert, especially if we were getting close to a rogue’s territory.“Spread o