The Royal Blood of the Lycan Princess のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

The wind howled like a wild animal, swirling around me, pushing me back toward the edge of the cliff. My heart pounded in my chest, still reeling from the moment I had almost let everything go. Bea’s words echoed in my mind, but I couldn’t shake the gnawing ache inside me, the one that told me I was nothing, that my existence had no meaning. And yet, I stood here, breathing, alive... at least for now. The cool breeze stung my skin, the salt of the ocean air mixing with the bitter taste of fear. Bea had walked me away from the edge, and we stood side by side, silently watching the trees sway far below us, the waves crashing onto the rocks far in the distance. The silence between us felt thick, like something unsaid hung heavy in the air. Suddenly, the silence was broken—not by Bea, but by a voice. “You shouldn’t be here.” It came from behind me, low and smooth, like velvet, but edged with something darker. The words seemed to cut through the air with an unnatural sharpness, and my b

The city smelled different—no trees, no earth, just concrete, iron, and the faint scent of food wafting from the street vendors. It was both overwhelming and oddly comforting. I could walk these crowded streets without the constant pressure of eyes on me, without the weight of my past dragging me down. But the silence in my mind wasn’t the peaceful kind; it was a haunting silence, filled with echoes of a life I couldn’t seem to escape. My first few days in the human city passed in a blur of faces and strange noises. I tried to keep my head down, moving through the busy streets as if I were just like everyone else. But every time I looked into someone’s eyes, I couldn’t help but feel like I was carrying the weight of the world on my shoulders. The world of the Lycans, the pack, Nicolai—it was all still so fresh in my mind. Even in this place, this city of strangers, I couldn’t shake the memories of what I’d left behind. I had found a small, rundown apartment not far from the center of

The day had started just like any other. I was back at the diner, slipping into the familiar rhythm of my routine. The clink of plates, the murmur of conversation, the sizzling of food on the grill. It was comforting in a way. The town was still small enough that I could disappear into the background, becoming just another face in the crowd. No one here knew my past, and that was exactly how I liked it. But today, something felt off. I was standing by the counter, wiping down glasses, when I felt it again. The same pull, the same impossible sensation that had stopped me in my tracks the day before. My heart skipped a beat, and my senses sharpened, straining to detect the source of the feeling. I paused, setting the glass down with a slight tremor in my hand. My eyes scanned the diner, searching for any sign of the man I had seen the previous day. The man who had felt... important, even though I couldn’t make sense of it. But as I looked around, I saw nothing. No one was staring at

The evening air was thick with anticipation, and as I looked out at the city lights from the twin’s apartment, I could feel my world expanding with each new piece of information they shared. Grey and Blue had given me glimpses into a reality that I hadn’t even known existed—a world ruled by their family, the Lycan royals, who held sway over every werewolf pack, including my own. This revelation left me speechless. “So… you’re saying that even my old pack answers to your family?” I asked, trying to process the idea. Grey nodded, his gaze serious. “Yes. All werewolves answer to the Lycan royals, Amelia. While packs have their own hierarchy, they ultimately answer to us. That’s why we’re here. We may seem like we’re just… on vacation, but we’re never truly disconnected from our responsibilities.” I stared at them, struggling to grasp the magnitude of their world. The idea of such power and autonomy was staggering. “And Lycans don’t have packs?” I asked. “I always thought... well, I th

Sitting on the familiar bed in my old room, I took a deep breath, trying to let the comforting memories settle over me. It was strange being back here. So much had changed, but the room still had all the little details I remembered—the faint scent of pine drifting through the window, the scratches on the wood floor, the worn quilt my mother had made years ago. I ran my fingers along its faded edges, feeling the small sense of belonging I thought I’d lost when I’d left the pack. The twins had escorted me to the cabin and helped me settle in, but duty had called them away. Grey had gently held my hand, his cool touch a grounding comfort, while Blue had squeezed my shoulder with a reassuring smile, promising they’d be back soon. I watched them disappear into the woods, feeling the strange pull in my heart already missing them. I could feel their presence even from afar, a soft warmth inside me, steady and anchoring. With them gone, I had time to sit with my thoughts and take in my surr