The Pack's Rebels のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

Concordia, Seven Hundred Years BeforeHarithen’s head was thrown back, his Adam’s apple exposed, and his golden hair tangled and matted against the pillows. His breath was gasped out, his lips peeled back from his teeth, and his fingers clenched on Thaelen’s shoulders, the heels of his hands pushing him away instinctually.“Thaelen,” he groaned. “Please. It hurts.”Had he been too rough? Thaelen chastised himself. Or just rough enough?“And I’m… Oh, f-k. No. Don’t stop!” Harithen protested when Thaelen eased the suck of his mouth and lifted his face from where he had been drinking from Harithen’s c-ck.Thaelen laughed under his breath. “Make up your mind. Do you want me to stop, or keep going?”“Both,” Harithen laughed wildly. “Neither. I don’t know. It is too much, and yet also, so good…”“Hmm,” Thaelen swiped his tongue over the fragile, sensitive skin, turning his healing of the wound into sensuality, so that Harithen’s groan changed tone.As a prince, Harithen had been raised to b

Concordia, Seven Hundred Years BeforeThaelen woke late in the morning to an empty bed.He knew before he even opened his eyes that Harithen was gone, but he told himself that, perhaps, the other man had woken early, or had been hungry. He was even willing to contemplate that Harithen had left in order to find sex elsewhere. But, deep down, he knew.He had been a fool not to take Harithen back to Concordia as soon as he was turned vampire. He should not have lingered at the tower in the hopes of delaying the conversation between them. Harithen had come to the conclusion that Thaelen was not going to throw Concordia’s forces against Greibron and had gone to raise his own army against his mother and sister and take back Greibron for himself.Thaelen dressed and made his way to the watch tower, not surprised to find Sigrid already there. “When did he leave?” He asked her as he took his place on the balcony looking out over Greibron at her side. Harithen had not been wrong about the weath

Concordia, Seven Hundred Years BeforeThaelen woke when Harithen rose from the bed leaving behind a warm spot where he had been, and the ghost of the scent that Harithen wore in his hair. Thaelen opened his eyes and squinted at the window. Through the part in the curtains, dawn was a grey light. His head ached and his mouth was dry and sour, his stomach uneasy within him. He felt as if he had not slept at all and the bed was rumpled, the sheets sticking against his skin with sour sweat.They had been up late the night before, first with Sigrid, Meguitte and Haethnir, and then alone - drinking wine and going over plans for the battle to take the grass plains and break through the wall, that was all, he thought.Harithen had been able to share insight into the protections built into the wall, the hidden machicolations, the number of men manning the portcullis, and the city beyond it. As he had done centuries before, Thaelen intended to employ Meguitte’s fire to burn out the enemy and sc

Concordia, Seven Hundred Years BeforeThe human sentries were bored and napping against their spears, easily taken, and killed, their cries muffled against vampire palms, their ribs popping their lungs as their last breath was squeezed from them and their bodies left discarded in the grasses.Thaelen’s soldiers made their way to the tents and Thaelen caught Harithen against his side as a human staggered out to urinate not far from where they stood, the acrid stink of warm piss rising to the air as he farted and scratched his pubic hair before tucking his c-ck away.“Don’t stand in that,” Harithen wrinkled his nose. “Disgusting.”“Mhm,” Thaelen’s cheeks felt hot and his body heavy, still fighting off the effects of the dead blood. Walking through some piss was the least of his concerns, he thought. All of them would be covered in blood, soot and worse by the end of the night, and he had to hope that his reaction times and strength were up to the battle that lay ahead of them. “How many

Present Time“F-k me,” Rhett stared. “Is that f-king Guy?”There were zombies hanging from the streetlights along the street, their necks broken, and bodies twisted, and yet their limbs jerking as they swam through the air mindlessly. The stench was stomach curling, Rhett thought. At the point of being hung, many had lost control of their bowels, and the paving below them was splattered with ooze and their trousers stuck to their legs with it, the foulness attracting flies and insects.“I think I’m going to puke,” Cameron said pressing his hand to his mouth. “It’s f-king stupid what gets you and what doesn’t, isn’t it? I can watch Aislen chuck her guts up, no problem. We can have a… Umm,” he flushed, his eyes going to Aaron. “Accident in bed, no problem. But seeing this… Yeah, it’s other level gross.”“He’s still…” Aaron gaped. “They are all still…”“Zombies,” Rhett said grimly. “They’re final-level zombie now, past vampire blood.”“The only option now is to…” Talen broke off, turning