The Lycan King's Scarred Mate のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

-Anastasia-The obvious threat in the king’s voice surprised me.Remember, Ana, he might not be so ready to kill those responsible once we tell him it was lycans.My wolf was right. Lycans looked after each other, just like werewolves did.“A house fire,” I finally admitted, not wanting to reveal too much but enough to satisfy his curiosity.He nodded slightly, looking less angry but still worried. “I’m sorry you got hurt,” he said.“You’re sorry?”He nodded, and I sighed, shaking my head.“What?” he asked, not understanding my irritation.“So you do care?” I inquired.“Huh?”“About the scars.”“I’m not following, Ana,” he replied.“You said you’re sorry, which means you wish I hadn’t gotten burned,” I explained.“Yes, because it must have been painful,” he said.“Or because you don’t want to see them on me.”“Of course I don’t,” he admitted.“Aha!” I pointed at him. “So you do care?”He sighed and shook his head as if I were being ridiculous. Rubbing his eyes for a moment, he then foc

-Anastasia-It was so hard to lift my head, but I managed to see King Roman storming toward us.“L-Let me down,” I whispered to Jackson, hoping to defuse the situation.“Are you sure?” he asked. “Can you really stand?”“I can stand…”Can we?I couldn’t say for sure, but I didn’t have much choice. The king glared at Jackson like he was about to rip him to shreds, and I wasn’t going to let my cousin die because of an overprotective lycan king who didn’t seem to understand that I wanted him far away. I tried to step in front of Jackson as a shield, but I was too slow. The king grabbed Jackson by the collar of his shirt and shoved him against the car. I reached out to steady myself, nearly knocked over by the force of it.“How dare you touch her?” he growled, his body beginning to transform, muscles expanding, and his nails turning into claws.Shit, I had to stop this before it went too far.“What the hell is going on?” Jackson inquired, confusion etched on his face. “I don’t understand, m

-Jackson-“Wait?” the king asked, sounding surprised.“Yes, just hold on.”“Why?” He narrowed his eyes, clearly displeased with my interference. I could feel his aura growing more intimidating, warning me not to challenge him.“Because… I know my cousin,” I said, trying to make him understand. “I don’t think she wants to wake up in a strange bed, and if you met at the party but she hasn’t mentioned you since, it suggests she hasn’t fully accepted you.”His expression darkened, and I swallowed hard. I might be an alpha, but I stood no chance against a lycan, especially not the king of all wolves and lycans.“She will,” he replied darkly. “Once she learns to look beyond her anger.”“I’m not trying to obstruct you,” I said.“You are at the moment,” he shot back, irritation clear in his eyes.I sighed and stepped back, needing space from his threatening presence.“Listen, how about this?” I suggested. “Let her come home with me, and we can all talk in the morning?”“No.”I sighed again, ex

-Anastasia-I felt strange—not like I usually did after one of my episodes. I didn’t feel sick or cold. Usually, when I woke from my episodes, I still felt a bit ill. But now I felt warm—very warm—and good. I felt safe. This wasn’t how it usually went, but maybe I had gotten lucky this time. Perhaps my episodes were getting easier? I sighed happily, relieved I wasn’t in pain anymore.As I slowly turned, I noticed a heavy arm around my waist. What the hell? I felt around and grabbed the arm. My eyes shot open, and I lifted the covers, seeing the limb wrapped around me. That’s when I realized I wasn’t wearing my dress, and the covers weren’t mine. They were black and carried a dark scent that made my head spin. I liked that scent a lot, but who did it belong to? I slowly followed the arm and looked over my shoulder to find the king sleeping behind me.I wanted to scream, but no sound came out. I just stared at him. What was I doing in his bed? The last clear memory I had was of my cousin

-Anastasia-The king pushed me down on the bed and this time settled between my legs as his free hand ran down my body and then pulled up my shirt so he could place his warm hand on my stomach. I whimpered a little as he bit down on my bottom lip, and then two of his fingers were sliding along my skin and just a little under the edge of my underwear.I grew excited. I felt a pulsing feeling in my pussy, and I lifted my hips a little like a silent invitation. I couldn’t think straight when he was touching me. I couldn’t say no. All I knew was that I liked his touch, and when he slipped his hand into my underwear, cupping my pussy, I leaned my head back and let out a little scream. He leaned down and kissed and sucked on my neck as he found my clit and began to rub it.“And you say you don’t want me,” he chuckled darkly. “Your body tells a different story.”He slipped his fingers lower, and soon two were inside me, pumping in and out as I pressed down, craving them deeper. “Damn, you’re