Forgotten Alpha: Reclaiming the Lycan Queen のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 71 - チャプター 80

AryaMy heart nearly stops. I tell myself to snap out of it before it’s too late, but the imagery around me only becomes sharper and sharper until I feel that I’m exactly right there.But the weird thing is, I’m familiar with everything except for the part where I’m pinned down and under attack.I know it’s not real and I can snap out from this dream if I want to, but it’s just so . . . vivid. I can see the bright red eyes of the Rogue looking at me like he wants me to die. I can smell his stale and bloody breath fanning on my face. I can feel his weight on top of me and pinning me on the ground. I can feel the sharp edge of the rock just grazing on my neck.And any moment, I know he can kill me if he just pressed that thing harder against my skin.The sense of danger is real. The fear of dying is very very real.I swallow hard, and even that simple movement gives me the fear of accidentally grazing my skin against the sharp edge of the rock and bleeding to death.The Rogue stares int

ArthurWe both reach our climax, and I find myself getting lost in Arya with the last few thrusts. I empty myself inside her, feeling her clench and squeeze around me.With a deep sigh, I pull out of her and lie beside her.Arya giggles. "That was amazing and I must say you really did get my mind off things."I can't help but smile. "Of course I did. I must say that you also did a good job getting other things off.""Arthur!" She gasps and slaps my chest, making me chuckle. "That's so gross!""It wasn't so gross when you were into it," I joke again, making her protest, but I just take her hand and kiss the top of it before pulling her towards me and wrapping my arms around her. "I love you. And I love making love to you."She sighs contentedly. "I love you too. And I love making love to you too." She looks up at me. "You're wonderful."With that, we dissolve into kisses again, and after a while we just find ourselves making love once more. This time it's slower, less frantic, a lot mo

Arya“Arya?” Mom’s voice is the first thing that enters my mind. “What’s happening?”“Mom, it’s Arthur,” I say, steadying myself just enough to string together a coherent sentence. I want nothing more but to cry in her arms and ask Dad for an embrace, but I swallow hard and force myself to get it together. “We got attacked by Rogues in the beach house.”A beat of silence exploded in my mind, like Mom was so shocked that she fell into some sort of blank state for a moment.And I’ve been in some sort of blank state for a long while now.Tears continue to run down my cheeks. “Mom, please, he’s severely hurt. Send people here. We need help. He needs to make it, Mom, I’m begging you.”“On it,” Mom says in a sudden flash of determination. “We’re coming. Just do what you need to do first and we’ll be there.”I don’t answer and she vanishes from my mind, and now I’m left at the side of the beach, with the lights from the house shining on us, letting me see how much damage the Rogues did to my

AryaA series of emotions start to flash in my chest. From bafflement to fear then back to confusion. I look at Arthur and he’s staring at me intently. I guess a part of me wants this to be a joke, but the single look on his face tells me that this is far from a joke.I swallow hard, shifting my weight from one foot to another. “I . . . don’t know what you mean.”He looks around again before lowering his voice and leaning close to me. “Those Rogues that attacked us in the beach house, and probably some that attacked the Dark Howl Pack . . . well, they have been dead at some point. Something is bringing them back to life to do its bidding. Something that we can’t recognize and have no trace of.”My pulse starts to race. “How did you know this?”“I started to suspect when they got close to me and I smelled them,” he says. Nancy leans closer to us to listen in but Arthur doesn’t stop. He looks at her too. “They refused to die. No matter how much I hurt them it seems that they just spring

Arya“I didn’t say anything,” I insist, and to my horror, tears are starting to brim my eyes. “I didn’t mean anything by it, Arthur. I’m just going to come see his parents and it would be a civil event.”Arthur doesn’t say anything more. He just backs the car off the driveway and then we’re in the road.“Arthur,” I call out to him, trying to touch his knee and look at him imploringly. “Please, talk to me. I want to know what you’re so angry about.”“I’m not angry,” he mutters. “I’m afraid.”I frown in confusion. “Afraid of what?”“Afraid that the mate bond is not going to be severed,” he says, and his voice drops even lower. “Afraid that someday, you will realize that he’s what you want and you will leave me.”His words hit me hard, almost like a direct punch in the chest. I look over at him but he’s already focused on the road. I clench my jaw, trying to hold back the tears long enough to talk, but my words start to fail me.No sound comes out of my mouth. Before I knew it, we’re alr