Lycan's Redemption: Captive to Lover のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

Olive’s POV Ever since my grandmother lost her ability to shift into her wolf form, she got sick and reduced to a frail and helpless state. I knew that I had to be there for her. Thus, I made it my mission to take care of her and ensure that she was never alone. Just like what she did to me when I was young. Therefore, Vincent and I got into that accident. I knew that things were going to change. I took the blame for his crime, hoping that he would repay me by taking care of my grandmother. She needed someone to look after her, someone who could provide the support and care that she needed to survive. But that man, that bastard, he left my grandma alone! “Grandma! Open your eyes! Grandma!” I cried out loud. Inside a cluttered and dimly lit small house, my heart sank at the sight of my frail grandmother lying on the floor. Her thin figure spoke volumes as if she had been deprived of nourishment for days on end. "Please, Grandma. Look at me. I've returned, so please..." Cradling

Griffin’s POV Olive’s grandmother died in the Pack’s hospital. With the help of Aaron’s servants, a burial was prepared for the old lady. As for Olive, she was nowhere to be seen around the room of her dead grandmother. I looked around the hospital, following her scent. And then, I saw her on the rooftop. She was sitting on the ground, under the moonlight. She’s looking at the moon with her unblinking, swollen eyes. I clenched my fists while staring at her. I made a promise when we were young that I would be the greatest doctor so I could save her grandmother. But it was too late. I couldn’t save her happiness. But this is not the time to blame myself. She needed someone by her side, and that should be… me. I walked closer to her and sat beside her. She slightly turned her eyes to my side, but she didn’t directly peer straight into my direction. "I've been searching for you. I never anticipated finding you up here on the rooftop. You despise heights," I remarked, gazing up at t

Olive’s POV My grandmother’s burial was being held in Aaron’s castle. A place where I was locked became the place of mourning for the most special person in my life. Dressed in a somber black dress, I stood next to my grandmother's coffin and gazed upon her lifeless form. The tears that had flowed so freely earlier had now dried up, leaving me feeling numb and disconnected. The dead couldn't escape. Even so, I couldn’t take my eyes off her, as if by doing so, I would lose her forever. Not in this life or any other. I needed to hold on to her memory at the last moment. To cherish this one last night. And yet… "Can you believe it? Lycan Aaron went all out and hosted the prisoner's grandmother's funeral right in his majestic castle!" " Why on earth would the Lycan do something like that?" "I know, right? It's kind of surprising. It's like he's actually showing some respect for the prisoner's family." "Wow, that's crazy! Vera died because of that woman. This is just so wrong and u

Olive’s POV I led Vincent's mate into my cramped room and offered her a steaming cup of coffee, placing it on the side table. "It's freezing outside," I remarked, my tone flat. "You must be cold after traveling all the way from Star Moon Pack. Drink this to warm up." Helen, my ex-boyfriend's new mate, eyed the coffee warily, biting her lip and fidgeting with her fingers. ‘She doesn't trust me,’ I realized. "Are you afraid I poisoned your drink because you're dating my ex?" I asked. "N-no, it's not that," she stammered, waving her hands defensively. "I'm just allergic to coffee." Helen took a deep breath and surveyed my tiny room. "Your room is really small. It's like a prison in here," she commented. "I know you didn't come here to make small talk, nor you to mourn," I said, cutting to the chase. Her expression turned serious once more as she met my gaze. “To be completely honest, I was seething with anger when I caught sight of you just a moment ago. But then, out of nowhe

Vincent’s POV I woke up from a restless sleep, my head pounding from a wild night of heavy wine drinking. The taste of regret lingered on my dry tongue, urging me to grab a glass of water. "I really need some water," I mumbled, barely able to hear myself as I sat up, my temples throbbing with pain. Slowly, I opened my eyes, letting the dim room light seep in and reveal my surroundings. To my surprise, the spot next to me on the bed was empty. My mate, Helen, was nowhere to be found. Confusion washed over me as I scanned the room, taking in the aftermath of our wild party from the night before. Clothes were scattered all over the floor, mixed in with empty wine bottles that silently testified to our debauchery. "Has she left again?" I grumbled, frustration building as I gathered my clothes and quickly got dressed, trying to regain some sense of composure. Leaving my room, I ventured into the hallway, hoping to find someone who could give me some answers. But to my dismay, the co