Wolfless Temptation のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 91 - チャプター 100

Feyre’s POVI hadn’t been the one to pack my bags but I found every single thing I needed and a lot more tucked within. I dressed myself for the feast they wanted to have, not really in the mood for a party but feeling too polite to say otherwise. My dress was beautiful and I admired it in the mirror before sitting down to put on some light makeup to hide whatever circles lay underneath my eyes.I still couldn’t believe I was here. With my mother’s family. On an island full of dire wolves. My grandfather had said the spell my mother placed on me was reversible. I wasn’t sure I wanted to believe that yet either. I’d had too many false hopes concerning the matter of getting my wolf. Too many near successes dashed away by the bitter sting of failure. They wouldn’t be the first witches to be confident they could lift my curse. Why should I believe things with them would be any easier?Until my wolf was melded with me once again, I was not having faith in any of their promises. They would

Feyre’s POVI was thrown into the darkness this time; flung with such violence and force that I feared my landing would end my life.I never landed at all. Instead, I was whirled endlessly by unseen forces, tumbling through the unending darkness until my body was suddenly frozen to a stop, suspended mid-air. I couldn’t tell if my eyes were opened or closed, so vast was the darkness.And then I began to drown.I don’t know when I first had the realization that I was underwater. One moment I could breathe and the next, I was choking and thrashing, water flying all around me even as it filled my lungs.I kicked my legs hard, panic filling my soul. I had no idea where I was or what was happening. Only an awareness that I was dying.As suddenly as it came, the drowning sensation stopped and I coughed desperately, stumbling several feet on rubbery legs that could suddenly move on solid ground. I froze, wondering if the darkness had solidified somehow and it was only when light flashed behin

Feyre’s POVThere was a need in me that I couldn’t put my finger on. I didn’t understand it at first, but it had consumed my every thought since I set my eyes on Dymon again, after returning to consciousness. I didn’t know if it was a side-effect of the spell or if it was something else entirely, but I had been inordinately pleased by him and now, I itched with a desire to make him mine.His lips moved over my own, gentle yet firm and I drank greedily, the flames of need fanning ever so higher. Such exquisite pleasure was foreign to me, yet I embraced it with eagerness and glee that I could hardly believe. Dymon himself was very careful, but then, he always was. His hands rested lightly on my shoulders as if he was doing his best to keep me at bay even as we kissed. Discontent licked at my insides, along with that fiercely burning need again and I did the first thing I was sure would assuage it. I pressed closer against him and the action seemed to please him as much as it did me beca

Dymon’s POVI wasn’t surprised when barely an hour after breakfast, a maid came to request my presence at Golran’s office. The exchange between Feyre and I couldn’t have lasted more than seconds, but it was enough for his sharp eyes to notice and now I suspected I was going to be cross-examined on my intentions or any actions I’d taken on his granddaughter so far. I wasn’t at all ready for it, I had yet to examine my feelings on the drastic way my relationship with Feyre had suddenly… evolved. Still, while I was here, I preferred to sow seeds of goodwill and keep the peace by doing as requested. It would make things easier, not just for me, but for Feyre.With that in mind, I swallowed my longsuffering sigh and followed the maid, allowing her to lead me once again to Golran’s office.He was waiting for me to arrive, his eyes snapping to the door the moment I knocked and opened it. The maid didn’t enter with me and I closed the door behind me before taking one of the seats he silently

Dymon's POVI should never have listened to Golran. In the weeks that followed my return to Drusden, that one regret was at the forefront of my mind.I had previously thought myself above such petty inclinations, but as day after without Feyre’s presence passed, I couldn't help but think how much I missed her. I fell into a petulant gloom, spending most of my days brooding in my office, thinking about her all the time in between a few productive hours when I got things done.Centuries of a life lived made it easy to put things out of mind especially once they were out of sight. Yet, I found myself indulging in memories, not to mention fantasies, all revolving around this one person.She was a slip of a girl. Barely twenty-one and yet had a wariness to her that belied pain lasting a century. Of course, she hadn’t been so wary the last night we’d spent together. No— then she had been confident and bold, brimming with passion and oozing a desire she’d eventually drowned me with.By the g