The Return of the Lycan mate のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 91 - チャプター 100

Luna Seraphine rose to her feet and placed a hand on Arya's shoulder. "It's been quite a long day. You and the child must be tired. I'll have a maid fix up your old room in the guest house. Come with me." Arya nodded and obeyed, still looking a bit dazed from the events that had unfolded.Luna Seraphine looked up at Damian in his throne and said, "We'll be seeing you at dinner, son." Damian nodded and said, "Of course, mum. I'll see you at dinner, Arya." Arya nodded again and followed Luna Seraphine out of the throne room, leaving the tension and brutality of the scene behind.As they walked, Luna Seraphine's hand on her shoulder was a comforting presence, and Arya felt a sense of gratitude towards her. She knew that Luna Seraphine was trying to shield her from the harsh realities of the pack's politics, and she appreciated her kindness.The guest house was a cozy building separate from the main palace, and Arya remembered it fondly from her previous visits. She was relieved to be esc

Vivian resumed crying in the truck, her sobs echoing through the confined space as the vehicle slowly tore through the night. She was sorely afraid for the way things had turned out for her in the space of just one day. So much had happened. In one day, she had managed to betray her friend, end up in the dungeons, get exiled from her people, and now, she sat in the back of a truck carrying her off to an unknown destination.Alice grew impatient with Vivian's constant whimpering, as it was clouding her thought process. She needed some quiet to plot an escape plan for the both of them. She turned to Vivian and sharply said, "Can you shut up already!"Vivian's whimpers grew softer until they quieted out completely, leaving an uncomfortable silence in their wake. Alice's gaze never wavered, her eyes fixed intently on the men blocking their exit, her mind racing with strategies and possibilities. The only sound was the hum of the engine and the rattle of the truck's wheels on the road.Ali

Arya ate her food slowly, her self-consciousness heightened by the presence of the court royals at the table. She was particularly aware of Damian, who had made a bold move by seating her to his left, beside him at the head of the table. The royals smiled and exchanged conversations, but Arya detected the subtle whispers beneath their breath, trading gossip about her.She longed to clear the air, to set the record straight about her parents' deaths. She wanted to tell them that her parents weren't the evil people they were rumored to be, but rather two young lovers who dared to dream of bridging the gap between their kinds. But, of course, her evil uncle had to snuff out their love.The memory left a sour taste in her mouth, and Arya quickly lifted her glass of wine to her lips, seeking a moment's refuge from the tension. As she took a sip, she couldn't help but wonder what other secrets were being whispered about her, and what lay ahead in this treacherous game of court politics.Ary

Leo turned his attention back to Alice and Vivian, asking, "Where's this place?"Alice replied, "Welcome back to the land of the living, brother."Leo scoffed, "I was better off dead! Why have you brought me here? I had so much going on for me! I'd just seduced my way into the bedroom of the demon Lord's consort. I've been working on that for ages! You've messed up my opportunity!"Alice said, "You didn't think for a second that she could be setting you up to become the demon Lord's dinner?"Leo stared at her in skepticism and finally said, "Well, if you put it that way..."Alice continued, "Look, I don't really have the luxury of time. I need your help, Leo."Leo rolled his eyes and said, "And you didn't think it better to call your father? Sure, he'd have been more glad to help his favorite daughter. His lips stretched into a smirk as he added, "If he's not too busy with his many concubines down in the underworld. Your father has succeeded in learning the art of charm upon his death

Damian strolled into the garden, his eyes scanning the area for his mother and Arya. He recalled his mother inviting Arya to tea the previous night and smiled, remembering the closeness they shared. He had finally made up his mind to sire Jasper's child, and his thoughts were filled with Arya.As he approached the umbrella-shaded table, he beamed with a wide smile. "Top of the morning to you two, beautiful ladies." He kissed his mother's forehead and took Arya's hand, lifting it to his lips. His eyes locked onto hers, and he heard her subtle gasp."Hello, Arya. I trust you slept well?" Arya replied shyly, "Yes, alpha. Thank you."Luna Seraphine playfully rolled her eyes. "Yes, I slept well too, thank you." Damian chuckled and said, "I was going to ask you that, mother." He turned to Arya, his smile lingering.He noticed the tea on the table and teased, "I see you've both decided to have tea without me, then." He picked up his mother's cup, and she protested, "Put that back down, sil