Seducing Mr. Werewolf のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 71 - チャプター 80

BASTIAN POV The next day dawned bright and clear, a stark contrast to the storm of emotions still brewing inside me. Damian was up and moving, the herbs Asmeral had provided working wonders to stabilize him. The mark on his chest still lingered, a sinister reminder of the threat Bill posed. But for now, the connection between the mark and the sword was blocked, keeping Bill from tracking us.I felt a strange mix of relief and anxiety. Damian was safe for the moment, but I knew it was only a matter of time before Bill found another way to come after us. I needed to find a permanent solution, and I had already decided on my plan.A knock on the door interrupted my thoughts. I opened it to find a delivery man holding a package. He handed it to me, and I signed for it, feeling the weight of the contents even through the packaging. Vampire blood."Thanks," I muttered, closing the door behind me.I went to my room and carefully unwrapped the package, revealing several vials of dark, viscou

BASTIAN POVThe day wore on, the sun climbing higher into the sky, casting a golden glow over the grounds. I wandered outside, the vials of vampire blood still heavy in my pocket, a constant reminder of my plan. As I walked, I caught sight of Zion, Abigail, and Damian playing together. Zion’s laughter rang out, pure and joyous, while Abigail and Damian watched him with fond smiles.For a moment, I stopped and simply watched them. Damian looked genuinely happy, his eyes shining with an emotion I rarely saw in him. He didn’t want this life of being a werewolf, of constant danger and uncertainty. All he ever wanted was to be human, to live a simple, peaceful life. But that was something he could never have.Seeing him like this, so content and at ease, stirred something dark within me. I wanted to protect him, to save his life so he could be happy. But another part of me, the part that had been buried deep for so long, wanted something else entirely. I wanted immortality. I wanted to be

BASTIAN POVAs the evening sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the grounds, the weight of our plan settled heavily in the air. Margaret’s presence had already shaken things up, and now it was time to put our scheme into action. The anticipation was palpable, the kind of tension that crackles like static electricity just before a storm.We gathered in the study, the room dimly lit by the fading light. Margaret laid out a map on the table, her fingers tracing the route we’d take to the old abandoned warehouse where we’d set our trap for Bill. Damian stood nearby, still trying to process everything that had happened. His eyes flicked to Margaret occasionally, a mixture of nostalgia and wariness in his gaze.“Alright,” Margaret said, her voice brisk and businesslike, “here’s the plan. We spread the word that Damian will be here, alone, tomorrow night. Bill will hear about it and come running. When he does, we’ll be ready.”Damian frowned, his concern evident. “And yo

MARGARET POVEver since I came back from the dead—or should I say woke up from my deep slumber—I've been trying to get Damian's full attention, but I haven’t been getting it. I know it's because of that slut Abigail. He’s in love with her now, and it’s like he doesn’t even notice me. I hate it. I remember 400 years ago how Damian looked at me with such love, how he showed me care and affection, how he promised to marry me and spend forever together. That was why I turned him into a werewolf, so we could spend eternity together, both of us immortal.I had someone turn him into a werewolf and faked my death, wanting him to miss me and long for me. I planned to return, and we’d be reunited. But that evil man, Bill, stabbed me with that cursed dagger with a magic stone. My soul was trapped inside, leaving my body in a deep slumber. Thank God Bastian woke me up. The torment I endured there was unbearable. All I want now is to find that dagger and destroy it. But first, I need to get rid of

DAMIAN POV I looked at Abigail’s weak body on the floor as she struggled to catch her breath. If I hadn’t arrived in time, she might have died. I reached out to help her stand, but she pushed me away and stood up on her own, her eyes blazing with anger.“Abigail, I know you’re upset with me, but you need to come home for your and Zion’s safety,” I said, my voice filled with worry. She just grabbed Zion and continued walking, ignoring me.I followed her, pleading, trying to convince her why she needed my protection. “Abigail, the witches are coming for Zion. You know you can’t fight them on your own. Please, come home for Zion’s sake. He needs me. I will protect him,” I said, hoping my words would convince her. But instead, she laughed bitterly.“I should come home, you say? Your stupid brother killed my cousin, have you forgotten?” she spat, but before I could respond, Bastian walked in with a smile on his face, his body and clothes covered in blood.“Well, well, well, don’t call