Awakening the Rejected Queen のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 291 - チャプター 300

Zane’s POV“Lucinda,” Callie said dryly.Lucinda waltzed further into the cave. Callie just eyed her calmly. How was she so calm? Lucinda was here. She’d found us! What was she going to do to us? I was still badly injured and Slade was in rough shape. I couldn’t defend myself. Not yet. My heart was hammering in my chest.But Callie?She simply rose to meet Lucinda, her face calm and stoic. She closed her top, wrapping her arms around her chest. How was she not freaking out? Did she know something I didn’t?I assumed this was going to end badly. There was no way Lucinda had just come here for a nice, friendly visit.She’d shapeshifted into a falcon and tried to carry me away to her coven the last time I saw her. But I’d escaped by tossing myself off a cliff. And then Callie had dragged me here, to the safety of the cave.Callie told me herself that Lucinda would be furious at Callie for intervening. So why was Callie so calm?Hate seethed in me. I detested Lucinda. I regretted the da

Zane’s POVMy mind spun. I knew that Lucinda was an ancestor of the witch who cursed my family. But I didn’t know she was a direct descendant.I went through the story in my mind.Calista and Lucinda’s mother (Eden’s grandmother) had either fallen in love with a warlock and had an affair, or been raped. When Diane gave birth (to Lucinda), the baby had no werewolf in it. It was witch, through and through. So the father, (Mortimus Black), either stole the baby back in the middle of the night, or Diane begged him to take the baby because she was embarrassed by it because it was wolfless.The baby (Lucinda) ended up with her grandmother, Sullivan Black. Sullivan Black was the head witch of the Falcon Crest Coven, a powerful, large coven.The same coven that had cursed MY family during the werewolf/witch wars.Lucinda had found out that the curse was broken, so she’d tracked me down to reinstate the curse. But only AFTER she got me pregnant, because she’d had a vision of a baby with both w

Zane’s POVI wasn’t sure what to expect. I’d never been to a witch’s coven before. I’d conjured up images in my head of women walking around naked, caked in muddy herb blends, chanting.That was ridiculous, of course. It was probably the same way people who had never seen werewolves assume that all we do is run around in wolf form and howl at the moon. But in any case, I carried a lot witchy stereotypes with me as we walked to the coven. And every single stereotype was dispelled as we crossed the boundary into the Falcon Crest Coven.Beautiful.That was the first word that came to mind.I didn't want it to be, but it was. The coven was absolutely beautiful.“Welcome to our home,” Lucinda said, beaming with pride. And rightfully so. I’d never seen anything like it. There were dirt paths lined with flowers that zigzagged all along the ground. The effect was a colorful symphony of flowers that sort of hit you in the face. The paths led up to a few small structures. They were likened

Zane’s POVI looked at this woman, this woman holding my dick, an incredulous expression on my face. Save some seed?Gross!I smacked her hand, like a child trying to take cookies from a cookie jar.“Stop it,” I said.Her breasts sagged with the weight of age. She had a mound of untamed pubic hair, and unshaved legs. The women behind her were all naked too, although they didn’t look as old. For a brief moment, I wondered if this woman was even young enough to get pregnant.Then I shook my head.What the hell did THAT matter? She was accosting me in the shower.“Come on,” she cooed, still holding my dick. She was trying to stroke it. But of course, it wasn’t responding.“He’s not getting hard,” one of the women behind her said.“Just wait. He will,” she said confidently.“Let go,” I said again, more firmly. But she wouldn’t. So I reached back to slap her across the face, hoping that would make her let go.“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” another female voice said.It was Brinsle, Lu

Zane’s POVEerie.That was the first word that came to mind as I shook each hand, one at a time.There was something eerie about these men. They all sat, legs crossed in criss cross style, their hands resting on their knees. They all had the same serene smile on their faces. Their heads were all shaved, and they all wore tunics that were exactly the same except for the colors.Two red tunics. One brown. One yellow. And one gray.I was happy to see that there were five of them. Together, we could find a way out. I didn’t know how strong their wolves were, but with six of us all together, we had a fighting chance.I wanted to get down to business right away. There was no time to waste. I had to question them. Get all the details I could about this place. About these witches. So we could start formulating a plan.“You’re the Lycan King?” the one in the yellow tunic asked.“I am,” I said.They all bowed their heads in unison. They stayed like that, bowed, for an awkward amount of time. I