Lycan Heart-The Rejected Mate のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 91 - チャプター 100

The room was dark, save for a single sliver of moonlight that slipped through the cracks in the heavy iron door. Cana sat on the cold, unforgiving floor, her body aching, her spirit battered but not broken. Days had passed in this cell, stretching endlessly, blurring night and day into one relentless experience of isolation and despair. She barely felt the hunger anymore; it had become a dull ache she shoved aside, along with everything else that weakened her.The hellhounds hadn’t said much in those first few days. Larz, the more twisted of the two, took apparent pleasure in taunting her, dropping cryptic hints that suggested something far worse than mere capture awaited her. It made her uneasy, knowing that whatever plans they had weren’t finished. She was caught in a web she didn’t understand—yet.Tonight, though, something felt different. There was a tension in the air, a tightness she couldn’t shake, as if the darkness itself was pulsing with something terrible. Cana’s mind, weak

Ivy’s POVThe silence outside Axel’s house felt like the calm before a storm. I took a deep breath, trying to summon the courage to face him. Ever since Jeremy’s death and the hellhounds’ attack, I’d been drifting, lost, with no real direction. But now, I needed help. I needed Axel.As I stood before his grand iron gates, I had to fight down the wave of dread that was rising in my chest. If anyone had told me a few weeks ago that I’d end up begging Axel for forgiveness, I’d have laughed in their face. Yet, here I was, hoping he’d even let me through the door.When his second-in-command finally appeared, I forced myself to meet his questioning gaze. He looked me over with something like contempt before nodding and walking away. “Wait here,” he said over his shoulder.Minutes later, the door to Axel’s office swung open. I stepped inside, keeping my head down, unwilling to face him right away. A part of me was too ashamed to look into his eyes, to see the judgment I knew would be waitin

Axel entered his office with a sharp, focused look. He had just returned from his meeting with Lionel and Zane, and his mind was already racing with the web of lies he had spun to keep Zane from getting closer to the truth. He closed the door, sinking into his leather chair as he contemplated his next move.Axel knew he needed someone to act as the face of his false narrative. Someone who could pass as a powerful figure capable of tracking hellhounds, but who would also be entirely under his control. A pawn. He tapped his fingers against the polished wood of his desk, thinking through his options, running scenarios in his mind.Finally, an idea struck. There was one person who would do just fine: Leno, a beta in his pack. Leno was timid by nature, easily intimidated, and had always done as Axel commanded without question. Perfect for the task at hand. Axel summoned his second-in-command Martin, who entered within minutes, followed by Ivy, who looked at Axel with a mix of hesitation an

The echoes of the party still lingered in Axel’s mansion as the last guests departed, their laughter and murmurs fading into the night. Axel watched from the balcony, the faint hum of luxury cars driving away. With a calculated smirk, he turned back inside and summoned Leno to his office.Moments later, Leno entered, his head bowed respectfully, still in his carefully constructed “Alpha” persona. Axel studied him for a moment, noting the transformation Leno had embodied tonight. The nervous, hesitant Beta had vanished, replaced by a confident figure who walked among high-profile guests as if he belonged there.“Tonight was impressive,” Axel said coolly, his gaze steady on Leno. “You played your part flawlessly. Almost convincing enough to make me believe it myself.”Leno managed a small, grateful nod, though Axel’s words didn’t entirely ease his anxiety. “Thank you, Alpha. I only followed your instructions.”“Let’s keep it that way,” Axel replied, his tone sharpening. “What you achiev

The stone walls felt like they were closing in around Cana, stealing what little warmth she could gather from herself. It had been weeks—she’d stopped counting the days after thirty—of sitting in this bleak cell, alone with her thoughts, the silence broken only by the occasional creak of footsteps or the clink of metal outside her cell door. Even her breathing seemed foreign as if it belonged to someone else, someone who had become as ghostly as the light filtering through the high, barred window.A damp chill clung to her skin, her muscles aching and weak from lack of movement. Hunger gnawed at her, an emptiness that felt both physical and mental. But this wasn’t enough to break her. No. If anything, it hardened her, sharpening her focus, making her resolve colder, like steel forged in icy fire.She pressed her back against the rough stone wall, forcing herself to sit up, ignoring the biting discomfort. Every ache, every shiver—it was all a reminder of what she had to endure, and she