THE REJECTED LYCAN PRINCESS のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 141 - チャプター 150

ARIThe rail is cold in my hand as I ascend the dark stairs.It's raining again, the rain pelting on the window panes, the curtains fluttering as the cold flutters in. There is no one here, save for the one I am headed towards. It’s a quiet house, it should creep me or even make me turn around.This isn't something I should do, not when I am not okay mentally. But it is because I am not okay that I am turning the door knob and pushing the door open, eyes finding the figure that’s laying in the bed, the whole room dark, open windows once again letting in the cold wind.Not that he can feel it.He is looking at me, I can sense that he wants to ask something, so I push out the feeling that I don't want to talk about it. He said that he will make me forget. Does that still stand even tonight?I thought I had outgrown my naivety. Perhaps I had grown up and started knowing a little better. But it seems that I never learn.But I am so tired, so very tired and worn out. I have cried, and ther

ZADEHer moans are a drug to me.Her soft body is soft, responsive to my touch, and I gasp when her claws dig into my shoulders, deep and sharp. I see the blood trickling down her chest.Her eyes are closed. She kisses with her eyes closed, unlike me, who wants to see every tiny reaction she makes. I want to feel her breath, her gasp, her moans, when I let my tongue go deeper in her mouth, swirling and licking inside her mouth before tangling with her tongue.She is warm, deliciously so, as I caress her waist, going up and fondling her heavy breasts. She is so sweet. I love her body, I love how she responds to my touch, and I love her.I love everything about her, but she can't know that, not yet.I am bracing her body on my forearm, the other hand going down, between her thighs, and she is hesitant to let them fall apart. Instead of pulling them open, I will let her let me in. going for her ass instead, I start kneading it slowly, I now she loves it, as I kiss her even more deeply,

ARI“You thought I would forgive you after you reported me to my father that I am not a good mate?”I almost choke on the cake, and I have to glare at him. “I don’t care what you think, but I didn’t go to your father to complain about our lack of a good relationship.”He sits back as he crosses his arms and those damn muscled arms that I remember touching … holding onto …I clear my throat, shrugging. “Are you mad at me for your father approaching you, or are you just being petty?”“I am not going to forget about you paying for the damages if that’s what you are hoping for, Silvers.” He leans forward as he stands up, our faces so close that his breath fans on my face. “But I can be petty too, and you know it.”“How can I forget one of your redeeming qualities?” I ask, raising my eyebrows and closing the distance between us, and I don’t miss the way his nose flares in surprise.“If you are not by the parking lot after your last class, I will hunt you down, and it won't be pretty. You w

ZADEI don’t think twice, swerving the car by the side of the road and killing the engine. It happens all too fast, and Ari is heaving fast, palm pressed on her chest as she looks at me like I have lost my mind.Maybe I have, but I can't have this conversation while driving.“Why did you stop? Let’s get going, I need to get my car back and go on about my day.”“I am sorry.” It comes out in a whisper, where I bow my head, forehead pressed on the wheel.“Call it even, I left you for dead anyway,” she says, sitting back.“I am sorry,” I repeat, this time a little louder. When she doesn’t say anything, I turn my head to her. She is looking anywhere but at me.She knows what I mean, it’s the very thing that has been hanging above us, the thing that has been suffocating us both. The unspoken thing.“I don’t know what you are apologizing for.” She can't even look at me.“I am sorry for rejecting you, Ari.”The silence that stretches between us is deafening.Until she breaks it with a word th

ARISomething is breaking inside me.I can’t feel my touch, even as I touch my chest. I have gone numb, nothing truly registering as I sit on the floor, remaining in a state of static as she has left me.What you are doing is not worth it.Not worth it.Nothing is worth it.What do I do now?A murderer. A misguided child. Doing things that I shouldn’t, wrecking her life.A broken wail escapes my lips as I hunch down, feeling like I am taking my first breath.This is not how it was supposed to go. How can this happen? I killed someone, but I don’t know why. I don’t know why I keep getting angry, like I am in a cage, and when I am let out, I lash out at the first person closest.I wish I could stop, remember myself, and stop getting so angry, to stop my actions before they are thrown back at me, like I am going crazy and need to be put down.Everything I am doing feels wrong. Everyone keeps telling me that I am doing the wrong thing the wrong way.I don’t know what to do anymore. I don’