Hunted のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

SILASI felt better. Not great—my ribs still twinged every time I moved the wrong way—but good enough to drive. Riley was next to me, a bag of chips crinkling in his lap as he ate like it was the only thing keeping him occupied. “You haven’t told me where exactly we’re going,” he said, turning his head just enough that I could feel his attention shift to me. I glanced at him briefly before focusing back on the road. “The cabin,” I said simply. “And where is the cabin?” he asked, dragging out the words like they were foreign. “Off the grid.” Riley sat up straighter, brushing the crumbs off his hands. “Okay, that’s not an actual answer, Silas.” “It’s in the mountains,” I said, gripping the steering wheel a little tighter. “We’ll get there.” “You sound confident for someone who just admitted they’re not sure where it is.” “I didn’t say I wasn’t sure. I said I’ve only been there once.” Riley groaned, dropping his head back against the seat. “Fantastic. Nothing inspires t

SILASThe first thing I noticed when I opened my eyes was Riley, sprawled beside me, his chest rising and falling in an easy rhythm. His face, soft and relaxed in sleep, made me stay for a moment longer than I should have. I slid out of bed carefully, unwilling to disturb him, and grabbed a sweatshirt from the floor. It smelled faintly of him, like cinnamon and last night’s sex, and I pulled it on before making my way to the kitchen. The cabinets were nearly empty—save for a lonely box of cereal, and even that felt like it had been here too long. The overhead light flickered and groaned, the batteries still struggling to hold their charge. I rubbed a hand over my face, exhaustion pressing down on me, then turned and headed to the bathroom to freshen up. When I came back, Riley was awake, leaning lazily against the counter. His hair was a wild mess, his hazel eyes impossibly bright, and just like that, my world snapped and all I could focus on was him. The grin that spread across m

SILASPain was the first thing I registered when my eyes fluttered open. My body jerked instinctively, muscles straining against the weight of something cold and tight. Chains.I groaned, dragging in ragged breaths, my hair falling into my face as I struggled to see where I was. The room was dim, the faint glow of a single bulb barely illuminating the rough concrete walls around me.I tugged at the restraints binding my wrists and ankles, teeth gritted as the metal cut into my skin. Useless. They weren’t budging.Swallowing hard, I slumped back against the wall, the rough stone biting into my shoulders. My heart thundered as memories flooded my mind.Him.The man I had been running from for nearly twenty years. The one who had ripped my family apart, who had marked me and made me his prey. After all this time, I’d walked straight into him.I closed my eyes, willing the panic clawing at my chest to subside. Riley’s face surfaced behind my lids, a calming tether. His warm smile from thi

SILAS“Silas, meet your brother, Ronan.” I stared at Desmond with a flat expression. I raised a brow, unimpressed, and a quiet, bitter laugh escaped my lips. “I don’t have a brother,” I said, my tone flat, leaving no room for debate.Desmond’s brows lifted in mock surprise, his lips curling into that sick grin I’d come to hate. He rose to his feet, yanking the chain attached to the man he called Ronan. With a brutal shove, he forced Ronan forward, his face now inches from mine. “Look at him,” Desmond snarled, his voice thick with venom. “Tell me he doesn’t look like that bastard of a father you once had.” My gaze flicked to the man—no, the boy—that Desmond claimed was my blood. Every instinct in me screamed not to look, not to let this game crawl under my skin. But I did. Against my better judgment, I looked. And that was my first mistake. Ronan’s face was gaunt, his cheekbones hollow, his eyes sunken. But there was something hauntingly familiar in the sharp line of his ja

SILASPain shot through my skull as I slammed back against the wall, the air leaving my lungs in a sharp gasp. My hands came up on instinct, palms clammy, trembling—greenish veins spidered across them like something out of a nightmare. My chest heaved as my gaze darted around.Ronan was curled in the corner, unrecognizable. A wolf. His massive frame was tucked tightly against the wall, his eyes closed as if he were sleeping—or pretending to.I turned my head, slowly, to find Riley sitted there. Silent. Still. His jaw set so tight I thought it might snap.“Riley,” I rasped, the sound barely audible. He didn’t move at first, didn’t even blink. Then, agonizingly slow, he turned his head, his gaze locking on mine.I flinched at the cold emptiness in his eyes.“I’m sorry,” I whispered, the words brittle as they left my throat.He laughed. A sharp, bitter sound that cut through the room.“You’re sorry?” His voice rose, his chest rising and falling with a fury I couldn’t meet. “You’re sorry,