Feral Desires のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

NIKOLAITHE SOUND OF birds chirping was what woke me up. Soft. Unassuming. Completely out of place in my fucking world.A low groan rumbled from my throat as I shifted, only to realize something heavy was pressed against me—someone. Their head rested in the crook of my neck, the weight familiar and welcoming.Claude.I exhaled through my nose, my eyes locking onto his face. Even now, even in sleep, he looked like something I shouldn’t fucking touch. Something sharp and fragile at the same time, something that could cut me open if I wasn’t careful.Not that it mattered. I wasn’t careful. Never had been.And no matter how many times I thought about it, no matter how I turned it over in my head, I still couldn’t wrap my mind around the fact that werewolves were real. That he was real. That every goddamn thing I had ever believed about this world had been a lie.It fucked with me. Made me question everything. Made me run from him when I should have just accepted what was in front of me.Hi

CLAUDEHE DIDN'T EVEN tell me when he left.I had still been in bed when a knock sounded at the door. The sound dragged me from sleep, and when I reached across the mattress, my hand met nothing but cold sheets.The space next to me was empty.I should have known then.When I opened the door, a man dressed in all black stood there, his posture rigid, his gaze fixed anywhere but on me.“Boss said I should tell you he won’t be back soon.”Soon. That was four days ago.My stomach twisted, a slow, twisting ache forming in the pit of my gut because the last time he left, he came back with two bullet wounds.I didn’t want to see that again.I didn’t want to sit here, waiting, suffocating in this house while my mind ran in circles, wondering if this was the time he wouldn’t make it back.The house was full of people, but it still felt empty. Hollow. Cold in a way that had nothing to do with temperature. And I knew—I knew—it was because I wasn’t really part of this world.I didn’t try to talk

NIKOLAIMY FINGERS CURLED around the gun before I was even fully awake, instincts kicking in before reason as I forced myself through the last haze of sleep. Something was off. Someone was too close. Watching.I sat up fast, muscles tight, gun already aimed, my finger poised over the trigger—ready to put a bullet between their eyes—until I saw who it was.Boris. My grip tightened, jaw locking as I breathed through the sharp rush of adrenaline. I didn’t lower the gun. I could still pull the trigger. I wanted to. “Now, now, Nikolai.” His voice was too smooth, too fucking amused for someone who had just walked into my bedroom uninvited. “Don’t tell me you plan on shooting your own Batya.”The light flicked on, too bright, too harsh, and I swore under my breath, dragging a hand over my face as I adjusted to it. He was smiling. That slow, knowing smirk that made my skin crawl.I reached for the sheets without looking, pulling them up over Claude’s back, covering him before he could wake

CLAUDE I COULD TELL something was wrong the moment they told me to step out of the car. The way they moved, the way they avoided my gaze—it was all wrong.You’re being detained. Shit.So here I was, pacing in a small, dimly lit room, waiting for something to happen, and I knew exactly what that something would be—my father.My jaw clenched as I turned to the two men standing guard. "Why are you holding me here when I should be on my way back to my pack?" My voice came out sharp, a growl filled with frustration.They exchanged a glance before one of them finally spoke. "You’ve been reported missing—"My heart dropped."By the Alpha of Rising Moon Pack."Of course.I dragged a hand over my face, trying to keep calm. With what had happened the last time, of course he would be worried, but I didn’t think he would actually report me missing. Not when he was the kind of man who preferred handling things alone.I didn’t know how long I sat there, pacing, waiting, feeling the minutes stretc

NIKOLAITHE BASTARD WASN’T even shaking.His hands were tied behind his back, knees pressed into the cold concrete, a gun to his skull—and he still had the audacity to look me in the eye.I should’ve killed him already. The second they dropped him in front of me—blindfolded, gagged—I should’ve pulled the trigger. But I didn’t. Not yet. Because I wanted him to see me. I wanted him to know exactly who was taking his last breath.“You’re quiet,” he rasped, his voice barely recognizable after the screaming. “Expected more from you.”I crouched in front of him, tilting my head. “Like what?”“A speech.” His mouth twisted into something that might’ve been a smirk if his face weren’t so fucked up. “Something poetic. Revenge always brings out the theatrics in men like us.”I let the silence hang between us for a moment, just staring at him. Then I smiled—barely, but enough to show him I wasn’t fazed.“He was weak,” he spat. “Would’ve never made it in this world, and you know it.”The word hit