The Cursed Lycan’s Substitute Bride のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

The double doors to the ballroom were held open and the congregation rose to their feet.The classical rendition of "Here comes the bride" played on the organ as Maya walked in. She clutched the garland of roses in her hands as she approached the aisle.Heads turned and eyes widened as the bride sauntered into the room, gracing the guests with her angelic presence. She was like a maestro conducting an orchestra, her movements precise and confident, as she walked down the aisle.“Isn’t Freya just so beautiful?” Luna Rosella shared a smile with Melissa. “She is indeed,” Melissa smiled, her eyes crinkling at the corners as she watched her daughter. The guests seated next to them gazed in complete admiration. One of them leaned forward, her elbows on the table as the bride sauntered by. “She is simply exquisite.”"She's so beautiful, isn't she?" An omega wolf whispered to her son. He replied with a grin. "Of course. Her family must be so proud of her.""Freya will make such a wonderfu

TRIGGER WARNING : BLOOD, BLOOD AND DEATH.The stench of sweat, blood and smoke grew thick in the air.Damien looked at the victim suspended from the ceiling screaming in agony, her body a testament to the torture she had endured. “Your partner is dead, Anna,” Damien took a long drag from the cigarette. “There's no one alive anymore but you.”And he was right. Six bodies laid limp on the bloody floor. Anna shook her head, tears welling up in her eyes. “It was Mike!”“But Mike said it was you.” Damien corked his head to the right. Anna fought exhaustion as her body swayed. Her eyes dropped and she nearly closed them.The sound of a gunshot echoed in the room and Maya's blood ran cold. Her mouth went round in shock as she realized Damien had missed. “It wasn't me,” She screamed through tears. “I didn't mess up the shipment. Please, I'm innocent.” “Aren't we all?” Damien threw a kick at her stomach, sending her crashing to the floor. She fell with a loud thud and groaned in pain. Whe

Asher stepped forward, his lips crinkling into a smile. “There you are, Maya.” Maya froze. “W - what?”“It's you. I knew I'd seen that face before.” Asher went on.Maya’s heart raced in her chest and she felt she would have a heart attack. ‘What is Asher doing here?’ She questioned her troubling thoughts. Her hand was quick to clutch her flask and she prayed they wouldn't tremble. ‘What a terrible way to reunite with your ex. I hope he doesn't recognize me.’ Maya pushed back her chair when the PA system chimed.“Sorry, uh, Mr…” Maya pinched her eyelids to get a read at his name tag. “...Asher but my name is Freya. Actually Mrs. Slade.” She showed him the diamond ring on her finger and his smile died. “I get confused a lot with my twin sister, Maya.”“Oh sorry,” Asher cupped the back of his neck. “Mr. Slade wants to see you in his office.”Maya frowned but instantly covered it with a fake smile. “Ah, I wonder what hubby wants from me.” Then she turned to her friends, “See ya, l

It was the next morning, and Freya still hadn't made an appearance for breakfast. The whole family had planned this gathering, and their absence was conspicuous. Damien had woken up earlier than usual after getting a call from Asher regarding a deal that was supposed to be finalized, but complications had arisen due to some authority's delay.His grip tightened around the phone, knuckles turning white with tension. The frustration that had brewed in his chest was now at a boiling point. He couldn't remember the last time a deal had spiraled so out of control. Asher's laugh boomed on the other end, only fueling his anger."Listen carefully, Asher," Damien said, his voice low and edged with authority. "I don’t tolerate failed deals. If you keep letting me down like this, I will take action that you won't like."Asher’s tone was playful, laced with amusement, but Damien could detect the underlying mockery. "Relax, Damien. The deal went through; I was just messing with you. Tried to call

Demian pov “What do you mean by starting to care about people's affections, Demian?” My best friend's voice cut through my thoughts as I looked up, my eyes momentarily shifting from the papers on my desk.What does that even mean? When exactly should I start caring? It's an insult, really. He laughed, adjusting his suit as he settled into the chair across from me and crossed his legs with a decisive motion. I knew exactly what topic he wanted to tackle.“Hey, Freya is my wife, so of course I care about her!” he asserted, reaching over to take my red drink from the table. He leaned in, hands pressing against the table, his gaze locked on me.“I know she’s your wife, but you…you…” he pointed at my face, and I frowned deeply, making it clear that his attempt to provoke me was unwelcomed.“Fine, Freya, Freya, Freya—she’s your wife, but that’s no excuse for being so dismissive about meetings that require your presence,” he continued. I sighed heavily, realizing he was right; I had been ne