Bloodbound: The Lycan's Claim のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

Selene’s flushed face tightened as she gritted her teeth. “What do you mean?” she asked sharply, her voice carrying an edge of defiance. Gaia sat back in her chair, her expression unbothered. “Oh, you heard me,” she replied evenly, her voice carrying a quiet confidence that only added to Selene’s rising fury. “I’m just asking why you put the wallet in my jacket.” Selene stood abruptly, the scrape of her chair against the floor piercing the tense silence. “That’s absurd! How dare you accuse me of something so ridiculous?” She turned to Valtor, her eyes pleading now. “You’re just going to sit there and let her throw baseless accusations at me?” Valtor rubbed his temples, a sigh escaping him as he glanced between the two women. “Selene, calm down. Let’s just talk this through without turning it into a shouting match.” His voice was steady but carried a sharp edge of frustration. Selene rounded on him, her voice rising. “You’re defending her? Again? Why are you always taking her si

At night.Gaia sat upright in bed, her chest heaving, drenched in sweat. Her hair clung to her damp forehead, and the sheets beneath her felt sticky and uncomfortable. She pressed a hand to her pounding heart, trying to shake the unease that gnawed at her.It had been a long time since she’d had a strange dream, but it seemed they were back again.Closing her eyes, she let out a slow breath, her body sinking back into the mattress. But as soon as her head hit the pillow, the world shifted.She was no longer in her room.The dream world was a warped, unnatural place—fog covered the ground, thick and choking. The sky above was a strange shade of black, fractured with veins of crimson lightning that never struck. The air smelled of decay, and the sound of distant whispers echoed, and it was haunting.Gaia stood in the middle of it all, her bare feet sinking into the cold, wet ground. Her breath formed clouds in the icy air, and her stomach twisted with unease.“Gaia…”The voice came from

The sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting soft, golden rays over Gaia’s face. She stirred awake slowly, feeling a strange warmth against her. Her groggy mind struggled to make sense of it until her eyes fluttered open.And there he was.Valtor.His head rested on her shoulder, his arm draped loosely across her waist. His presence was so close, so intimate, that her heart leapt in her chest. For a moment, she didn’t dare move. The events of the night before came rushing back to her—his sleepwalking, her singing him to sleep, and the sense of connection she couldn’t explain.But now? Now it felt undeniably awkward.She cleared her throat softly, hoping it might stir him awake without her having to physically move. It didn’t. Instead, his grip on her tightened slightly, and his breathing hitched, as though he was beginning to wake.“Valtor?” she whispered hesitantly, her voice barely audible.His eyes blinked open slowly, disoriented for a moment as they met hers. His brows fur

The sunlight poured into the office, illuminating the dark wood desk and Valtor was seated behind it. His sharp gaze lifted from a document as the door opened. Damon stepped inside cautiously, head slightly bowed, his demeanor respectful.The previous day had been a disaster. The argument with Selene, the confrontation with the elders, and then Gaia—everything was spiraling faster than he had expected. And now, Selene was making her irritation known in the most predictable way possible.Damon cleared his throat, snapping Valtor from his thoughts. “Alpha, the bodyguard you assigned to Gaia has started his duties this morning. He’s stationed outside her room.”Valtor nodded slightly, but before he could respond, Damon hesitated, then spoke again. “Luna Selene sent me to inform you that she’ll be spending some days with her parents.”Valtor let out a quiet scoff, leaning back in his chair. Of course, she would. She was still furious from what had happened between them yesterday. The way

Selene sat curled up on the velvet couch in her parents' grand sitting room, her hands clenched around a silk handkerchief. Her tears had dried, but her frustration simmered beneath the surface.“I can’t take it anymore,” she snapped, voice thick with anger. “Everything is falling apart, and he—he’s letting it happen!”Anna sighed, setting down her teacup with a soft clink. “Selene, you’re overreacting.”“I am not overreacting!” Selene shot back. “I did everything right. I stood by him. I endured the stares, the whispers. And now, some random girl appears, and suddenly, he’s… different.” She exhaled sharply, shaking her head. “It’s humiliating.”Anna studied her daughter, her expression unreadable. “And what have you done about it?”Selene blinked, caught off guard. “What?”“You’re sitting here crying,” Anna said calmly, “but have you reminded him of who you are? Have you reminded him why he chose you?” She leaned forward slightly, her voice laced with quiet authority. “Men don’t chas