The Lycan King's Little Mate のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

NAIAI grunt aloud at the ridiculous request my brother—also the Alpha—just made."What was that?" Lorein, his mate, asks, stepping forward to slap me. I close my eyes, preparing for the impact, but it never comes."I said no bruises. She needs to be well and ready for the King." Luke stops, his tone final.What King? Is he going to sell me?I swallow, my voice cracking with disbelief. "What King?" It's not fear in my voice—at least, not yet. But I’d rather be dead than show even an ounce of fear to my asshole of a brother or his idiotic mate."You know, you really make it hard not to slap you, sissy," Luke sneers, and I roll my eyes, utterly disgusted."Just go and clean the damn toilets in the assembly room," Lorein orders, dismissing me with a wave of her hand.I turn and head to the assembly room, clutching the toothbrush she gave me to clean the toilet.I don’t even get paid for this.As I scrub away in the grimy space, the sound of voices entering the room catches my attention. I

SILAS“It’s almost midnight, let’s go for a run!” Thal, my Lycan, snaps impatiently."Why are you so worked up about this run, anyway? You’ve never been this excited to hunt in the Dark Forest," I grumble, heading outside. The cold night air greets me as I start to jog lightly."Just go, will you?" he urges, his tone sharp yet brimming with urgency."Fine," I mutter.As I leap mid-stride, my body begins to shift effortlessly. My bones crack, reforming as I surrender control to Thal. He takes the lead, his large paws pounding against the damp earth as I let my consciousness drift, my eyes closing briefly to rest.After a while, Thal stops abruptly.“I’m shifting back,” he warns, giving me little time to prepare.As I regain control, the fatigue clings to me like a weight. But just as I clear my head, something hits me.A scent.It’s unlike anything I’ve ever encountered. Sweet and intoxicating—wild honey, night-blooming jasmine, and a faint, lingering trace of fresh rain. It’s so poten

SILASHer hands are small, trembling slightly as they cup my Lycan’s face. Her touch is hesitant but curious, her fingers grazing my fur like she’s trying to memorize every detail. It’s… intoxicating.I’ve never been touched like this before. Not with awe. Not with care.“What is this creature called?” she asks aloud, though her words aren’t directed at me.Her voice is soft, melodic, and I have to fight the urge to close my eyes and savor the sound. My Lycan rumbles with approval, standing perfectly still as though he’s afraid to scare her off.“I do not know, but he is gorgeous,” I hear her wolf purr through the link, her tone dripping with admiration.Her next words surprise me. She smiles—a warm, genuine smile—and nods as though agreeing with her wolf.Beautiful. Stunning. Utterly unafraid.I’ve faced warriors, rebels, even kings who’ve cowered before me. But here she is, looking at me like I’m something to be marveled at, something worth touching, worth knowing.She’s my mate. My

SILASI placed Naia in my bed hours ago, her small frame curling into the warmth of the blankets as she drifted off. Watching her sleep had been a battle of restraint; my Lycan, Thal, wanted nothing more than to stay, to hold her close and revel in the mate bond. But duty called, and I left her to meet with Gamma Ben and Beta Carl in my office.“So, tell me,” I urge them, setting down glasses of bourbon on the small table between us. The alcohol barely registers on my senses, but it’s more about the ritual than the drink.Ben leans forward, his expression grim. “In the deeper part of the forest, there are two packs. I went to both in secret and found something interesting. Apparently, your brother has been visiting one of them.”“Eclipse Hollow,” Carl adds. “And guess what? The Alpha there isn’t just any Alpha. He’s our Luna’s brother. And from what I’ve gathered, he’s been mistreating her for her entire life.”The room falls silent, the words settling heavily in the air. My grip tigh

SILASShe tilts her head, her lips curving into a sly smile as she finally finds her voice. “Why? You planning on avenging me, Lycan King?” she teases, the title rolling off her tongue with a playful lilt. I smirk, stepping closer until there’s barely any space between us, the scent of jasmine and honey intoxicating me in ways I didn’t think were possible.“Maybe I am,” I reply, my fingers brushing along her jawline, making her shiver. Her eyes narrow, her confidence blooming as she takes a step back, as if to keep me on my toes. “And what if I told you I handled it myself?” she challenges, crossing her arms over her chest, the towel slipping slightly but somehow holding firm. Her movements are as bold as her words, but the faint blush on her cheeks gives her away.I grin, closing the space between us again, cornering her against the wardrobe with deliberate ease. “Then I’d say my mate is as dangerous as she is beautiful,” I quip, leaning in just enough to see the pink deepen on her f