THE WOLF BRIDE’S ESCAPE のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

"I thought we had a plan," Lucien muttered, his voice low and thick with frustration. His hand gripped the reins of his horse, knuckles white. The weight of the moment was pressing down on both of us, suffocating. We had returned to the kingdom—my kingdom now, just as much as his. But it didn’t feel like a homecoming. It felt like the beginning of the end.The sun was setting, casting long shadows over the courtyard as we approached the castle gates. There was no cheering crowd, no fanfare. Just the tense silence of an uncertain future."Lucien," I said softly, turning to face him. The bond between us, forged in blood and magic, had grown stronger since the ritual. But something was wrong—something dark was coiling inside of me, in both of us. It wasn’t just the curse lifting, but something more insidious. As if we were tethered together by a force neither of us understood."Don’t." Lucien’s voice was rough, a growl of frustration escaping his throat. "We’ve got no time for pleasantri

"Lucien, look out!" I screamed, the words ripping from my chest as I lunged forward, my heart hammering in my ears.The battle was raging around us—crackling with the fury of warriors and the weight of everything we had fought for. Blood stained the earth beneath our feet, and the air was thick with the stench of sweat, fear, and violence. But none of it mattered at that moment.All I could see was Lucien. His tall, imposing form was locked in a brutal fight with his brother, the one who had betrayed him, the one who had come for his throne and his heart. But this wasn’t just a battle for power. It was a battle for Lucien’s soul. And in that moment, as his brother’s blade drew closer to Lucien’s chest, I knew that this wasn’t just about the pack. It was about the man I had come to love—the man I had always hoped could be more than the monster I had once believed him to be.Lucien’s movements were fierce, but his brother was faster, his strikes filled with anger I could feel all the wa

"I can feel it," I whispered, my voice almost lost in the stillness of the room. Lucien’s eyes met mine, his brow furrowed as he leaned over the map spread out before us. The kingdom’s land, once teeming with chaos and conflict, now lay under a fragile peace—one that I had learned not to trust.Lucien reached out, his fingers brushing against mine in a fleeting gesture that caused my heart to skip. Despite everything we had been through, despite his past cruelty and the brutal battles that had torn us apart, there was something undeniable between us now. Something I couldn’t fully explain. But the lingering wariness in his eyes, the tension in his posture, told me that we both knew the peace we were enjoying might only be temporary."Tell me what you feel, Cassia," he said, his voice low and steady, betraying none of the worries that twisted through him. "We’ve fought this war, and now we rebuild. There are no more enemies, no more threats."I shook my head, trying to shake off the un

“Cassia, what are you doing?”Lucien’s voice cut through the tension like a blade. I didn’t turn to face him. My fingers hovered over the ancient scrolls, their brittle edges almost crumbling under the weight of the truth I was about to unearth. His footsteps echoed closer, but my mind was elsewhere—trapped in the mystery of the mark burned into his skin.“What does it mean?” I muttered, more to myself than to him. My fingers traced the faded symbols etched into the ancient text. “This mark... it’s connected to something, isn’t it?”Lucien stopped behind me, his breath heavy with the scent of earth and power. “Cassia, stop.”“No.” I shook my head, my hands trembling as I held the scroll in place. The words danced in front of me, mocking me, and teasing me. “This is not just about you and me. This is about something much bigger. The Phantom King… the mark on your chest—there’s a prophecy. I need to know.”I could hear the shift in his tone as he stepped forward, his large hands gently

"Move!" Lucien’s voice was rough, desperate. He grabbed my arm, dragging me through the chaos that had overtaken the fortress. The walls, once a symbol of strength, now trembled under the relentless assault of the Phantom King’s forces. Crashes echoed, dust filled the air, and the shouts of soldiers were drowned out by the thunder of falling stones.I stumbled, breath catching in my throat. "Lucien, we can’t—""We don’t have a choice!" His grip tightened on my arm, urgency in his eyes. His normally controlled demeanor was cracked, showing the cracks in the hardened armor of his heart.I looked around, my pulse pounding. The fortress was collapsing before our very eyes. The once-pristine stone walls were crumbling under the weight of the onslaught. I could feel the ground shaking beneath me as the enemy tore through the gates.The Phantom King’s forces had come faster than we expected. His spies had moved in, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. And now, that moment had arrived. M