THE WOLF BRIDE’S ESCAPE のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 71 - チャプター 80

"Lucien, wait." My voice echoed across the ancient stone walls, raw with the weight of fear, but also something deeper. Something I couldn’t name.Lucien paused, his fingers trailing over the dusty, weathered pages of the ancient tome spread out before him. The words were archaic, the language unlike any I had ever seen. But as he read, his eyes darkened, and his breath quickened. I could feel his pulse quicken too—an urgency gnawing at the very air between us.“What is it?” I asked, stepping closer, unable to ignore the way my heart thundered in my chest.He didn’t answer at first. His gaze fixed on the page, his jaw clenched. When his eyes finally lifted to meet mine, they were full of a strange mix of determination and dread. “This is it, Cassia. This is how I stop the Phantom King.”I could see the truth in his words, but also something that made my gut twist. The Phantom King, a name I had come to fear since the beginning of this journey. The figure who had haunted the dreams of

"Lucien, don’t do this!" I shouted, my voice breaking through the cold air. My heart hammered in my chest as I stood before him, watching the man I thought I understood begin to unravel. His once sharp, commanding demeanor was slipping, and in its place, something darker was taking root. The coldness I had once feared, the distance, was now overshadowed by something far more dangerous: the pull of an unseen force, a darkness he couldn’t control.He stood there, his back turned, muscles rigid. The moonlight highlighted the harsh angles of his face, casting long shadows across his features. He had always been imposing, but tonight, he was something else entirely. Something alien. The power within him, the very same power he had struggled to suppress for years, was no longer a mere shadow—it was growing, and it was consuming him."Lucien, please, talk to me. We can fight this together," I implored, my voice softening with desperation. I stepped forward, reaching out to him, but he flinch

Lucien stood before the Phantom King, a towering figure whose presence seemed to consume the room. Shadows clung to him like a second skin, his piercing eyes gleaming with cold malice. The air was thick with the scent of ancient power, and every step Lucien took seemed to echo in the vast, dark chamber.His heart hammered in his chest, and though he tried to steel himself, his resolve wavered. He had always been a man of power, of control, but here, in the presence of the Phantom King, he felt as if he were nothing—small, insignificant, a puppet on strings.“You have been a fool, Lucien,” the Phantom King’s voice slithered through the silence, his words smooth and calculated. “You thought you could defy me. But you were always destined to be my tool.”Lucien clenched his fists, his breath shallow. “I will not bow to you.”The Phantom King chuckled darkly, a low, guttural sound that sent a chill down Lucien’s spine. “Oh, but you will. You have no choice.” He stepped forward, his figure

"Lucien, look at me!" I shout, my voice echoing in the vast, cold chamber. The shadows in the room seem to stretch and twist, but my focus remains solely on him—on the man who has tormented me, and yet, whose gaze now holds a flicker of something unrecognizable.He sits at the throne, the weight of the world pressing down on him. I can see it—the pain, the conflict. His dark eyes, once so unyielding, are clouded. He doesn’t respond, not immediately, and the silence between us feels like a suffocating weight.My heart races. I have crossed a threshold. There is no going back now. Every step I've taken has led me to this moment. To him. To this choice."I never wanted to be here," I say, my voice trembling, not from fear, but from something deeper. Something raw. "You know that, don't you? I didn't choose this. None of it."Lucien finally lifts his head, his gaze meeting mine with a tenderness that nearly shatters me. "I know," he whispers, his voice strained as if the words themselves

The wind was still, its usual fierce howls silenced by the calm that had settled over the land. It was the kind of peace that, once fought for, felt too fragile to touch. I stood on the balcony of our new home, my hand resting against the stone railing, watching as the first rays of dawn stretched across the sky. The remnants of the battle, the death, the bloodshed—those memories still clung to the edges of my mind. But for the first time in so long, I didn’t feel the weight of them pulling me under.Lucien stood beside me, his presence a quiet comfort. He had changed. I had seen it in the way he moved, the way his eyes softened when they met mine. There was a tenderness in him now that had once been foreign. The ruthless Alpha, the man who had once ruled with iron fists, had been replaced by someone who cared. Someone who had learned to let go of the chains of the past and embrace the future—our future.“You’re quiet,” he said, his voice low, but not the harsh, commanding tone I was