Unwritten Mates のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

My parents had finally announced it—the new Inn was ready. It was supposed to be great news, a fresh start, but all I felt was dread sinking into my chest like concrete. Moving meant leaving behind this place and, worse, seeing Ethan less often. For the past several days, we'd been nearly inseparable, sneaking kisses and walking hand in hand as though we were some picture-perfect couple. It was all so new to me—my first real relationship. I had no idea what I was doing, and I wasn't shy about saying it.Ethan found it amusing. "Just go with the flow," he always said, grinning like it was the simplest thing in the world. And honestly, I'd been doing just that. Every kiss, every touch felt like uncharted territory. We'd sneak off to my room or disappear into the forest, where he had this thing for pinning me against the rough bark of a tree. As weird as it sounds, it sent shivers down my spine every time. It wasn't just his lips—it was the way his hands lingered on my waist, hovering lik

My heart slammed against my ribs, each beat like a war drum echoing in my chest. The blood drained from my face as the figure stepped out of the shadows—tall, menacing, and otherworldly. His eyes burned red, like embers stirred into life, pinning me in place with their intensity."She's mine now."The words crashed through my mind, cold and final. My breath hitched, and a shiver sliced down my spine, locking every muscle in my body. I snapped my gaze to Ethan, who had positioned himself in front of me. His stance was protective, but his resolve wavered—just for a second. Fear flickered in his eyes, quickly chased by anger.I couldn't bring myself to look at Lycan, not yet. My voice barely worked, but I managed a hoarse whisper. "What... what is that?"Ethan didn't answer. His muscles were taut, eyes darting between me and the figure like he was mapping out a desperate escape route. But the doubt on his face was unmistakable—he wasn't sure we were getting out of this.The figure moved c

The drive to my new house felt like an eternity. The gentle hum of Ethan's Ford pickup truck was the only sound breaking the strained calm. Every now and again, I'd catch Ethan staring my way out of the corner of my eye as if he were looking for something—an opening, a chance to break the ice, or perhaps simply to evaluate my mood. But I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of speaking first. If he thought that whatever was between us gave him the right to control who I could or couldn't see, then he was sorely mistaken.He must've sensed my stubbornness because, out of nowhere, he spoke. "I'm sorry, okay?" His words cut the stillness so abruptly that I flinched in my seat. He didn't even glance at me as he said it, his gaze fixed on the road, his knuckles white as he held the steering wheel. "I just don't want you getting hurt… more than you already have."I remained quiet, chewing the inside of my cheek. He raked his fingers through his hair, evidently irritated with himself rat

My mom stood in the doorway, arms crossed, giving me that familiar "What did you do now?" look. Her voice dripped with exasperation. "What happened this time?"I grimaced, sinking deeper into the couch cushions. "Let's just say my 'rest' turned into an impromptu nature hike, and I may have ignored the whole 'doctor's orders' thing."She sighed, rubbing her temples like I was the world's most persistent headache. "At this rate, you'll be in that boot for three months.""Three months?!" I shot upright, ignoring the twinge in my ankle. "No way. I refuse to be stuck in this thing that long."Dad didn't even glance up from his newspaper. "Do you want a permanent limp?"I scowled. "Obviously not.""Then stop acting like a baby and follow the doctor's orders," he said dryly, flipping a page.Classic Dad—blunt and infuriatingly right."Wow, Dad, a newspaper? What is this, 1995? Didn't think you still knew how to read anything that wasn't on a screen."He smirked without looking up. "That's ric

The morning air was thick—and not just from the summer heat. My nerves were already fraying, thanks to Ethan's Houdini act. The guy basically demanded I date him, all broody and intense, and then—poof—he vanished. No texts, no calls. Nada. Was he ghosting his idea of romance? And to make things worse, my dad was waiting for me by the car, tapping his fingers on the roof like a human metronome."You ready?" he asked, more like a command than a question."Not like I have much of a choice," I muttered, hobbling toward the car in that stupid orthopedic boot.Riding a bike was out of the question, and while school was only fifteen minutes away, being chauffeured by Dad on the first day of senior year? Kill me now.Just as I was about to drag myself into the passenger seat, the roar of an engine shattered the morning stillness. I turned to see a black Ford pickup tearing down the street, music blasting so loud it rattled the pavement. And, of course, it was Ethan.Great.He parked like he w