Breeder For The Lycan King のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

ROSANNE“You've just been playing hard to get.” Throughout the whole night, Landon’s words kept replaying in my head. I couldn't sleep, couldn't think straight, his words just kept repeating like it was under some sort of control. I'd thought the next morning would make me better. But even as I stepped down for breakfast, his words echoed in my ears again. It was almost like he was there, present, watching me with his stormy brown eyes. Clutching the railing hard, I inhaled a deep breath. What if I was really just playing hard to get? What if I was slowly developing some feelings for Mikhail? That was impossible. I'd never love him. Not when I was this close to escaping from hell. Immediately I entered the dining hall, my gaze met Landon's. He was there, sitting next to Mikhail and staring at me with his stormy eyes. My breath caught in my throat as he kept his gaze on me. What was he doing here? He had his own mansion, only comes here to train or have private discussions wit

ROSANNEUpon getting into my room, I slammed the door hard and leaned on it, trying to catch my breath. Mikhail's lips were so soft, I didn't want to pull away. His touch managed to set my whole skin on fire within seconds. I should hate him. I do hate him. But his lips still lingered on mine. I paced around my room, patiently waiting for Mikhail. For walking away from him, he'd punish me—even if he didn't, he'd be standing outside my door right now, but he wasn't. In my pale blue pajamas, I kept pacing around my room, waiting for the devil I hate. The devil I badly wanted to escape from. But he never came. For the first time, no one came in to drag me to his office. He didn't barge into my room to demand an explanation. I groaned and stepped into the bathroom to have a warm shower. I slipped out of my pajamas and tossed them on the bed, turning on the shower as the warm water cascaded down my back. It was soothing, relaxing, but as the water dripped, Mikhail's face flashed

ROSANNEI walked through the hallway, still irritated from my last encounter with Mikhail. He kept making himself feel sort of important, and the fact that he was really important was upsetting to the core. It was almost time for dinner, but I wasn't even in the mood to eat. Suddenly, a hand covered my mouth, pressing hard against it as I was pulled into a corridor. I tried to struggle, but the asshole was so strong, my efforts were futile. He'd dragged me to a dark corridor, his features completely hidden behind a mask. “Keep quiet and I'll make this painless.” “Who are yo—” my words died in my throat as the man aimed for my stomach. In horror, I dodged his attack and got my arm stabbed instead. He pulled out the dagger viscously and pain exploded my whole body. I whimpered, staggering backwards as I clutched my bleeding arm, but he didn't stop. He stared at the dagger and smirked. “You shouldn't have dodged the first attack.” He took a step forward, and I took one backwards,

LANDONI punched a guard's jaw. Hard. Brutal. It made my knuckles bleed, but I didn't care. Pain was a part of me, a tiny whisper lurking behind to drag me back to my present. I'd always been different from Mikhail. He was my little brother. The one who can't hide his demons. The one who badly craves control but doesn't beg for it. He gets whatever he wants. But me? I'd hidden the demons in me all my life. I was the eldest, the wisest, one who thinks before making a strike, but sometimes, I just wanted to be reckless. But I couldn't let my mask slip. I couldn't let the reputation I'd taken so long to build slip and crumble. The guard writhed beneath me, tapping my shoulder to give in, and I released him. Mikhail would keep on with the thrill, enjoy having someone beneath him. He called red his favorite, loved the way it spilled from the victim like a hobby. But I had control. A lot of it. But it was slowly starting to slip. I could feel it. Sense it. But I could still hand

ROSANNEIt'd been a full week and Mikhail's new rule was starting to suffocate me. We slept together each day, but we spent most of the time arguing. He wanted me caged—his own way of keeping me safe—but I wanted freedom. And he didn't just want me safe, he wanted to own me, to make me understand the fact that I belonged to him alone. He wasn't in the room during this peaceful morning, but his scent still lingered in the air. On my skin. Everywhere. I was sure his guards were outside, eagerly waiting for me to try to come up with an excuse to leave again. Mikhail didn't just restrict me from going to the training field, he restricted me from going anywhere. Sitting in this same room for the past week was starting to drive me insane. Pushing the comforter aside, I hurried towards the door. As soon as I pressed down the doorknob, about four strong men filled my vision. The same men that'd been guarding me for the past week. I sank my nails into my flesh and tried to walk outside, bu