Nursing the Murderer Alpha King のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

The door shuts behind me with a sound that doesn’t echo—it’s too thick for that.The air in this place feels . . . staged. It’s as if someone tried to build a home from the memory of one. I look around. This place doesn’t really scream as if it’s someone not from the human race. The marble floors swallow my footsteps, the walls gleam with too much polish, and even the scent—faint citrus mixed with antiseptic—smells rehearsed.Are the servants here all werewolves too? Is Dante not really afraid?Rafe said they sent their Alpha away because of the amnesia. But I think a part of it was also that they can’t let the pack know that their strong King has fallen short and lost his memories.A servant, or perhaps an Omega in black and gray bows slightly before gliding past, her shoes making no sound. Another man carries one of my boxes as if it’s contaminated. Their faces are masks—polite, efficient, and like their boss, cold.And here I am, clutching my bag in both hands, standing in a mansion

“Who the fuck is that, Annette? I have enough to deal with right now and she barges in on a sunday morning?” I rub my hands down my face in sheer annoyance. Whoever the fuck is this Serena must have had a lifetime experience beside Dante because she seems to know him a lot.They probably fucked around.Damn it, why am I thinking of that.I look away from Annette, Dante’s head maid, as i rush towards my room and pull up a handbag. Annette follows behind me. We’ve kind of formed this kind of bond in the span of the few seconds that were mutually pissed off of whatever Siren just crawled in the house.She sighs and when were about far enough, she whispers close to me. She must be afraid someone would hear her. In a mansion like this, even the walls have ears. “Trust me, I also didn’t know the devil si coming today. I’ll have the maids ready.” I turn quickly as I halt from shoving everything I have in this room in the handbag and turn to Annette, putting my hand on my waist and giving h

“Sit the fuck down, Eris.” He orders and I do. I sit th3e fuck down because the last thing I want right now is a King, who by the way, as everyone int is palace treats him with fear, looks to me as if he murders people for fun.And I do not want a reminisce of that kind of Dante. Been there, done that.“Dante!”“Call me by my name Serena and I’ll make regret trying to help me remember who I am.” He murmurs with venom laced in his voice. I could tell from miles away that that is not just an empty threat”Serena lays back onto the table, crossing her arms. I would have honestly relished int he fact that Dante got mad at her bitchy ass if it’s not for the fact that she was so close to being killed just now and I would have been the reason for it.“I hope you’re not starving.” My eyes dart to the door and a sigh of the most absolute relief leaves my lips when the butler comes back in with two more maids pushing in dozens of food.I feel the drool slipping out of my mouth as I let the put

The world stops. Or maybe I stop. I don’t know.All I know is his voice—that fucking, frighteningly sure voice—hangs between us though it’s the only thing alive in this storm-drenched garden.“You’re my wife.”His words echo as they bounce off the pillars, the stone, my ribs, my fucking spine. They don’t feel hypothetical or confused or accidental, they feel decided and that’s what make my breath clog my throat.Serena’s mouth is half-open. Her eyebrows twitch upward as if she just realized she witnessed a car crash about to get worse.And Dante doesn’t blink as he tells me that. He doesn’t even move.His eyes just look at me as if he’s already reading the answer straight off my face.Shit, think, Eris. What are you gonna say?I force a laugh. It sounds too loud or too thin. I don’t know. “D-Dante, what—? Why would you—why are you saying that?”Serena snaps her attention to me. “What do you mean why is he saying that?”“I—I mean—” My pulse jackhammers as Dante’s gaze tracks me like pr

His hands fall away from my waist and the room feels colder for it.I shove myself upright too fast, nearly knee him in the thigh, and my hair decides to whip straight into my face as if it’s personally offended by everything happening.Great. Fantastic. Kill me. I rake it back, fingers shaking, trying to pretend my pulse isn’t pounding loud enough for him to track like prey.Then my notebook slips. Of course it does. Of course the universe hates me. It wobbles out of my hands and I catch it in the most pathetic, fumbling way possible, smack it against my chest, and cling to it like a shield.“I’m—” My voice breaks like a teenage girl discovering emotions. “We’re ending early today. You need rest. I need—sleep.”Or to crawl under the bed and never come out. A lobotomy also sounds nice.Dante doesn’t move. He doesn’t breathe. Just watches me with that razor-sharp, too-focused stare that screams he’s holding himself together by force. His shoulders are tense. His jaw clenched. There’s