The Prince Of The Lycans My Mate Dark Secrets のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

The sun went down behind the tall pine trees on the northern ridge. The golden rays lit up a weathered cottage by Silver More, and the scene looked beautiful. Ivy Ravenshade stood at the edge of her herb garden. Her hands were dirty, and she stared at the trees. She seemed to hope they would answer her back.For the past five years, she focused on creating a quiet life in the background. She raised her daughter, stayed out of the spotlight, and pushed down the hurt from what she lost.“However, things were changing.”It began a week ago. The ravens that normally flew around in winter came back early, squawking at her window. Suddenly, the atmosphere shifted. “Not only with the arrival of autumn but also something deeper.” “More advanced in age.” The breeze didn’t feel like a breeze anymore. It seemed like a sign of danger.Ivy’s heart raced more with each passing hour. She glanced down while a tiny hand pulled on her cloak.Aelin whispered, “Mama,” her shiny silver eyes full of wonder

At that time she thought she was making the right choice. Leaving him was an act of kindness—for both him and their unborn baby. The reality was that she had been scared. Worried about what the council might do. She was scared of the energy moving inside her stomach. The biggest worry was that Jayden would pick the crown instead of them.Now she began to doubt whether he ever had a choice at all.As the morning light began to shine on the trees, Ivy got up and went outside holding the letter tightly again. She took a small magical crystal from her cloak. It was one of Seraphine’s oldest tools. She held it up to her lips and softly said a name into the breeze.The crystal shone softly. A voice responded.Seraphine said, “I was curious when you would finally start to listen.” Her voice was far away but firm.“I received your message,” Ivy said. “You have been observing.”“Always.”“Why is this happening now?”“The threads are snapping.” The Moon Festival will strengthen the connection b

The Moon Festival sparkled in the evening light, but Jayden didn’t feel any happiness from it.The sound of music, the swish of silk, and the steady beat of drums all disappeared as he felt a strong tug in his chest. “That smell.” “It was so frustrating.” “Wild roses bloom after a summer rain.” “Known.” Captivating. “First forgotten, then brought back to mind.”He found it close to the bonfire—just a small hint. It hit him suddenly like a flash of lightning, awakening memories he believed were hidden under his responsibilities, fights, and the passage of time.He walked through the courtyard and the party-goers moved aside without thinking. A few people bent down. Some people looked on with interest. He ignored them.He was a leader searching for a ghost.He stopped walking in front of the food stalls under the Moon Tree, where its silver leaves shone in the wind. “That was the moment he noticed her.”“Not Ivy.”A young person.A little girl with long dark curls that sparkled with tou

The hallways of the palace were never really quiet, not even when it was dark outside. They spoke quietly like ghosts sharing secrets through the creaking stone floor and the soft touch of silk curtains moving past hidden footsteps.Ivy nearly forgot what it felt like—the overwhelming beauty and the strong scent of old power that hung in the air. She hadn’t visited this place in years, but it still recognized her. Every corner watched her like a familiar foe.Ivy walked next to Cassian in the marble halls, keeping her chin up, but her heart raced loudly like drums in a battle inside her chest.“Do you really believe this?” Cassian spoke quietly, his silver eyes watching every servant and noble who walked by. “The court will not remain silent for much longer.” They have already started searching like bloodhounds.“Ivy said softly, ‘They already know I'm here.’” “Running away won’t solve the problem.” “Let them talk quietly.” “I won't back down.”Cassian nodded firmly, but his jaw was t

The old walls of the Silver More council chamber rose high, decorated with flickering torches that created shadows like moving ghosts. Jayden sat at the front of the long stone table. He looked serious, but his knuckles were white from holding onto the carved armrests of the throne tightly. The air inside was heavy with silent feelings that didn't need words to hurt.The council whispered to each other until Elias, the king’s top advisor and the trickiest of them all, stood up confidently. Silence dropped down suddenly like a heavy blade.“Your Majesty,” Elias started his voice, sweet but dangerous, “we have put up with the troublemaker for too long.” Her return has caused some trouble. “People are starting to talk about rebellion.” “People are starting to question your judgment.”Jayden glanced up, and a chilly storm seemed to gather in his eyes. He said in a quiet and careful voice, “Her name is Ivy.” “She has not broken any laws.”Elias raised his eyebrows. “Maybe not right now.” “H