Claimed By The Lycan King のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

He kissed me again, and this time there was nothing gentle about it. It was heat and need and promise all at once. My body responded instantly, a low ache building in my core, my skin hyper-aware of every place we touched.When we broke apart, breathless, I felt a boldness that would have been foreign to me just weeks ago. I took a step backward, toward the massive bed that dominated one side of the suite. My fingers found his, tugging him along as I walked backward, eyes locked on his."Come to bed," I said softly, watching his pupils dilate at my words.Desire flashed across his face, but so did tenderness. "Are you sure?" he asked, always careful with me, always respectful of the boundaries I was still learning to redraw.My answer was to pull him closer, to press my

Our bodies lay entwined in the aftermath, my skin slick against his, both of us breathing in that heavy, satisfied way that comes after pleasure crests and breaks. The silk sheets beneath us had twisted into a nest of fabric, warm from our exertions. In the quiet darkness of his chambers—our chambers now, I supposed—I traced idle patterns across the smooth plane of Theo's chest, feeling the steady thrum of his heart beneath my fingertips. Artemis prowled excitedly through my thoughts, a restless energy that contrasted with my languid contentment.‘Ask him. Ask him now. You want it. WE want it.’ My wolf's voice echoed in my mind, persistent and eager.‘Patience,’ I chided silently, but I couldn't deny that she was right. The question had been hovering on the edges of my consciousness for days now, growing more insistent each time Theo and I came together like this. I tilted my chin up, studying the sharp line of his jaw, the satisfied curve of his lips. My king. My mate—in all ways but

I smoothed the bright blue fabric of my dress over my hips, the sensation of silk against my fingertips almost overwhelming in its intensity. Every thread, every minute texture registered like individual notes in a symphony of touch. I caught Theo watching me from across the room, his eyes warm with devotion that still made my heart stumble in its rhythm. The world had changed overnight—or rather, I had changed. The marking had transformed me in ways I was only beginning to understand, my senses heightened to an almost painful degree, my body humming with unfamiliar power."You look beautiful," Theo said, adjusting the navy tie that matched my dress with uncanny precision. His voice vibrated through me like a physical caress. "How are you feeling?""Like someone turned all my senses up to eleven," I admitted, slipping my feet into black flats. "I can hear the staff talking three floors down. I can smell what everyone had for dinner last night. It's... intense."He crossed the room and

The weight of the golden fabric felt strange against my skin, heavy with more than just the intricate beadwork and fine thread. I stood still as the dressmakers fussed around me, pins held between pursed lips, measuring tape dangling from slender necks like bizarre jewellery. Today I would become a queen in more than just name – the crown, the ball, the formal introduction to society as Theodore's equal. My fingers trembled slightly as I smoothed down the skirt, watching how the silver stars caught the morning light streaming through our suite's windows. It felt like wearing the night sky, like somehow Theo had managed to capture constellations just for me."Please lift your arms, Your Majesty," the older dressmaker murmured, her voice still carrying a note of reverence that made my skin prickle with discomfort.Your Majesty. The title floated in the air between us, foreign and ill-fitting, like borrowed shoes. I'd been "Emma" my entire life, then “Luna”, then "Gamma" to my pack. Now,

"I think Minister Devereux has been waiting for precisely three dances to approach you," Theo murmured against my temple, nodding subtly toward a tall, silver-haired Lycan watching us from the edge of the dance floor. "He's been checking his pocket watch."I laughed despite myself. "Has he really?""Mm. The ministers not currently occupying cells have developed a sudden, passionate interest in dance. I count at least seven eyeing you like you're the last piece of cake at a birthday party."As if on cue, the music shifted to a new melody, and Theo stepped back, offering me a formal bow that was undercut by the mischievous glint in his eye. "I believe I'm about to be overthrown by my own council. Try not to replace me while I'm gone."Before I could protest, Minister Devereux appeared at my side, his tall frame bent in an elaborate bow. "Your Majesty, might I have the honour?"I caught Theo's amused glance as he retreated, leaving me with the Minister of Agriculture, a Lycan who, until