Rejecting Fate: Lycan Prince’s Mate のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

My eyes darted anxiously over the pages, skimming past every irrelevant detail, my heart thundering against my ribcage as I searched for the one thing that mattered. My hands trembled uncontrollably.Oh goddess, please!Then I saw it. A familiar name, bold and undeniable, jumped off the screen. My breath hitched, and for a second, I swore my heart stopped altogether.Aurora Roy.My name.A small squeal escaped my lips.I made it?Was this perhaps a different list? My gaze darted back to the highlights at the top of the page.Congratulations, you've qualified for the Tryouts for Twilight Academy.I blinked, staring at the words as if they might change. The bold letters seemed to mock me.Was there perhaps another Aurora Roy?But no,it was there, undoubtedly me.Aurora Roy, Clearwater Pack.My thoughts spun wildly, a chaotic mix of disbelief and hope. I stood frozen in the middle of the school hallway, the noise around me melting into a distant hum. The chatter, the laughter, even the

“If I didn’t know better, I’d say she wasn’t your daughter.”The words hit Agatha like a physical blow. Her breath caught in her throat, and she froze.Her face drained of color, and the glass she had been holding slipped from her trembling fingers, crashing to the floor with a shattering sound that seemed to echo the shock coursing through her.The room buzzing with discussions went silent with every eye now on Agatha as she struggled to regain her composure.“Are you okay?” Aurora asked softly.Agatha didn’t answer right away. She stared blankly at the mess at her feet.Slowly, she looked up, her expression carefully neutral, though the fear in her eyes was impossible to miss. Her hands shook as she quickly wiped them on her pants, desperately trying to regain control.“Yes, yes, I’m fine,” she replied, her words rushed, forced, and more anxious than she intended. She averted her gaze, focusing anywhere but on Derrick, her palms growing clammy with the weight of the statement.Derri

Aurora The male tryout lodge was far more impressive than I imagined—towering walls of smooth, dark stone, glittering chandeliers suspended high above, arched windows that caught the last slivers of fading sunlight, and thick, ornate doors that looked like they belonged to a luxurious lodge not a school dorm.But more than the grandeur, it was the silence that struck me.Not just quiet.Unnaturally silent.I lingered at the threshold, unsure. For a male lodge, I expected noise—loud voices, laughter, footsteps, something. But the entrance loomed before me.The weight of James’s bag in my hands suddenly felt heavier.Maybe I shouldn’t be here.I had no idea where his room was. How was I supposed to find him in a place this massive?I half-turned, ready to walk away.I’d hoped to run into one of the other tryouts, maybe ask them to point me in the right direction. But standing here, at the entrance to this eerily empty building, I hadn’t seen a single soul.I should just go back.But th

“Can you check again?” I asked, disbelief tightening my voice.The woman behind the desk gave me an irritated look, lips pressed thin.It couldn’t be.How could he just… disappear?I was holding his bag. So how on earth could there be no record of him?“Is there an issue?” she asked, this time with clear impatience.Her fingers tapped the desk as she studied me.“Have you checked in your documents and received your class schedule?” she continued sharply. “You’ve got a lot of catching up to do. Instead of wasting time with childish pranks, perhaps you should focus on getting settled.”Her frown deepened with every word, and I felt the sting of embarrassment crawl up my spine. I stepped back slowly, unable to form a reply.Outside, Sarah nudged me gently.“We should just search the bag,” she said, her voice quieter now.And so we did.We rifled through every item on a bench nearby. A sealed grooming kit. A few books. Nothing strange, nothing unique that could need used to trace him. “W

Aurora Theron took a step closer, and in that instant, everything seemed to slow.Time seemed to stand still.Neither of us said a word.Just stood there, breathing—his breaths deep and controlled, mine shallow and erratic.His eyes, they looked different, they seemed to have softened as he looked down at me, the green in them deepening like a forest lit by moonlight.Something about that moment unraveled the cold, calculated image I had come to develop of him.For just a heartbeat, he looked… human.And gods, he was beautiful.Not just in the way people whispered about him in passing—but in that raw, brutal kind of way that made you want to keep looking just to understand what you were seeing.His presence was magnetic, dangerous. One that made you so aware of everything. He had his beast already, no doubt.And now, for the first time, I found myself curious—what did his Lycan look like?Because if it matched the power that coiled beneath his skin, it had to be terrifying.Majestic