The Lycan King's Werewolf Daughter のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

Aria's Point of View By the time the last sweater is folded into the dresser and my toiletries are lined neatly on the bathroom shelf, the room looks transformed. My side no longer feels bare and foreign, it looks lived in, like it belongs to me. Maren flops back onto her bed with a satisfied sigh, her chestnut hair now loose and fanning across the pillow. I follow her lead, stretching out on my own bed, the mattress still firm but already more welcoming than I expected. We talk easily, our voices filling the quiet space. She tells me about some of her instructors, about how one of them is so strict you cannot even blink wrong without being called out. I laugh, and in turn I share a little about growing up with Leo always trying to play the protective big brother. It feels nice, simple, like the weight pressing on my chest has lifted, if only a little. The knock on the door breaks through the calm, steady rhythm of our conversation. Before I can sit up, the door swings open and

Aria's Point of ViewI wake with a small smile, sunlight spilling in through the blinds and I hear the faint hum of students already moving about outside. My heart thumps with a restless kind of energy. Today is the first day of classes and training. The first step into this new chapter that I have been craving. For a moment, I just lay there, staring up at the ceiling, letting the excitement settle in my chest. This is exactly what I need, a clean slate.Throwing back the covers, I grab my training clothes from the dresser and slip into the adjoining bathroom. The tiles are cool beneath my bare feet, the mirror fogged slightly from Maren’s earlier shower. I change quickly, pulling on a pair of dark tights and a sports bra, tying my hair back into a tight ponytail. My reflection looks sharper somehow, more determined than yesterday, though the faint ache in my chest reminds me of everything that I have left behind.When I step back into the room, Maren is already dressed, her chestnut

Aria's Point of View The sunlight spills in between the blinds, warm against my face as I blink awake. A new day. My chest feels lighter this morning, the kind of calm I have not had in a long time. No Griffen lurking around every corner, no reminders yesterday of what I am trying to forget. Just classes and the steady rhythm of something normal. I stretch beneath the covers before throwing them back and swinging my legs over the side of the bed. Training is not until this afternoon, so I do not need to wrestle with tights and sports bras just yet. Instead, I pull open the drawer where I tucked away the few “nicer” clothes I packed. My fingers settle on a soft, flowy skirt, floor length and light enough to move in. I pair it with a fitted shirt that makes me feel a little more put together, like someone who belongs here. I fold the outfit over my arm and glance at Maren’s still empty bed. She must have already gone ahead. The dorm is quiet, the faint hum of voices floating from

Griffen's Point of View My phone buzzes against the desk, the sound sharp in the silence of my dorm room. I snatch it up before the screen goes dark again. Maddox: We can meet. At the usual spot. My gut tightens. Finally. He has been ignoring me ever since that last phone call, and now he decides to respond, on his terms, like always. I do not even stop to think. I grab my truck keys from the nightstand, shove the phone in my pocket, and head out before the doubt in my chest can claw its way up into hesitation. The engine growls to life, vibrating through the steering wheel as I pull out of the lot and aim towards the highway that snakes into the nearby human town. The road stretches long and empty, pine trees crowding in on either side, their shadows cutting across the fading afternoon light. I grip the wheel tighter. My mind will not stop racing. Maddox said they were ready to move. He has been building towards this for months no years, supplies, weapons, allies. I know wh

Griffen's Point of View I sit with Brandon and a few others at our usual spot in the cafeteria, but my attention is not on them. My tray of food sits untouched in front of me, my fork idle in my hand. Across the room, Aria walks in beside Cole, both of them laughing like they have known each other forever. They stand togeher in line and then she follows him to a table. She takes a seat at his table, surrounded by his friends, and I feel something sharp twist inside my chest. Brandon’s voice buzzes in my ear, something about sparring rotations tomorrow, but the words barely register. My eyes are locked on Aria, on the way she smiles when Marcus says something funny, on the way Cole leans just a little too close when he talks to her. Every instinct in me snarls at the sight. She should not look that at ease with him. That smile, it used to be mine. “Griff?” Brandon’s voice cuts through, louder this time, but I still do not answer. I cannot. My pulse is hammering too hard, my jaw