I Moan for My Ex’s Uncle のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

WinnyThe wolf disappeared when the strange feeling enveloped me and set my heart ablaze. I still couldn’t tell if it was real or not, but I was determined to leave this place as soon as I came.I came across a path that was divided into three roads. Darkness swallowed the little I could see from where I stood. I knew this was another diversion, a test to make me walk astray. Then the trees started to talk, and I could hear them. There was a tree at the beginning of every route, and I could hear them call on me and ask me to pass their route, promising to take me back home. I have tried a lot of things for people, and betrayal was all I ever got in return, yet I have to trust one of these routes. My mind tells me that if I make the wrong decision here, then I will be trapped in the woods forever with no way out. “Do you want to go back to fucking the handsome King or not?” One of the trees whispers.“You need to find out more about who you truly are. There is only one way to find

Winny.I woke up lazily and rolled on my back. The sun filtered the room with beautiful golden rays, and it felt like paradise. I rolled over and blinked hard. I knew I wasn’t familiar with this room, but the scent? I was damn familiar with that. Somewhere, somehow, I was in Alpha’s Sean’s building, probably on his bed. Judging from the dream I had last night, I had the feeling this could also just be another dream…Or another trick.I was terrified at the thought of still being trapped in the woods.“Wine,” Alpha Sean called out. I sighed in relief, staring at him as he brought a tray of coffee to the bed. He had a beautiful smile playing on his lips. His shirt’s sleeves were folded halfway, and his buttons were undone. His hair was slightly wet, making it glow under the sun. He looked stunning and different.“Have some coffee.”Yesterday, I was battling a wolf, and today, one is serving me coffee in bed. Whatever paradise this was, I want to keep living it for the rest of my life.

Sean.Everyone was gathered an hour after I had called for the pack meeting. I needed to do this now. They all sat in their silken gowns and pants, all whispering about their thoughts. Lena and Mark were also present, sitting beside each other. I caught them talking at some point. It never occurred to me that seeing Lena with Mark could get me so upset. I didn’t know what I was upset about, but it was concerning. The lights were turned on, the candles lit, and all doors and windows closed. It was time. Everything became silent like a graveyard. The bells were rung, and I started the meeting.I stood up, and they all stood up, as tradition had it; everyone bowed before me. Their heads remained low to the ground till I took my seat. I saw Mark peeking at me when he was bowing his head. I knew he was up to no good.“Today,” I started, resting my hand on the wolf head armchairs. “We would be talking about the woman we sent to the Trial of Truth. Today is the seventh day, making it a we

Winny.They say confidence comes at the most unexpected time. My body still felt foreign to me as I drove down the city streets, the only place that once gave me peace. I needed to talk to my father.Every time I caught a glimpse of my arm on the wheel, I saw the young girl’s cries and pleading face. The way she cried, and how I had no mercy, no feelings, no heartbeat.I felt dead, like I didn’t know what I was doing. The shock in her eyes when I stabbed her throat with my claws. The tears falling off the corners of her eyes as she stared at me, her eyes begging and hoping I’d have mercy and let her heal…but that wasn’t me.I was cold with barely any heart for the living anymore. I was in a cage, unable to control my body. But I watched in horror as I sliced her face into three. How she choked in her blood and gagged. The faint sound of her heartbeat slowed down. I had listened to every detail of killing her as if it were my favourite hobby. I stopped the car in the middle of the roa

Winny.I sat in my room with my dead mother’s body. I took out the arrow and held it tight. I let the pain burn through my veins, hoping it would take away the pain in my heart. But my hand became numb from holding the silver for too long, and I could barely feel the pain. I took a careful look at the arrow. It was all silver, from head to toe, with a mark at the bottom, “DW”.I couldn’t run after them, but I was damn sure I would find them, and when I did, I would burn their whole pack down if I had to.Some hours ago, I was filled with joy and peace, and now, I was sitting in a pool of my mother’s blood. There was something she said that made sense; where was Becky the whole time? Where did she grow up, and who was she living with? How did she come back so willingly? And was she my sister?At the moment, I just needed someone to kill, someone to blame for my mother’s death, but there was no one. It had been hours, and Becky was still not back. It was almost four hours before I hear