The Lycan Princess' Revenge のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

~Raphael "But she did not talk to me, father!" I growled in frustration. "She didn't. At least not until the truth came out," I countered.My father sighed deeply. "But listen to her now, son." He said. "You are her mate, her Alpha. You should lead by example. You should listen even if she refused to speak in the first place. As far as she is willing to talk now, listen." I was frustrated. He just didn't understand. If he knew what she had done and what she had hidden from me, his views would change immediately. I just could not let him know. He was fragile already and I could not burden him.I sighed. "Okay, father." I pretended to agree with him. "I guess you are right." "Don't patronise me, son. I know that you are only pretending to understand what I am saying." He said. "If..."Raphael!" A scream tore through the words that my father was about to say. I rose from my seat just as I saw Lucianne bursting through the doors, guards at her sides, pulling her back. But despite the

RielleI nodded, and silence filled the dungeon as Jules stared at me, utterly speechless."Is that all?" she asked suddenly, as if snapping out of her initial bewilderment.I nodded again. "That is all I know," I told her.She got to her feet. "I will tell the others everything. You will be alright. Promise me that you won't try to escape." Her voice was uncharacteristically hard, almost as though she was trying to ensure I would obey. It sounded harsher and deeper."Thank you so much, Jules," I said. "I promise."With that, she left, leaving me alone once more. Misery threatened to hold me captive again, but I tried to stay positive. The truth was soon about to be revealed. Someone had finally listened to me. That was part of the problem already solved. I just had to wait. With a full belly and my anxiety and worry eased to an extent, I fell into another dreamless sleep.---"Wake up, wake up," someone was whispering. I felt a hand tapping me.I groaned, twisting my stiff neck, to s

JulesHe wanted to end her before she could reveal all he had done. I couldn’t let that happen. With little thought, and with my captors distracted, I struggled harder against their hold, broke free from their grasp, and threw myself in front of Aurora. Pain exploded in my shoulder as the knife embedded itself deep into my flesh. It was deep; the swell of pain was horrible.The force behind the knife made me stumble and I collapsed. I moaned in agony as I turned to check on Aurora. Her eyes could have fallen out of her sockets with how wide she had widened them. She stared on soundlessly, a tremor shaking her form.Chaos erupted. "Guards!" Lance called for them as he rushed to my side, trying to staunch the bleeding.But the imposter had seen that he had missed his mark and moved swifter than Lucianne would have ever managed, even with her grueling training. He moved like a leopard, swift. But the exit was blocked by both Logan and Raphael. I felt hopeful that he would have nowhere to

RielleMy heart pounded as Jameson's smirk suddenly began to fade into darkness, the sound of the crowd's jeers and the swish of the descending blade blending into a cacophony of terror. Suddenly, I jerked awake, gasping for air. My chest felt tight, and cold sweat drenched my body. The remnants of the nightmare clung to my mind, refusing to let go. I could still feel the sting of the crowd's words, the cold finality of Jameson's blade. I instinctively looked down at the scars from Jameson's last attempt on my life.I sat up abruptly, my breath coming in ragged gasps. The room was still dark, but something had changed. Heavy drops crashed against the roof, each impact resonating with a deep, drumming intensity that seemed to shake the cottage to its foundation. Thunder boomed, loud and frequent. It had begun raining, and it was heavy. The windows rattled as the rain pelted the glass with an almost aggressive force. I clutched my head in my hands, trying to steady my racing heart. My b

RielleThe darkness was beautiful, the void was enchanting, and death felt blissful. There was no pain, no tears, no memories that could haunt me. It was all I could have wished for. Peace.Then I opened my eyes and let out a scream of pure agony. Everything hurt, everything burned. My eyes quickly filled with tears as it dawned on me that my moment of reprieve had ended. My sight was hazy, and my head throbbed worse than it ever had in my whole life.If I had a dagger, I would have slit my throat on my own, but I found that I could not move. It took me back to the past, the dungeon not Raphael's but Jameson's. How I had been drugged and unable to make my muscles maintain a twitch. And like that, I remembered every single thing. Every horrid detail of how I had gotten here. I heard Aurora's voice at the dining table, Raphael's reaction, his words, the dungeon, Jules, the cabin, the escape through the heavy rain in the woods. I recalled in horror the dark figures that pursued me, the c