Wife To The Werewolf Beast King のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 7

Many years ago, the kingdom called Vynsera on the southern border was gifted with a unique natural ore, which made it the wealthiest of all kingdoms. It made other kings from the north, west, and east envious of this graceful land. But King Edgar, being the powerful king, protected the kingdom from every harm, and no king was able to breach the walls of Vynsera. Faced with the envy of other kingdoms and the relentless passage of time due to his human nature, Edgar made a choice. He would create a king stronger than himself. King Edgar made his sons stronger by sourcing power from a five-hundred-year-old ancient werewolf beast who had different abilities in his venom. He would inject his venom into their bloodstream in exchange for death, as he had desired to break free from his immortality and embrace death. The moment the ancient being transferred his immortality, he became mortal, and, as promised by King Edgar, he killed him with his sword. But the venom only manif

“We all saw him die!” A man shrieked, clutching a little girl as he ran through the corridor. “How can a dead man come back to life?!” A woman cried, hugging her son as if the man who had risen from the dead was coming to slaughter them both.Wails and screams filled the air. Behind me, Sriza and Raya trembled, their hands gripping the folds of my dress. The guard beside me stood rigid, his face pale with terror, though he struggled to maintain his composure as a soldier.“Surround the palace and fish out every man who played a part in Prince Rhydian’s death!” A man ordered with a growl.We immediately locked eyes with him, just as Zevran attempted to pull me toward a secret passage.I froze on the spot as a chill swept through my skin. My maids, on the other hand, closed their eyes tightly, ready to embrace death.Unexpectedly, the guard next to Zevran stood frozen, his hand tightly clenched at his sword. Our eyes locked on the man before us; blood dripped from the silver sword in

My wrist ached from the chains, the cold iron biting into my skin, leaving behind soft bruises that bloomed across my arms like wilted flowers. The maid said nothing as she began to scrub my body, her touch brisk but not unkind. She didn’t meet my eyes. Perhaps she couldn’t.She hadn’t spoken a word since she stepped into the prison mine. She didn’t need to. I already knew why she was here. Why the water had been warmed. Why the scented oil was waiting on a chipped silver tray.They were preparing me.Preparing me for the night.For the man who had paid to have me.That was what Rhydian had said—coldly, without emotion. That as the wife of a traitor, killing me would be too quick, too merciful. But turning me into something he could profit from? That was where he found satisfaction.I lowered my gaze as the maid continued her task, the silence between us growing heavier with every passing moment.And still, I said nothing.Because I already understood. This was no longer about punish

“ Get up, you are getting married to the king.” Ordered by a maid as soon as the door unlocked to my prison and I stood up abruptly in shock.“ He…. Wants to marry me?” I stuttered unbelievably.No, that couldn’t be… he was going to trade me off like a slut last night, and today he was going to marry me?This had to be some kind of trap.But this wasn’t my decision to make. It never had been.“Yes,” the maid replied curtly. “Now follow me. You must be ready within the hour.”Her eyes were sharp, her tone unkind, and I swallowed hard, quietly nodding.Exactly an hour later, I was dressed in a peach gown adorned with delicate floral patterns, the hem sweeping the floor like petals in the wind. And just like that, I was led to the throne room alone. The doors closed behind me with a heavy thud.What kind of wedding was this?The walls were cold, carved from stone, and the air held a strange silence. Only two people stood at a distance. And then… him.The King.His back was turned, but