The werewolf king is my mate. のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

Big news The world returned in fragments—blurry ceiling lights, the sterile scent of antiseptic, a dull ache in every bone. I blinked, trying to move. Pain flared down my spine. I knew I was at the hospital. I wasn’t happy to be awake . It hurt less when it was all dark , I thought I was going to die from the pain but unfortunately here I was , very much present in the land of the living . I looked down at myself , I had a few bruises and cuts that had been tended to by the pack doctor . All my life , I’d always been unlucky . First it was that I couldn’t shift when I turned 16. Everyone had looked forward to their 16th birthdays because they got to connect with their mate and shift. That was what made us werewolves But my case was totally different. When I didn’t shift at 16, everyone thought I was slow and then as the years rolled by , nothing changed , hence solidifying rumors that I was in fact a cursed one. Thankfully, I have claws that are retractable like oth

A NEW WORLD The wind whipped through my hair as the car sped through the winding mountain roads. A man named Nick had come to pick me up from the airport. From the way he drove , I could tell he wasn’t human. In no time we pulled into a massive forested estate that looked like something out of a medieval fantasy novel. High wrought-iron gates flanked by towering stone wolves loomed in front of us. Past them, a long driveway led to a mansion so grand, I thought for a moment we were pulling into a castle. Turrets. Arched windows. Gleaming black stone. Ivy climbing up the side like veins. Everything about it screamed power and old money. “Welcome to the Ashen Howl Pack, ” the driver said with a thick European accent. This… was my grandparents’ home? As the car rolled to a stop, two figures stood on the marble steps at the entrance. A tall,silver-haired man with sharp features and icy blue eyes. And beside him, a regal woman with jet-black hair streaked with white, standing as

THE STRANGER IN THE SHADOWS I froze.“M–Mate?” The word felt foreign on my tongue, like it belonged to a life I hadn’t lived.The man stepped out of the shadows slowly, the moon behind him outlining the sharp lines of his body. Broad shoulders. Defined muscles. A presence that felt… ancient. Dangerous. Unyielding.My breath hitched.This wasn’t Ethan.This man was taller, older, radiating a kind of power that shook the air around him. His hair was a tousled mess of ash-blond and gold, falling over eyes that glowed faintly under the moonlight—silver, like the wolf I had seen.He pulled on a pair of dark pants he must have left near the trees, but his torso was still bare, revealing scars that looked like they had stories older than the forest itself.I stared, throat suddenly too tight to swallow.He didn’t look at me the way Ethan did.Ethan looked at me like I was dirt.This man… looked at me like I was inevitable.“Who…who are you?” I whispered, taking a shaky step back.He didn’t m

THE SHADOWS CLOSING INThe howl still echoed in my chest, long after the sound had faded into the night. I pressed my back against the window, my hands trembling, heart hammering like a drum against my ribs. The moonlight cast silver shadows over the room, but none were safe. None were mine.Bella’s fingers dug lightly into my arm. “Emily,” she said, voice low, “you have to stay calm.”“Calm?” I snapped, my voice rising despite myself. “Calm? Did you hear that? That was him. Damien. And I don’t know what he wants from me, but it isn’t anything… normal.”Bella’s eyes softened. “Normal has nothing to do with this. You’re a white wolf. You’ve never been normal. You’ve never been like the others. That’s why he’s here. That’s why he claimed you.”I shook my head, pacing the room. “But I’m not ready! I don’t even know how to shift. I don’t even know what being a mate means! And suddenly… suddenly he’s claiming me like I’m his possession. How do I deal with that?”Bella leaned back, crossin

THE AWAKENING STIRSA voice sharp, commanding, familiar, cut through the night.“Enough!”From the trees, Ethan stepped into the clearing, flanked by two of his pack. But his eyes weren’t warm. They were cold, calculating. And they were fixed on me.“Emily,” he called, his voice smooth but dangerous. “Step away from them. You don’t know what you’re doing.”I froze. My claws still extended, my senses on fire. “Ethan? What are you doing here?”“I came to warn you,” he said, stepping closer. “Damien… he’s not what he seems. You think he’s protecting you, but he’s using you. Using your blood. Your power. Can’t you see that?”I shook my head. “No! He saved me! He… he claimed me as his mate. He’s protecting me —”“Claiming you? Protecting you?” Ethan’s laugh was sharp, cutting. “You don’t understand. Kings like him don’t protect. They control. And if you’re not careful, he’ll consume everything you are.”Damien stepped between us, wolf form towering, eyes glowing. “Back off,” he growled,