Lycan King's Cursed and Rejected Mate のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 251 - チャプター 260

MAYAThe vision extended the weapon toward me. My fingers twitched as fear clawed at my throat. Was this real? Was I losing my mind?My hand hovered inches away from the weapon. Everything I knew about supernatural powers told me to be cautious, but something deeper, something that felt like destiny, urged me forward.I reached out.When my fingers touched the blade, a brilliant blue light erupted, consuming my vision. It lifted me off the ground, suspending me in mid-air. I wanted to cry out, but suddenly, power rushed through every part of my body, unlike anything I had ever known or seen, sending life to every nerve in my body.My senses sharpened beyond anything I had experienced before; I could hear everything. The trees whispering, the vines breathing. Even the earth beneath me sang with an ancient rhythm.The forest was alive, truly, deeply alive, and for one breathtaking moment, I was one with it all.Then, as suddenly as it came, the light faded, and I crumpled to the ground.

MAYAThe moment I drove the sword into Nymeris, the world around me shattered like a mirror struck by a hammer. A violent wave of energy surged through me, crackling in the air like a storm trapped inside a glass cage. My body convulsed as pain and power coiled through my veins, and suddenly, I wasn't standing in the present anymore.I was falling.Not through space, but through time.Memories, not mine but mine, exploded in my mind. The fragmented pieces of the past, the truths hidden beneath centuries of deception, wrapped around my soul like a second skin. I saw, not as an observer, but as Neriah.I was Neriah.The Beginning of the EndThe Northern Forest hummed with scattered laughter, children playing, birds chirping in the trees, and a group of men talking amongst themselves.Somewhere, there was a cluster of women by a big fireplace; some of them were grinding some seeds on stones lined up not too far from the fireplace. Others were stirring something in the pot with big wooden

NERIAHBeads of sweat formed on my forehead."Yes," another warrior confirmed, "She said she hasn't been here long," he pointed out. "If she's been waiting for Thames, surely she would have seen the intruder pass by."All eyes turned back to me. I felt my mouth go dry. If I don't answer correctly, I might be buried alongside the strange man."I was meditating," I said, the half-truth coming more easily than expected. "When I meditate, I … lose track of time and my surroundings. If someone passed by, I wouldn't have noticed.""Didn't you just say you were waiting for Thames?" Their leader asked again.Thames came to where I was and took one of my hands, placing tiny kisses on my knuckles before he let out an easy chuckle."Ah, well, she's probably just flustered from being questioned, and that's enough, you all. I was with her. We had a slight quarrel, and she came into the forest. We were together when I got a mindlink from the Alpha, and I left her alone to wait for me." he turned to

NERIAHHe crossed the small space and sat down beside me on the bed. The mattress dipped under his weight. Never in my memory had my father sat on my bed. He always stood, towering over me, maintaining the physical manifestation of his authority."Your mother's condition has worsened, Neriah," he said solemnly, staring at his hands. "And the healers are not so positive again."A cold dread washed over me. My mother has been ill for nearly two years now, with brief periods of improvement followed by devastating relapses. But my father had always maintained she would recover, that it was just a matter of time."But can you do me a favour?" he asked, his voice softer than I had ever heard it.I was shocked. My father had never asked me for a favour. He commanded, and I did his bidding. That was the way it had always been. The balance of power between us was as fixed as stars in the sky.I nodded wordlessly, afraid to speak lest my voice betray my confusion."Reject Thames and marry the s

NERIAH"The alliance between the Auréans and the Western Cliffs, although I heard they're in the process of changing their name, dates back to Seven Generations," he explained. "Originally formed during the Great Drought, when both territories needed to share resources to survive. That is how your people and why your people were finally accepted as part of the werewolf communities.""How do you know all this?" I asked, genuinely curious now."Let's just say I've had an educational upbringing," he replied with a mysterious smile. He sampled a small piece of the honeyed apple and nodded approvingly. "Like your feast preparations, thorough and thoughtful."I couldn't help but smile at the compliment. There was something magnetic about him, a self-assured grace that seemed both natural and practised. I could also tell he was a Lycan, though his aura felt different, stronger somehow, more contained, like a closed fire that could roar to life at any moment. After helping pick food, still en