The Embrace Of The Lycan King のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 81 - チャプター 90

Aldus sat heavily on his dark leather swivel chair, the weight of the meeting pressing down on him like a suffocating blanket. The office was silent now—the Elders had left, Florita had excused herself, and even the pack warriors lingered nervously in the hallway, sensing the storm brewing inside.Only she had left without looking back.Livia.Quiet.Pale.Shaken.Aldus lifted the glass of liquor to his lips, but his hand trembled—not with fear, but with rage. The amber liquid burned down his throat, but nothing could burn away the image of Livia’s silence the moment Aldrake’s name was mentioned.Silence.That damned silence.His jaw tightened until the muscle twitched harshly. He could still see her eyes—wide, distant, drowning in emotions she refused to voice.Gone was the sharpness she usually held.Gone was the fire.He saw only confusion… and something he hated with every part of his soul—A painful reminder that Aldrake still had a place inside her.The thought made Aldus’s gri

After Livia completely turns her back on him, his head bowed in quiet apology. She didn’t look back. She couldn’t. There is no reason to look at him.Her steps were quick, almost hurried, as if putting distance between herself and Aldrake could erase the whirlwind he left behind. The wind brushed against her face, carrying away some of the tension she couldn’t yet name, but it didn’t reach the tight knot in her chest.When she finally reached the playground, she stopped. A long, shuddering breath escaped her, sharp and trembling. She let out a deep sigh, hoping to release the heaviness—the confusion, the ache, the guilt, the longing—that she couldn’t yet sort through.Around her, the children laughed and squealed in delight, chasing each other in circles. She allowed herself a small, polite smile as she watched them, chasing a bouncing ball. The warmth of their innocent energy reached her like a fleeting light, and for a moment, she thought she might actually feel… normal.She walk

*Day 2*Livia barely slept after the first day of the Lunar Game. The screams, the cries, the agonized shouts—they replayed in her mind all night like a torment she couldn’t escape. She had tried to watch, she had tried to be brave, but she hadn’t expected the brutality of it. After only an hour, she left the viewing room just to breathe.And now, with dawn breaking, her exhaustion was obvious—her eyes were red, her expression worn.“You can rest here, my love. You don't have to watch the game” Aldus murmured gently, guiding her back onto the bed with careful hands.“I didn’t know the game would be that brutal,” she whispered, her voice trembling. Aldus exhaled softly. “Forgive me,” he said with guilt weighing down his tone. “If I had known it would affect you this way, I would never have allowed you to watch.”“You don’t need to apologize, Aldus. I wanted to see it,” Livia said with a small, tired smile.“Then stay here for now. Rest. I’ll have Ria bring you breakfast later,” Aldus

Another day dawned, marking the end of the third round of the Lunar Game. Only the final stage remained. The atmosphere across the Blood Moon territory was heavy, charged with fear, exhaustion, and anticipation. Warriors limped, healed, and prepared themselves for one last fight that could change their fate.Livia, however, felt none of that excitement.She wanted—tried—to watch what was happening inside the arena, but the moment she imagined the blades, the screams, the blood… her stomach twisted. She couldn’t bear it. Not again. Not this close.So she gently told Aldus,“It’s fine… I’ll stay here. I don’t want to see it.”Aldus didn’t question her. He only brushed his hand across her cheek, nodded, and left to oversee the final round.When he arrived at the arena, he granted the surviving warriors an hour of rest. The crowd buzzed with nervous whispers while healers rushed to tend to wounds.But while the world was busy preparing for the final stage.Aldrake slipped away again.___

Minutes passed, and Livia could feel her strength draining away. She tried—again and again—to summon the power Florita taught her, but nothing happened. No spark. No warmth. Nothing.“Enough, Livia. You’ll only exhaust yourself further,” her mother said worriedly.Livia opened her eyes and sighed in frustration. “I can’t use the power Florita taught me. You’re probably right, Mom. This place is wrapped in Amber’s magic—that’s why I can’t unleash anything. I can’t even cast a simple spell to open the lock of this prison.” Her voice trembled with irritation.More minutes passed before Amber finally appeared. Livia and her mother instantly stood.“Well?” Amber smirked. “Have you all forgiven each other yet?”“You’re unbelievable, Amber! You’re truly shameless! You hurt the very people who treated you like their own child!” Livia shouted furiously.“You’re right. I am shameless, Livia,” Amber replied casually. “Why? Did you think I begged them to adopt me back then?”Her words struck like