My Dark Desirable Wolf のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 71 - チャプター 80

Sunlight slips through the cracks in the window, illuminating the room in a way that feels almost treacherous. In the soft light, Shadow and I find ourselves in a situation neither of us had anticipated. The dark, intense moments of passion still pulse in my chest, but now, everything feels lighter, less frantic—and I can’t help but smile when I see the look on his face.It’s one of those smiles you never thought you'd see on him—a blend of awkwardness, amusement, and something like disbelief. I can’t help but laugh, too.“What?” Shadow asks, raising an eyebrow as he tugs his shirt into place, like he's trying to reclaim control of the moment, even though the evidence of what we just shared still lingers in the air. He runs a hand through his hair, messing it up even more, and the sight only makes me laugh harder.“Nothing… it’s just that…” I pause, biting my lip as I search for the right words. “I’ve never seen you so… undone?” I say with a mischievous smile.He casts a sidelong glan

The name Klaus is a poison that seeps into the air between us. Shadow stands rigid in front of me, like a wall of iron, and I can feel the intensity of his inner struggle. His protective instinct clashes with the fury crackling in the air, like a storm waiting to be unleashed."Who the hell is Klaus?" I whisper, trying to keep my voice steady as I take a step back, aware that my presence might be more of a burden than a help.Klaus lets out a laugh that echoes through the trees. It's a hollow sound, laced with malice, and it sends a shiver racing down my spine. He takes another step toward us, his figure now bathed in the pale glow of the moon. His eyes shine with something wild, and the smile on his face feels more like a challenge than any sign of joy."Hasn't he told you, darling?" Klaus asks, his tone mocking as he looks at me with bold amusement. "I’m... an old thorn in your precious lycan’s side. Though, personally, I prefer to think of myself as a reminder of everything he trie

The air inside the cabin feels heavy, thick with tension and emotions that refuse to settle. Shadow moves like a caged wolf, pacing the small space back and forth, checking the windows, making sure everything is locked and secure. I remain seated on the couch, my hands still trembling slightly after his kiss.It’s as if that moment ignited something in both of us—something we can’t ignore, yet are terrified to name.“How dangerous is Klaus, really?” I ask, breaking the silence.Shadow stops, leaning against the wall beside the window. His face is grim, and the moonlight spilling through the glass sharpens the angles of his features.“He’s dangerous like few others,” he replies, not looking directly at me. “He’s calculating. Patient. He won’t stop until he gets what he wants.”“And what is it he wants?” I press, though part of me already knows the answer.At last, his eyes meet mine, and the weight of his gaze steals the air from my lungs.“Me… dead. And you, Lyra, as his weapon.”His

Maxwell’s presence fills the cabin with a tense, electric energy. It's as if he brings with him the promise of more chaos—but also, strangely, a sense of relief. Shadow trusts him, that much is clear, though not completely.“Is there a safe way out of here?” Shadow asks, his voice carrying that commanding tone he uses when he’s in control.Maxwell shakes his head, jaw clenched.“Not with the speed they’re moving. Klaus has trackers in every direction. If we leave now, we’ll be surrounded before dawn.”“Then we fight here,” Shadow replies, calm but resolute.My stomach twists.We fight?” I repeat, my throat suddenly dry.Both men turn to me. Maxwell looks at me like I’m a lost girl in a dark forest, but Shadow steps closer, placing a steady hand on my shoulder.“Lyra, this cabin isn’t ideal, but we can use it to our advantage. It’s familiar ground, and we have a little time to set traps.”“Traps?” My voice rises a little higher than I’d like, but I can’t help it.Maxwell lets out a sho

The air in the cabin is thick, heavy with the tension left behind by the attackers. Shadow paces from one end to the other, his dark hair clinging to his forehead with sweat, the muscles in his jaw clenched tight. Maxwell, on the other hand, sits calmly in the corner with a bloodstained cloth in hand, tending to a wound on his arm with irritating composure.I’m still inside the circle, trembling. I can’t shake the image of Klaus’s eyes from my mind—that dark, cruel gaze that seemed to pierce through me, as if he could see every one of my fears and twist them into weapons.“This can’t go on,” Shadow says suddenly, his voice low, simmering with restrained fury.“What do you propose, boss?” Maxwell replies, his tone as sarcastic as ever. He doesn’t seem all that affected by what happened, but I know it’s just a mask. Maxwell always acts as though the world can’t touch him.“We face them before they come back,” says Shadow, stopping in front of the shattered window. Moonlight spills over