Fated To The Lycan King And His Brother のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 71 - チャプター 80

Roisin I wanted the ground to swallow me whole, but the image of his piercing gaze flashed in my mind, making me even more self-conscious.“I—That’s not—” I tried to respond, but my words jumbled in my throat.Enid raised an eyebrow as I fidgeted in place, clearly amused by my flustered reaction. “Oh come now, dear. You don’t need to pretend with me,” she teased.I crossed my arms, desperately trying to maintain my composure. “There’s really nothing going on between me and Visaris. It’s...complicated. He’s...he’s my mate, yes, but it’s not like what you think.”Enid let out an exaggerated huff, her eyes twinkling. “Oh, Roisin, you’re a terrible liar. Your face says it all.” I bit my lip, feeling the heat rush to my cheeks again. Of course, I couldn’t hide the truth from Enid. No matter how much I tried to brush it off, the memory of Visaris' lips on mine, the desperate heat between us, refused to fade. My heart raced as the memory stirred in me—his hands gripping me tightly, the fee

Roisin The days dragged by, each one more nerve-wracking than the last. It had been several days since I gave Visaris the letter, and still nothing. No updates. No reassurance that he had found the culprit. The nightmares had only gotten worse. They weren’t just about Azmariah anymore; now they were about me. My downfall—cruel, vivid scenes where everything I feared came true. I’d wake up in the middle of the night, drenched in sweat, gasping for breath as the visions clawed at my mind.Spending time with Meimei was the only thing that kept me grounded. But even that felt like I was hiding behind a mask, pretending to be okay when I wasn’t. And Olivine... he was hardly around anymore. He was busy, I knew that, but a small part of me couldn’t help but feel abandoned. Every morning, he left before I could even speak to him, and by the time he returned, it was late, and I didn’t want to trouble him. Visaris had put him in charge of something important, and while I missed his company, I

Roisin "Come in," Visaris' voice called from inside.I pushed open the door slowly, stepping inside with hesitant steps. Visaris' gaze was sharper than usual, his piercing green eyes scrutinizing me as if he already knew something was wrong. The intensity of his stare sent a shiver down my spine, and my palms grew clammy with nerves."Have a seat," he commanded, his tone unreadable as he gestured to the chair in front of him.I sat down, feeling the weight of the silence between us. He didn’t look away from his paperwork, but I could feel his attention focused entirely on me."What was it you wanted to tell me when we ran into each other earlier?" Visaris asked, his voice calm yet commanding.I froze, my mind scrambling for a response.Jaeni, sensing my internal debate, chimed in. "You need to tell him the truth, Roisin. Hiding it will only make things worse."I bit my lip, contemplating. If Visaris found out on his own that I had been anywhere near that corpse, everything I had work

Roisin Visaris' sharp green eyes fixed on mine, waiting for an answer I couldn’t give. My thoughts were a tangled mess. On one hand, I trusted Olivine—he’d saved me, protected me. But I had also seen that side of him, the one filled with violent rage when he fought the Lycan that attacked me in the forest. The sight of that dismembered body in the garden lingered in my mind, making my stomach churn."I won't drag this matter out," Visaris decided, cutting through my spiraling thoughts. "I will summon Olivine at once."I snapped out of my daze. "Wait! Are you really going to ask him?"Visaris gave a curt nod. "Yes, this is a very delicate matter and I want the truth now."My heart hammered in my chest. "But won't it... feel strange?" I struggled to find the right words. "Accusing your own brother of something like murder?"Visaris' gaze flickered, but his words held no hesitation. "Olivine is my half-brother, Roisin. We share the same father, but our mothers are different."That revel

Roisin Olivine's words hung in the air like a death sentence. "I, Olivine Rhysand, reject—"“No!” I couldn’t let him finish. My heart lurched in panic, and without thinking, I pressed my lips to his, cutting off the rest of his words. Desperation fueled the kiss—deep, urgent, and terrified. I couldn’t lose him, not now, not like this.For a moment, he didn’t respond. His body stiffened beneath my touch, cold and unyielding, as if he was a stone wall I could never break through. But I didn’t give up. I kissed him harder, my hands clutching the back of his neck, pulling him toward me as if I could drag him back from the edge of our destruction.And then, slowly, reluctantly, Olivine kissed me back.The kiss shifted, from desperate to wild, primal. His grip on my waist tightened, almost possessive, as his tongue swept into my mouth with a hunger I hadn’t felt from him before. My back hit the wall with a thud, and his hands pinned me there, his body pressing against mine with unrestraine