Fated to My Brother in-law, The Lycan King のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 221 - チャプター 230

****The elders returned to the pack under the veil of early afternoon, their robes brushing silently against the polished stone of the palace. A single guard was summoned, chosen carefully for his reputation of obedience and discretion. The elders spoke to him in hushed tones, their voices steady, persuasive, each word layered with authority and urgency. “Go to Elias,” the eldest said, voice calm but heavy with insistence. “Tell him that Lucian is in trouble. Tell him that we need his help. Emphasize that it is urgent. He must respond immediately.”The guard nodded, swallowing the unease rising in his throat. There was a strange urgency in the elders’ gaze, one that made questioning them impossible. He had served the palace for years, had never known them to mislead or manipulate lightly, yet the words left a taste in his mouth, bitter and sharp. Still, he obeyed. He was trained to obey.As he made his way through the winding corridors of the palace, the elders watched silently from

LUCIAN The cabin was too quiet.Not the peaceful kind. Not the warm, safe kind.The kind of quiet that presses against your ears and makes you painfully aware of every breath you take.Elias was asleep.Actually asleep.That alone unsettled me more than the barrier ever did.The Lycan King doesn’t sleep like this. He rests with one eye open. Even in his chambers back at the palace, even after long councils or days or meetings, he would drift for an hour at most before snapping back to full awareness. Controlled, guarded expressions.But here, on the narrow cabin bed, boots still half on, one arm thrown carelessly over his chest, he looked, human and different.And that terrified me.Again, like I keep saying, since the fight, he’d been sleeping more. Not collapsing. Not unconscious. Just sleeping longer and deeper. Like something inside him was conserving strength. Or losing it.I stood near the small wooden table for a while, watching his chest rise and fall.Steady.Too steady.His

LUKEThe throne is colder than it looks.People think power burns. That it’s heat and command and adrenaline.It’s not.It’s restraint.It’s sitting in a seat that doesn’t belong to you while everyone watches to see if you’ll flinch.I haven’t flinched.Not once.But inside?That’s a different story.Elias and Lucian are still missing.Together.And that single fact has been carving at me since Yvonne spoke it out loud.Together.Something else was gnawing at me.I tell myself it’s coincidence. Circumstance. Strategic positioning. Maybe they were investigating something. Maybe it was an ambush.Maybe.But the image that keeps slipping into my mind isn’t battle.It’s proximity.It’s them side by side.And that is what burns.I grip the arms of the throne harder than necessary.I shouldn’t care.Lucian has never been mine.Elias never asked for my permission to feel whatever it is he feels even after knowing Lucian was my fianceAnd yet—The thought of them trapped somewhere together do

LUCIAN I didn't realize I’d fallen asleep until I heard movement.Not loud.Just quiet,My eyes snap open instantly.Elias is sitting up.For a second, I don’t move. I just watch him adjust, rolling his shoulders once as if testing the weight of his own body. The exhaustion that had clung to him earlier isn’t gone, but it’s tucked away now. Hidden behind discipline.“You’re awake,” I say, already pushing myself upright from where I’d been leaning against the wall.He doesn’t answer.He swings his legs over the edge of the bed and stands. Steady.Too steady.I cross the small space between us. “Are you okay?”His gaze shifts to me briefly. Measured. Assessing.“I’m functional,” he says.That’s not what I asked.“You’ve been sleeping more,” I press. “Since the fight.”Silence.He walks past me toward the door of the cabin, toward the direction of the clearing and the barrier beyond it.I follow him.“Elias,” I try again, quieter this time. “Are you fine?”He stops just short of the doo

***** Kingdom of Kuragari***Vulwin had always prided himself on control.Control over his temper.Control over his ambition.Control over the people who stood beside him.But control over Edyrm?That had begun slipping through his fingers long ago.He stood alone in the western corridor of the palace, where tall obsidian windows reflected nothing but dim torchlight and fractured silhouettes. Voices from the war chamber still echoed faintly in his mind.Rowan’s voice.Low. Commanding. Intimate in ways that had nothing to do with politics.And Edyrm—Edyrm’s steady responses. The way he never resisted Rowan’s proximity. Never truly stepped away.Vulwin’s jaw tightened.It wasn’t jealousy.He refused to call it that.It was betrayal.Edyrm was supposed to be disciplined. Unmoved by theatrics. Above petty dynamics.Instead, he stood there and let Rowan circle him like prey that didn’t realize it was being claimed.Or worse—Like prey that wanted to be claimed.Vulwin exhaled sharply and