Fated to My Brother in-law, The Lycan King のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 241 - チャプター 250

Rowan rode through the barren expanse of the desert, the wind whipping against his face, sand lashing at his cloak in fine, stinging sheets. The sun was low on the horizon, painting the sky in bruised shades of violet and amber, and the vast emptiness stretched endlessly before him. No walls, no towers, no whispering corridors—only the open expanse, a landscape harsh enough to test even the strongest will. He had left the Dark Elf Kingdom behind, leaving the shadows, the schemes, and the weight of Reine’s stolen soul behind as well. For this moment, it was only him and her—or at least, the memory of her.The moonstone necklace rested against his chest, its gentle pulse of ethereal light a constant reminder of her essence. He traced it absentmindedly with one hand as the horse carried him further into the desert, each rhythm of hoofbeat echoing like a heartbeat in the silent expanse. Rowan’s mind swirled with emotions he had refused to confront for too long—guilt, grief, anger, and an

Rowan approached the temple as the first light of dawn broke over the horizon, washing the stone spires in muted gold and casting long shadows across the courtyard. The air was still, heavy with the scent of incense and the faint tang of old magic, the kind that lingered in places steeped in centuries of ritual and secrecy. The guards at the entrance stiffened at the sight of him, but he did not falter. Rowan’s presence radiated authority, a dangerous calm that left no room for hesitation.He carried the moonstone necklace carefully, cradling it in his hands as though it were fragile—but it was not. It was the essence of Reine, the fragment of soul that had been stolen and manipulated, and now it pulsed with quiet power, a reminder of everything Rowan had lost and everything he intended to protect.“State your business,” a guard demanded, hand on the hilt of his weapon, eyes narrowing.Rowan did not pause. “I’m here to return what was taken,” he said firmly, voice cutting through the

Lucian’s days in the cabin had blended into a haze of waiting, frustration, and quiet reflection. Even with Elias at his side, and the memory of their brief intimacy lingering unspoken between them, he felt the weight of the outside world pressing against his mind. Then, just as the morning sun filtered through the small windows, a summons arrived—official, formal, and impossible to ignore.The parchment itself carried the seal of the temple elders, elegant and imposing, the ink still faintly warm. Lucian frowned, reading the message carefully. It was straightforward but carried a weight that made his chest tighten. The moonstone necklace—the artifact containing Reine’s soul—was now in the hands of someone outside the temple, and the elders insisted that he come to discuss its return.His wolf growled faintly in his mind as he folded the parchment. “They’re testing you again,” the instinct whispered. “Don’t be fooled. This will not be easy.”Lucian’s jaw tightened. He stood, pacing br

The palace was quiet that night, the usual hum of activity replaced by a heavy stillness that clung to the corridors like fog. In the grand hall, the statue of Reine stood in the soft glow of torchlight, marble features serene yet impossibly lifelike. Every detail—the curve of her face, the softness of her expression, the subtle tilt of her head—seemed to breathe with a quiet vitality. Elias stood before her, silent, eyes fixed on the delicate lines of the statue, hands clasped loosely in front of him.The moonstone necklace had been returned to Lucian, and with it, the fragment of Reine’s soul had been secured once more. Yet, even in the safety of the palace, Elias could not find rest. His heart weighed heavy with guilt, with longing, and with an unshakable need to see her truly free, not just safe, not just protected by wards and magic, but liberated in spirit.He knelt slowly before the statue, his boots echoing softly on the stone floor. The torchlight flickered, casting shifting

BEAUMONT The kettle began to whistle just as I entered the kitchen, I'd almost forgotten about it thanks to the two new visitors invading my space. "Are you serious not going to talk to me at least?" Edyrm questioned, going all puppy eye with me. My head was everywhere all at once, I reached directly for the kettle and flinched when it burned my fingers. Edyrm’s guest came over and easily carried it off the stove while giving me a pitiful look. I glared at him in response, freaking dark elfs. "While I appreciate you coming to my aid and helping me after the Lycan King, God bless his heart indirectly freed me from the dungeon, he and his mate. I don't appreciate you coming here and invading my face. I'm out here all alone for a reason." "This will the the last time, I promise." Edyrm answered. "Can we just get whatever we are here for over with and be done?" Edyrm’s guest mumbled under his breath. "Excuse you?" I frowned at him. "You know what? Just leave. Both of you." I