My Lycan のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

CHAPTER TWOCharlotte’s POV- - - - - I almost lost my balance as someone shoved past me. I turned slightly, startled, and saw it was one of the ladies from the restroom. “Hey, what the hell?” I snapped, slightly disoriented while turning around. “You should’ve moved in the first place, lowlife, can't you see that you are standing in my way” she said, her tone sharp and dismissive, before turning on her heel and walking off like I hadn’t even been worth the breath she used.I was so shocked by her attitude. Like…. it wasn't that serious, all she had to do was say “excuse me” if I was blocking her path. I didn't argue because I knew she was higher in status than I was. I decided to follow the direction she took, hoping she was also on her way back to the wedding hall. But as I walked behind her, she took a turn and I couldn't find her anymore. I continued walking in the corridor that stretched out in front of me, long and quiet. The soft clicks of my shoes echoed off the marble fl

CHAPTER FOURCharlotte's POV- - - - -My mouth wouldn’t move. My throat felt too tight, and I couldn’t speak. Say something. Move. Do something! I screamed at myself inside, but nothing happened. The room was so quiet.I could feel every stare pressing down on me, like invisible hands holding me in place. Everyone was waiting for me to reply to the priest, but I couldn’t.My heart was pounding so loudly, I was sure everyone could hear it. I opened my mouth, but nothing came out.The truth was right there, but fear tightened around my throat and swallowed it whole.And Damien…He hadn’t looked away once.His eyes were locked on me, sharp and unreadable. It felt like he could see through me. I was having a panic attack and I couldn't move. I wished I could disappear. After what felt like forever, I gave the smallest nod. It was all I could manage.The priest raised his arms high.“Then, by the ancient laws of the Lycan bloodline, I now pronounce you mates. May the Moon Goddess bles

CHAPTER SIX - - - - Charlotte's POV I followed the maid quietly and out of nowhere, someone shoved me to the side without a glance. It was Olivia. She didn’t say a word, but the way her shoulder hit mine said it all, she was angry. The maid helped steady me as I almost lost my balance. I didn’t dwell on what happened—my mind was too clouded with fear. I was terrified, not just for myself, but for what might happen to my pack. I had ruined a royal wedding, a marriage that was supposed to unite two powerful bloodlines. The maid quietly pushed open a wooden door, and I stepped inside. I held the heavy wedding dress with both hands, lifting it slightly so I could move without stumbling. Inside the room, there were only two maids and a butler. The butler quietly directed me to a seat. It looked like a meeting room—rows of chairs arranged around long, polished tables. After a few minutes, my parents and the other members of our pack who had attended the wedding walked in. The butler

CHAPTER EIGHT - - - -Damien’s POV I knew I had put her in a position where she might end up resenting me and honestly, I wouldn’t blame her if she did. But it felt like the only option I had if I wanted to keep her close.Watching her cry, seeing her curled up on that cold floor, trembling… It was harder than I expected. It hurt. A part of me just wanted to walk over, wrap my arms around her, and tell her everything would be okay.Tell her that none of this is about power or pride, that every decision I’m making right now is for both of us. Even if she doesn’t understand it yet. Even if it costs me her trust for now.Alpha Silas looked me in the eyes, and for a moment, I saw nothing but pain and heartbreak. She meant everything to him—it was written all over his face.He lowered his head, like the weight of the decision was too heavy to carry. And maybe it was. No father should ever be put in a position like this. With a rough, quiet voice, he looked at me and said. “I… choose the

CHAPTER TEN - - - - -Charlotte's POVMia clung to me tightly, her little hands trembling as tears streamed down her face. I wrapped my arms around her, holding her close even though my own heart was breaking. I didn’t want to let go either, I never did. I stroked her hair gently, whispering words of comfort, but nothing I said seemed to calm her. She was hurting, and so was I.When I looked over at Hazel, she wasn’t crying like Mia, but the sadness in her eyes cut even deeper. She stood quietly beside our mother, her arms folded tightly across her chest as if she was trying to hold herself together. She had always been the quiet observer, the one who understood things before anyone else did. I know deep down that she knows I would leave one day. But she never imagined it would happen like this, or so suddenly.Then my father walked up to me and placed a firm hand on my shoulder. His touch was steady, even though I could feel the tension in his fingers.“We have to leave now,” he