The White Wolf のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

After my Statistics mid-term, I sat at the desk reviewing my anatomy flash cards. The air in the room changed, sending a chill down my spine. The window was cracked to let fresh air in, but not enough for such a drastic temperature drop.“Esmerelda.” Ghost’s voice echoed in my head, seductively bathing me with my name. I leaned back in the chair, letting the sensation flow through me. A gentle kiss was placed on my neck, causing my back to arch in response. He was here like a phantom, only in spirit. My nipples hardened as I took in his scent. My belly clenched, remembering his handsome face and muscular body.I prayed he was real. Here in my bedroom. “You have something to tell me?” A longing whisper made my breathing stall. His hand caressed my throat, bringing my mouth to his. Our lips united, making every nerve come alive. He pressed our lips harder, letting our tongues dance. The heat between my legs caused my core to pulse and ache.His hand slipped into my tank, rubbing and cup

Gunnar and Deisel stood guard outside Esmerelda’s hospital room. My panic never calmed as I sped by them, giving a quick nod. My skills allowed me to skip the reception desk and the nurses’ station since my Deisel texted me her room number. I needed to see and touch her before I went insane. I could assess her condition better than any doctor.The door flew open, banging against the wall. My strength could not be contained. The sight of my mate lying in a hospital bed hooked up to beeping monitors released a menacing roar from my throat.The boy in the other bed woke, startled and scared. Esmerelda stayed asleep, partially unconscious. The guilt that I had left her unprotected was making me irrational and sick. I knelt in prayer beside her bed and took her hand in mine. The warmth of her flesh and the rhythm of the blood pumping through her veins began to settle me. I kissed her hand and placed it against my forehead.“She saved me.” The boy’s voice was stronger than I thought his thi

The next month, I was happy playing house with my little witch. We still hadn’t discussed everything the Doc disclosed about her genetics or mine. She didn’t know shifters existed in the world. I had a suspicion she was aware of her abilities, even if just subconsciously.Our routine was firm. She slept through most of the morning while I worked until lunchtime in my office. We would have a long leisurely lunch, and afterward, Esme would spread her schoolwork out on the table and work until dinner. Short strolls around the property triggered her hunger, and we spent the night cooking and eating together. We slept entwined around each other all night.Her Friday and Saturday night shifts at the bar were the only deviations from our routine. Despite her insistence that she could handle the effort, I couldn’t help but worry. I sat at the bar, my eyes never leaving my girl all night.The school allowed her to finish Statistics and Psychology online, but she had to go in two afternoons to

As the morning sun broke over the eastern ridge, the rumble of Cyrus’s truck echoed through the valley. The engine hummed through the trees, silencing the warblers hunting for their breakfast. During the night, Esmerelda had shifted into her human form on her own, probably unknowingly, while in deep sleep. My control was practiced for over a decade. My wolf and I had built trust and were excellent partners.Esme heard the truck, too, but failed to move. Her breathing became irregular as Cyrus approached us, carrying clothes and a sheet. She stayed curled in a fetal position while I quickly dressed in sweats. “Thanks, man.” I took the sheet from him and wrapped my mate, scooping her up and carrying her close to my chest. “How did you find us?”“Gunnar took a phone in his mouth and followed your scents. He called us when he found you asleep.”“His shadow skills are improving.”“I think you were a little distracted.” Cyrus led the way toward the truck, opening the back door for me to cli

I was not made of delicate glass. Ghost and the rest of the occupants at the compound seem to think otherwise. The trauma of transforming into a wolf still freaked me out, but being mated to Ghost was spiritually enchanting. Beyond the amazing sex, the connection we had was unreal. I had longed to be cared about so deeply. As far as predetermined mates went, I hit the lottery. Ghost was so thoughtful, kind, intelligent, and off-the-charts handsome. Every mannerism and movement was so sexy and confident that it drove me crazy. The insecure part of me wondered if our bond was more of a belief than true love. Would he tire of me like everyone else did? Was responsibility being misinterpreted as love?“Esme?” Ghost caught me again in stasis. The emotions and information I was processing were overwhelming. My body would shut down, diverting more energy to my brain. I couldn’t understand the turns my life had taken recently. Understanding what was fact and what was disingenuous was challeng