The Ice Queen of Wolves のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

"What's wrong with her hair?" The man who grabbed my wrist asks, but I keep my eyes trained on the floor in front of me. He did not address me, he is talking the Alpha Chris, and his curiosity is none of my business. "She's a mutt," it is a simple, true answer. My father was a wolf, and my mother a human. She is who I get my white hair from and my blue eyes. If I had gotten my father's genes of black hair and brown eyes, no one would glance twice at me, but I was cursed with my mother's genetics. The man drops my hand as though the touch had been to something infected. "Why do you have a mutt in your pack?" He asks through gritted teeth, and my insides swell with worry. No doubt I was going to get punished tonight for this. I take the lack of touch on my hand as my cue to leave, so I try to scurry out of the room. "Did I say you could leave, mutt?" The stranger's voice booms throughout the room, and I pause in my steps. Without looking up, I turn around and make my way back to his

Jane"Hey, shut the fuck up. No more sleep for you." His words ring in my head as if I were underwater. I scan my eyes around us, finding nothing but him, another man in the car, and thousands of trees stretched for miles on both sides of the road. The snow underneath me is refreshing on my burning skin, and my shoulder aches with the arrow still protruding from it. Some of it has been broken off, but the end of it is still buried inside me. As if I had been smacked, my eyes widen in realization. I stumble to my feet, sliding slightly on the wet snow beneath me. "Y-yes, alpha," I say, quickly pulling my gaze away from him and returning it to the ground. I get back into the backseat of the car and wait for his door to close to glance up at him again. I swallow dryly at the sight of his hair falling around his ears that are red from the cold. I want to ask what happened, where we are going, but I am too nervous to do so. I turn my gaze to the passing trees and let the sound of the w

Lucas"What do you mean you don't know? It's your last name, how do you not know that?" I ask, letting the frustration bubble out into my tone. She continues to stare past me, like she usually does. Her expression is void of emotion, and I genuinely don't understand it. The difference between the girl I was about to kill in the forest and this shell of a wolf."I just don't remember, Alpha. I apologize if this inconveniences you-" she starts to say, but I stand quickly, letting my frustration get the better of me. "Inconvenience? Are you fucking kidding me? I should have just left you in those woods," I shout at her, and hear the bustling kitchen silent at my outburst. When I say the last words, I point my hand towards her accusatively. When I do, she moves her head to the side in a swift movement, as though she expected me to hit her. I am not sure why, but the movement irritated me more when I hear her heart beat flickering with anxious pounds. "Get up," I tell her, reaching down

LucasHer screams bounced rang into the walls, even through the closed door I stood on the other side of. I fucking hate this girl. She won't talk unless we ask her something directly, and even then, her answers are vague. Now, she is curled up in a ball, hitting her own head and screaming like someone is murdering her. It was like a snapped twig. One minute, she was answering our questions, and the next, she was on the floor. Terrified. I know this is because of that prick Chris. Whatever he did to her. He didn't just keep her from having a room; he ruined her.I shouldn't care about what happens to a mutt like her, especially one with a father who betrayed his pack. But I can't help the pang of guilt that runs through me at the thought. If she hasn't been to the doctor since she was 11, that means she was probably locked in that fucking dungeon for 13 years. 13 years of what, though? "He'd wear the same Christmas sweater when he-" when he what? Beaten for sure.My father has been

LucasShe just fucking admitted to Chris assaulting her in multiple ways, yet she is staring at me like this is just another day for her. Rebecca glares harshly at me as she straightens herself, wiping the falling tears from her eyes. "So, the two of you for dinner, correct?" she says with a sly grin directed at me. I inwardly groan at her and externally glare daggers at her for wrapping Jane into my life. Before I say anything, I can't help my gaze returning to the woman on the exam table. Her eyes are hardly open, and she looks sick from how pale she is. "I'm not sure she will be up for that," I tell Rebecca, watching Jane's eyes close completely. She turns around to see her sleeping state, and ushers me out of the room, closing the door behind us. "You heard what she said?" she asks, picking up a bagel from the floor before throwing it in the trash. I crease my brows at her, wondering why there was a bagel on the ground. "Yeah, I heard," I tell her with a nod, holding the infir