The Hybrid, The Prince, & I のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

NIKOLAI VOLKOVI found her exactly how I never wanted to—naked, bleeding, and already broken.We pulled her out of a slave pit near Santarém—half-starved, feral, and covered in whatever filth clings to the bottom of underground cages. She was five minutes from being sold to some sick bastard who thought he was buying a mythborn relic.She fought like an animal. Bit one of mine, clawed another. I had to put her down—hard.That was nine hours ago. She's still out. Still stinking.And someone—some idiot—had wrapped her in Starborne silk. Our most sacred fucking duvet. Generational thread, blessed by the twins, meant for kings.Now it smelled like ass.I sat across from her, elbows on my knees, hands clasped so tight the bones popped.Two centuries alive, and it all came down to this—one moment. One girl.I expected a boy cloaked in power... a weapon. Something with teeth.What I got was a girl with blistered feet, bones jutting beneath a stained tunic, and hair like forest rot. Faint heal

NIKOLAIThey say nothing shakes an Alpha. But the moment I saw her bleed light, I knew that was a fucking lie.Smoke licked the shattered walls like it had a taste for memory. I brushed the rubble off my coat, fingers still shaking, not from fear, but from the echo of her power. That shrine wasn't just broken. It was branded. Split straight down the middle like judgment had been passed.Isaac limped to his feet, blood trailing from his temple, painting a crimson vein down his jaw. His eyes glinted gold beneath the grime, furious, shaken, but too proud to show either."She could've killed us all," he spat, voice hoarse with smoke. "You still want to keep her breathing?""She's not just a wolf," Yelena said from beside the altar, crouched low like she was listening to the stone itself. "She burned lunar ether into the shrine. That wasn't instinct. That was divine."I turned to her slowly, brows furrowed. "A wolf-less omega with lunar ether? That's not divine. That's bullshit."She didn't

NIKOLAIThe first time I smelled him again, I nearly tore through stone just to get to his throat.Not to kill. To taste. To remind him who the fuck he belongs to.Winter and sin. That was him. It punched my lungs, burned my veins, had my cock straining against my trousers before I even saw him. Every stitch of restraint I’d forced into myself ripped loose in a breath.I didn’t walk. I didn’t run. I arrived.And there he was.Zaqriel.Spine straight. Midnight cut into a man’s shape. Hands braced on the railing, pale fingers flexing once, tight enough I knew he felt me crawling up his skin already.My neck cracked as I fought the need to cross the distance in one savage move. My fists clenched, blood roaring, every muscle twitching to lunge.Then he turned. His glacial blues that had watched centuries pass without thawing once sliced me open. That crimson mouth tilted in a smirk.“Three months... And no hello?”It was enough to light the fuse. And I fucking snapped.A blink. A breath

Blood tasted like sin.That’s the first thought that hit me as Zaqriel’s fangs sank deep into Nikolai’s throat. It wasn't soft or... or tender.No.He tore into his artery, ruptured it like he had been starved for a long... long time.And the sound that followed... fuck, that was anything but mundane. It was a guttural groan, broken and raw, spilling out of Nikolai like prayer and punishment in one breath.And he didn’t resist.He clutched Zaqriel’s bicep, nails biting into flesh, instantly healing... his chest heaving against Zaqriel's. His body arched, straining closer even as blood welled hot down his collar.Zaqriel shoved him harder against the pillar. His jaw worked savage, his grip fisting Nikolai’s hair like he couldn’t decide whether to tear him closer or tear him apart. His crimson eyes burned, his lips smeared in blood, and still... he drank.Nikolai’s hand wrapped around Zaqriel’s waist, and in one pull, their pelvis slammed together... groans tearing from both of them.My

KEIRAI shouldn’t feel it. Not from him. Not from the man who stole my freedom and carved his name into my nightmares. But the second he spoke, his voice detonated through me—low, deep, vibrating at the base of my spine like it owned me. I felt it in my throat. In my fingertips. In the delicious pit of me that should’ve been curdling with bile. Instead, it hollowed, a cavern begging to be filled.I hated him more for it.“I believe you’d like to know why I brought you here,” he leaned back in that throne of his like a king who knew kingdoms would burn just to kneel at his boots.“Wow.” My lips curled before my mind caught up. “Thanks for stating the obvious. You kidnapped me, stuck needles in me like some… I don’t know, lab rat? But sure. Let’s pretend I’m dying to know what’s going on in that monster brain of yours.”Behind me, Yelena sighed like she was watching a toddler toss knives.Nikolai didn’t blink. “Then shut your mouth and listen.”And I did. Barely.Because the bastard ha