Reborn for the Lycan king のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 201 - チャプター 210

Eros’ POVThe evening had grown unnaturally quiet, the kind of stillness that pressed against your ears until you could hear your own pulse. Shadows stretched long across the walls of my office, flickering with the dying firelight, and every muscle in my body sat on edge.Something was wrong, I could feel it but just couldn't place it. I knew that It wasn’t just instinct, it was the gnawing, pulsing ache deep inside my chest where the bond to Aria hummed faintly. It had felt different all day, a little off, like static buzzing through the threads that connected us. I’d been trying to tell myself it was nothing, that she was simply far away, surrounded by enemies, cloaking herself to stay safe. I convinced myself that she was fine, especially since she tied a white cloth on her window last night. But now, now it felt as if something dark pressed between us.I’d been pacing the office for an hour, unable to focus on the endless scrolls and reports before me. Every few minutes I’d glan

Eros’s POVThe whiskey burned low in the glass, amber and quiet beneath the lamplight. I leaned back in my chair, the weight of the day pressing between my shoulders. I could still feel Aria’s scent in the air somehow, faint, and haunting. Even in her absence, she filled the empty spaces. But I didn’t know what to do, she told me not to move until she sent me a signal. But she hadn’t done that and I didn’t want to burst in there and ruin her plans. Ronan sat across from me, the picture of concern and easy charm. “It’s been a long week,” Ronan said lightly, swirling his drink. “You look like you really needed this meeting.”I gave a short laugh. “You always know how to make me feel better.”“Someone has to. The mighty Lycan King shouldn’t carry the world alone.”He raised his glass in mock salute, and I mirrored him. The liquid was smooth, my favorite brand. We drank, even though a part of me told me to not. But we were in the pack house, what could go wrong?The burn was deep, comf

Ronan’s POVThe storm outside had not yet broken, but the air was thick with its warning. A low growl of thunder rolled somewhere far across the valley as i stood at the balcony of the pack manor, the wind teasing the black hem of my coat. Below me, the kingdom slept unaware, wolves and pups in their dens, oblivious to how close the world had come to crumbling. Oblivious to the fact that their pack was soon to be mine. Eros’ chamber was silent now, although the scent of iron and whiskey still lingered in the corridors, a reminder of what I had just done. I could still see it, my cousin’s eyes wide with disbelief, his body convulsing as the poison took hold. The mighty Lycan King, the one everyone worshiped, had fallen not by the sword, not by war, but by my hand.I exhaled slowly, savoring it and the moment felt divine.For years, I had waited for this moment. I had been moving in the shadows, smiling where he wished to strike, helping when it earned me his trust. I had played the l

Ronan’s POVI adjusted my collar, straightened my posture, and for the first time in years, I smiled at my own reflection without disgust.From the corridor outside, faint footsteps approached, one of my guards returning from a task I had given him.“My lord,” the voice called.“Come in,” I said without looking up. He stepped in and bowed. “The Council has been gathered as you requested. They await your command at dawn.”“Good.” I responded as I moved to the window again. The clouds were shifting now, letting thin veins of moonlight spill over the valley. “Make sure no one goes near the King’s chambers tonight.”“Yes, my lord.”He turned to leave, but my voice stopped him one last time.“And prepare the throne room. When the sun rises, I’ll address them myself.”When he was gone, I remained by the window, my fingers resting lightly on the glass. Below, the Shadow pack stretched wide and dark, unaware that its crown had already changed hands.I thought of Elara then, imagined her st

Aria’s POVDarren’s voice murmured outside, his tone casual, businesslike, as if they were planning a dinner rather than a murder. “We start the Rite when the sun touches the horizon.”I squeezed my eyes shut. My wrists were raw now, but I kept twisting them, feeling the rope weaken. A strand snapped, then another. It wasn’t enough to free me yet, but it was something.I reached for the stone again, more desperate than before. It was cold against my fingertips. The last flicker of magic was gone.“Why isn’t he coming!” I cried, and this time, the words broke completely.The tears came hard, hot and uncontrollable. My shoulders shook with them. All the strength, all the faith I’d built in the days since I left him crumbled in that single moment.Because if Eros wasn’t answering, if he wasn’t feeling the bond, then maybe he was already gone.And if he was gone, then I truly was alone.The candlelight guttered suddenly, one of the flames dying out with a hiss. I stared at the smoke twist