Reborn for the Lycan king のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

Aria’s POV I froze for a split second, my blood turning to ice. I knew this night, I remembered this night vividly from my past life.“Elara!” I gasped.But she was already moving, her body slamming forward like a shield, her claws tearing into the first rogue that lunged at me. The sound of ripping flesh and snarls filled the air as she fought, wild and desperate. Another came at me from the side, and she shoved me back, taking the blow across her own arm with a sharp cry.“Elara, your arm!”“Run!” she growled, spinning to slash at the beast again.My chest tightened, the scene blurring, collapsing in on itself. I had lived this night before. I had seen her fight for me, seen her bleed for me, seen her ready to die just to make sure I survived. That night, in my past life, I had wept with gratitude. I had thought, She is my sister. She is my heart. How could I ever doubt her? How could I have ever doubted someone that was ready to die for me?And later, as the poison burned throug

Aria’s POV Darren was kissing Elara.Not long, not deep, just a stolen kiss, careless, as though he thought no one would walk in.And then my footsteps scraped against the floor, and they broke apart so fast it was almost comical. Elara turned her head as though she’d been coughing. Darren, shameless as ever, cleared his throat and said smoothly,“There was dust in her eye. I was just helping remove it.”For a heartbeat, the room was silent.And then I laughed. Not out loud, but deep inside of me. That was his excuse? Really?This guy was inarguably the dumbest guy I'd ever seen!I schooled my face into something pleasant. “Oh, I see. How thoughtful of you.”My tone was polite, not biting, and that seemed to unsettle him more than if I’d screamed.I placed the folded clothes by Elara’s bed, my movements steady, and controlled. Then, with a calm smile, I added,“Take good care of my friend, Darren. She needs you.”And I turned to leave.But I hadn’t even reached the corridor before

Aria’s POV I froze, my heart hammering against my ribs. Slowly, I turned and Darren stood in the doorway, framed by the soft glow of the hall, a small hand towel slung over his shoulder, his sleeves damp from washing vegetables. His eyes, once warm, now glittered with suspicion.“What…” he asked softly as he walked closer, his voice dangerously hith. “… what are you doing in my room?” The walls seemed to close in around me. The bed, the dresser, the door behind him, all felt like traps now. I forced myself to breathe, to lift my chin. “I… was looking for the washroom. I must have taken a wrong turn.” I stuttered, unsure if he bought that. He stepped forward, each movement measured, his gaze never leaving mine. “The washroom is downstairs and you know that, Aria. This is not your first time here.”The air thickened, heavy with tension, my pulse pounding in my ears. For one terrifying heartbeat, I thought he would corner me there, demand answers I couldn’t give.But then, sud

Aria’s POV I turned sharply. “Elara?”She froze in the doorway, almost completely healed, wide-eyed, as though she hadn’t expected to find me there. “Oh...Aria, you’re here.”I narrowed my eyes, “Obviously. What are you doing here?”Her lips curved into a nervous smile as she stepped inside. “I was looking for you, my darling best friend. I needed us to talk.”“What is it this time?” I exhaled slowly, releasing my father’s hand and standing. She hesitated, twisting her fingers together like a guilty child. “I... I need some money from you please.”My brows rose, “some money from me?”“Yes.” Her voice rushed now, tripping over itself. “I just need you to lend me some money for a little while. I’ll pay you back, of course, you know I will. It’s just...I’ve had some expenses lately and I’m low on cash.”I studied her quietly, she was low on cash? When had she ever had money?Last I remembered she had a good paying job but guess what she does with her salary?Buy the latest outfi

Aria’s POV His words trailed off, collapsing into a cough that rattled through his chest.The sound tore through me as I pressed my free hand to his arm, fighting the sting behind my eyes. “No father, no,” I whispered. “Derek wasn’t even here at the time.”But even as I said it, doubt slid like a blade into my chest. What if the poison had twisted his memory so badly that he was just grabbing at shadows? Or worse, what if someone had deliberately planted that shadow?Derek stepped closer, his face pale. “Aria, you know I’d never...”“I know.” The words came out sharper than I intended, as much for myself as for him. I wanted to believe him, I actually needed to. But my father’s fragile voice still echoed in my head, tearing at the edge of my sanity.I swallowed hard, forcing myself to stand up, to shove the weakness back down where no one could see it. “He’s confused,” I said, this time louder, firmer, as if declaring it might make it true.Just then, the pack herbalist rushed in be