The Lycan King's Unwanted Omega のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 81 - チャプター 88

The dining hall was crowded, despite the late hour. Nobles lingered after the council, their voices carrying across the hall alongside the sound of silverware scraping against porcelain. The scent of roasted meat and its accompanying side dishes wafted towards me relentlessly, reminding me of how hungry I still was.Rowan had taken himself to the head table with Jeremiah, their shoulders bent close to one another in quiet discussion, and I tried my best not to look over at him. I let Nolan guide me toward the side of the hall, where the stone wall was at my back and the tables gave me a clear view of the room. I sat and tried to make myself invisible as I had always done, but it did nothing to ease the pressure of their eyes focusing on me.They watched me the way they always did with quick glances accompanied by derogatory whispers, and all I could focus on was the glint of their crests pinned on their lapels catching the light as they leaned toward each other.“Why is she sitting

The nobles’ whispers still rang in my ears long after Rowan left the hall. Their faces, their laughter, the scrape of their chairs — all of it clung to me. My hands wouldn’t stop shaking.Nolan noticed. He didn’t ask. He just stood, touched my shoulder once, and said, “Come on.”He led me out through the side passage, away from the smell of wine and the eyes that never looked away long enough to forget me. The courtyard was cold and empty, stone slick from the evening air, the silence wide enough to breathe in.Training had always been easier than talking. Easier than listening to them. Easier than waiting for Rowan to decide what silence meant.So when Nolan said, “Set your stance,” I did.Nolan stood a few paces away, arms crossed, expression focused. He didn’t need to speak for me to know what he expected. I rolled my shoulders once, forced my hands steady, and started the drill.My body ached from the day before, and every movement burned, but rest wasn’t enough to get rid of the n

The message still burned in my mind long after the council had dispersed. The next Blood Moon rises soon. I’ll collect what is mine.Rowan hadn’t spoken since, and Jeremiah had taken command of the hall, sending couriers off in every direction with fresh orders, while Nolan stationed additional guards through the night. I’d barely slept. Even when I closed my eyes, the letters carved themselves across the darkness, Marcus’s name glowing like a brand I couldn’t scrub away, and pulling at all of the memories that I had tried so hard to forget.By morning, the atmosphere in the palace had changed; a sense of urgency hung over everyone, and people moved faster, their eyes flicking toward the windows as though waiting for whatever lay beyond them to appear.When Nolan found me in the courtyard, the expression on his face told me that whatever he was about to say was bad before he had even started speaking.“Scouts have reported movement near the northern border,” he murmured so that no o

We moved him under the cover of darkness.The healers came first; they moved silently and efficiently with their heads bowed. They checked his pulse and stitched the shallow claw marks where needed, leaving herbs for me to apply that I didn’t recognize. When they were gone, Nolan and Jeremiah brought two higher-ranked commanders and lifted him. He was heavy, all muscle and dead weight, and his skin was still hot to the touch.We took him down the servant stairwell, where no one would see, and then across the courtyards to the basement chamber I had spent the last blood moon with him in. It was safer for him here, and safer for us. Far from the court and far from the gossip. Contained, Jeremiah had said, and safe. But even down here, I could feel that the fallout wasn’t over yet. There were still two nights left, maybe three, and on any of those days, Marcus could lead his attack,.Until it set, his wolf would keep clawing for control, and the court would keep clawing for his thron