Tamed by Her Touch のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

THE wind swirled, and thunder roared in the sky. Adhara wanted to run away from the excruciating burning feeling in her chest. She didn't care about the heavy rain and had no sense of direction. Slagle was the cause of her suffering. She had come a long way before realizing she was in the middle of the woods. The rain never stopped pouring; it grew harder, and lightning slashed across the dark sky. She continued to walk in the dark woods, the only light provided by the lightning as it played across the sky. The pouring rain continued, and she could hear the wind swirling through the trees all over the woods. Her whole body shivered from the cold, and she wrapped herself tighter to lessen the chill. As she walked, she heard a loud moan and a faint growl, as if someone were in pain. She walked toward the sound and saw a wounded wolf, an animal in nature, nearly fainted. At first, she hesitated to move closer, afraid that this beast would harm her. But then she realized that this wo

THE strange sounds hitting the walls and crashing on the floor bothered her. She thought there was something strange inside the castle, which reinforced her decision to flee.Adhara kept staring out the window, her mind racing. The strange sounds she heard every day and witnessing Jarckon transform into an animal in nature filled her with fear.She slightly opened the window and listened to the rustling leaves and the blowing wind touching her hair. She breathed in the morning air, trying to calm down and think clearly.She was distracted when the door opened. Unsurprised, she knew it was Felicity bringing her breakfast. She glanced at Felicity, then turned back to the window, looking out at the castle grounds.“My lady, breakfast is ready.”Adhara turned and smiled at Felicity.Felicity noticed she was acting strangely this morning, attributing it to the previous night's events. Felicity moved closer, trying to comfort her.“My lady, are you okay?” Adhara sighed and went to the tabl

AFTER last night’s incident, Jarckon seemed to have forgotten about her escape. Adhara was now free to go in and out of the castle, but Felicity always followed her. She couldn’t do anything about it, even though it annoyed her. Today, she walked in the castle’s garden for no particular reason—it just made her feel relaxed. To her surprise, Felicity wasn’t following her. Adhara wandered the entire garden, enjoying the sunrise and the beautiful roses. She smelled their petals and touched their soft blooms. Just as she was about to pick one, a voice stopped her. “Don’t pick the flowers.” Adhara turned around to see who had spoken. The voice was sweet and calm, piquing her curiosity. She was stunned by the woman’s beauty: brown curly hair, thick eyelashes, and dark brown eyes. The woman smiled and greeted her. “Hi.” Adhara smiled back. The woman continued watering the roses, and Adhara guessed she must be one of Jarckon’s servants—though she was too beautiful to be a mere servant.

Jarckon held out his palms, an invitation for Adhara to join him for dinner, but Adhara hesitated, wondering if she should accept the invitation or remain in her room. She stared at Jarckon’s hands, wondering if she should go with him. Jarckon's eyes remained fixed on her—those green eyes that had captivated her the night she mated with him, eyes that attracted her despite her attempts to avoid their gaze. To her, they were deceptive. She couldn't reconcile the gentle eyes with the hidden darkness of his past—his brutality, his wickedness. In Adhara’s eyes, Jarckon had murdered many innocent werewolves. He was a murderer. He had murdered her fiancé, and his own mother had died by his hand. What could she expect from this man? Adhara lowered her gaze, avoiding Jarckon. She couldn't bear to be with someone like him. Jarckon noticed her rejection, which affected him deeply. He continued to hold out his hand, hoping Adhara would change her mind. After a few moments, Jarckon’s green eye

Jarckon stared deeply at Adhara, his gaze penetrating her very being. The white nightgown she wore accentuated her curves, drawing him to her beauty. He remembered the night he had possessed this woman, her femininity arousing his manhood with every touch of their skin. Jarckon couldn’t stop himself from wanting to claim Adhara.Standing in the doorway of her room, Adhara saw Jarckon staring at her, his green eyes attracting her once more. His gaze held a magnetic pull that made her melt, captivating her. Jarckon walked toward her, looking at her with lust. He wanted to claim Adhara: her lips, her body, her whole being, her femininity. Jarckon touched her face, pressing his finger to her lips.Once again, Adhara was mesmerized by his emerald eyes. She did not resist Jarckon’s touch; there was no doubt in her heart. She allowed Jarckon to touch her face, her lips, and suddenly, Jarckon kissed her earnestly, as if he had been longing to feel her lips again. He remembered the night he ha