BLOODBOUND: The Wolf, The King and The Killer のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 131 - チャプター 140

Killan's POV I woke to a sound that did not belong in my world. A loud bang that split the air open and echoed through my head like a hammer striking metal. My eyes snapped open and I sat up quickly, breath heavy, hands gripping the soft ground beneath me. For a moment, I thought I was still in my room. The last thing I remembered was talking to Nikolai. Then the world went dark. But this place was nothing like home. The ground beneath me was soft, covered in short green grass that shimmered faintly under the light of a distant sun. I looked around, squinting. A garden stretched endlessly in every direction, filled with flowers of every color I had ever seen and some that I had not. Red, blue, gold, and silver, glowing faintly like tiny flames. The air smelled sweet, almost too sweet, and every breath I took made my chest feel heavier. For a second, it was beautiful enough to make me forget the fear pressing at the edges of my mind. But then I saw the blood. Thin streaks of red st

Rhett's POV I stood there frozen long after Nikolai left the room. The door slammed shut behind him, the echo lingering in the silence that followed. My chest felt heavy, the weight of his words pressing down on me harder than any wound I had ever taken. The sound of the monitor beside Killian’s bed filled the air again, steady and indifferent. For a moment, I could not move. My hands trembled slightly at my sides. The anger in Nikolai’s eyes was something I had never seen before. I had seen him furious in battle, sharp and focused, but not like that. That had been something else. That had been disappointment. The air in the room felt colder suddenly. I turned my gaze toward Killian, his body lying motionless under the sheets. He looked peaceful, but I could feel the faint pulse of his wolf beneath the surface. It was weak, flickering like a dying ember, but still there. Nikolai had been right about that much. I took a slow step forward, my legs unsteady. The pain in my abdomen f

Rhett's POV I sat at the edge of my bed long after the morning bell had rung, my mind heavy with thoughts that refused to settle. The scent of blood still lingered in the corners of my memory, faint but sharp enough to remind me of how close I had come to losing everything. My body ached with every breath, but the pain was bearable compared to the silence that now filled the packhouse. The hallways outside my room were quieter than usual, stripped of the laughter and the steady rhythm of daily life. It felt like grief had seeped into the walls, and I was the one who had painted it there. I rang the small bell beside me and one of the guards entered immediately. His expression was careful, almost fearful. Maybe they all thought I had gone too far, locking up my beta and driving away my gamma. Maybe they were right. "Send for Nikolai," I said, my voice rough. "Tell him I want him in my study at once. And have one of the maids bring me my black tea." The guard bowed quickly and left.

Declan's POV The sound of the door opening pulled me out of a light sleep. My body was still weak, and my head felt heavy from the medication. I blinked a few times, trying to adjust to the light coming in from the hallway. The doctor stepped inside, holding a clipboard and wearing the same expression he always did—calm, unreadable, distant. “Declan,” he said quietly, “Alpha Rhett has ordered your discharge. You’re to leave the medical wing within the hour. Guards will come to escort you.” His words took a second to settle. I pushed myself up slowly, my arms protesting at the movement. “He ordered it?” “Yes,” the doctor replied, his tone flat. “He said you’re well enough to recover at home. Your personal belongings have already been packed.” I nodded slowly, though my chest tightened. I could tell this wasn’t the doctor’s choice. Rhett’s orders rarely left room for argument. “I see,” I said. The doctor gave a short nod and turned toward the door. Before he left, he glanced back

Nikolai's POV When I woke up, the first thing I felt was warmth. It spread across the sheets, a soft kind of comfort that didn’t belong in my life most days. The second thing I noticed was the slow, steady rhythm of breathing beside me. I turned my head slightly, and there he was. Killian. His hair was a tangled mess against the pillow, his face calm in a way I hadn’t seen in too long. For a moment, I just looked at him. The way his chest rose and fell. The faint movement of his lips as he murmured something in his sleep. I smiled without meaning to. My hand moved on its own, fingers tracing the sharp line of his jaw. His skin was warm, softer than I remembered. I stopped at the curve of his neck and felt his pulse under my fingertips, strong and alive. That alone was enough to make my chest tighten. I leaned closer until my breath brushed against his skin. The temptation was there, familiar and dangerous. I could taste the air between us, the faint scent of him that always manag