The Lycan Prince’s Silent Bride のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

Alaric’s POVThe water was scalding. Just the way I liked my hot bath..I sat back against the carved stone rim of the bath, letting the heat burn me as well as the dried blood from my skin.The steam curled around me, thick and satisfyingly suffocating, but it wasn’t enough to drown out the image in my mind.. the girl.My substitute bride.Her wide, fierce blue eyes still haunted me. The softness of her face.. The fragile way she had swayed when exhaustion threatened to drag her under.The way my arms had carried her before I even thought twice about it. I clenched my jaw, lowering myself deeper into the water until only my mouth broke the surface.She looked nothing like the woman I had envisioned for my wife. She was too quiet, too delicate, too much like a bird that had already broken its wings before it could even fly but still wanted to fly.. low-key. And yet.. my blood sang whenever she was near me.Fuck it had only being twenty four hours since she became mine..This was dange

Annalise’s POVTina rose as whispers began to hiss around us like snakes. My eyes turned to her, curious as to what was wrong with the two men in front of us. Then someone leaned close.. too close.. and murmured something into her ear. I didn’t catch the words, but I caught the way her spine stiffened, as her gaze immediately stared across the open ground and fell on the men fighting.Her lips curled, almost amused.But before she could say anything to probably explain what was going on to me, another girl leaned next to her, whispering something sharp and private against her ear. Tina’s eyes flickered toward me immediately after, landing heavy as if she had been waiting…Her gaze lingered. Then she smiled and finally spoke, “Don’t worry, if this looks barbaric. I understand that wolves hardly fight hand-to-hand anymore. Especially not royals and nobles. But over here things are done a little bit differently.. Ronan and Alaric will resolve their differences in no time. It’s just how

Annalise’s POVWarmth.That was the first thing I felt. Too much warmth. Soft sheets, smooth silk against my skin, the weight of a heavy blanket pressing down. My lashes fluttered and my heart jumped.This… this wasn’t the carriage.It didn’t smell like Ronan’s pack as well.My eyes shot open.I sat up with a gasp, my breath catching in my throat. A canopy of silver-threaded fabric loomed overhead, draping down in flowing elegance like stars. Gold pillars framed the bed I was lying on.. it was far too large, far too grand for me.And then.. horror struck me.I was wearing something else.My hands clawed at the neckline of the gown, fabric I didn’t recognize. My cute blue tonic was gone. Someone had changed me.Panic burst through my chest, sharp and merciless. I swung my legs off the bed, ignoring the ringing in my ears, only for pain to hit me across my skull. I staggered, clutching my head. A raw groan slipped out before I could stop it.Memories assaulted me.The vows. The vei

Annalise’s POVI expected steam, warm scented water, and the luxury of silence when I stepped into the bath. That was all I wanted.. steam to ease the ache in my bones, solitude to still the chaos clawing at my head. My body felt like it belonged to someone else: heavy, clumsy, weighed down by the echoes of screams still lodged in my ears, and the metallic tang of blood still thick in my throat. Even the air carried his voice with it.. Alaric’s cold, merciless commands from the torture session he had performed earlier.The Queen had promised me rest. A meal. A bath.. Peace.Instead, I opened the door and stopped breathing.Alaric.Half-swallowed by the mist curling from the steaming bath, he stood with his back to me. Bare-chested. His sword leaned against the wall as though even the blade itself had grown weary of tearing flesh. Droplets of sweat clung to his skin, sliding down the hot corded muscle of his shoulders, his back, disappearing into the line of his trousers. He should

Annalise’s POVThe moment our skin touched, a jolt shot through me.. like fire and lightning crashing together beneath my flesh. My breath became sharp and unsteady.His hand twitched.. His jaw clenched.‘What was that?’I clutched the bottle tightly after picking it up, and pressed it to my palm like it could anchor me to reality. He, however, stepped back, face a perfect mask of control, though his shoulders seemed tense, coiled like a predator forced into stillness.“Eat quickly,” he finally spoke, voice rougher than before. “Then go bathe.”“Why?” I signed with quick motions of my hands, frowning slightly. He was close enough to see, close enough to understand if he wanted to. My heart thudded as I tried to read his face.But Alaric’s gaze hardened as he stared, like stone shutting me out.“We have nobles waiting in the throne room,” he said instead, as though I hadn’t asked anything at all. “They will expect to see the one who made the peace treaty possible.”‘Me?’His lips curv