Once His Bully. Now His Whore のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 251 - チャプター 260

LORD REVANDRELThree days later, the grand gates of my villa opened as I finally arrived home.Taking Laila back to her family had delayed our return considerably, but it had been worth every hour. I could still see her running into her mother's arms.The female had grown frail over the years and had long since lost hope of ever seeing her daughter alive again, but the instant she realized the young female running toward her was truly her daughter, she broke apart. Clutching her daughter to herself and crying so hard she could barely breathe, shouting her gratitude to every god she could name. All the while, Laila wept just as fiercely against her.Then her father reached them. He gathered them both into his arms and cried with them so openly in the way only a male who had somehow been handed back a piece of his life he had mourned as lost forever could cry.He kept touching his daughter's hair and face as though he needed the reassurance that she was there, that this was truly his ch

LADY BAEVERAThe next few days only confirmed what I had already begun to suspect. That somewhere along the way, since falling in love with this male, I had really become the clingy sort.It was highly unladylike, decidedly ungraceful and, for someone who had spent so much of her life being entirely self-sufficient, arguably unwise.But my male did not seem to care in the slightest. If anything, I was beginning to suspect he was just as clingy with me. And oh, did that warm my soul.We were practically inseparable.I took time away from work, and Revandrel did the same. For several days, we simply existed together in the villa without allowing the rest of the world to demand much from us.We walked through the gardens in the mornings, tended the horses together, spent an afternoon decorating one of the empty rooms because neither of us could agree on what should be done with it, then somehow spent twice as long arguing playfully over where everything should go. We took our meals toge

She looked back at me. "Mm?"I hesitated.That was enough for her smile to soften. She stopped completely this time and really looked at me in that observant way of hers, studying what I had not yet managed to say."Revan... you do not want to do this, do you?""It is not that I do not want to. It is just..." I searched for a way to put the knot of thoughts inside me into words. "I know it is not their fault we never met. They did not know about me, and I do not blame them for something they could not possibly have known, but..." I exhaled heavily.Baevera waited. She did not rush to reassure me or fill the silence, merely stood there with that openness she always gave me when she knew I needed to work something out for myself, and somehow that made it easier."I have been on my own for so long, Baevera," I finally said. "Through every hardship, every damned road my life dragged me down, it was just me. So why now? Why not seven hundred years ago? A millennium ago?” I released a bitte

SECOND TO LAST CHAPTER.The Grand Queen did not say a word. She simply continued looking at me in that strange, unreadable way that did not help. At all.My entire world flashed before my eyes. I saw the possibility of a life without Revandrel, and it was beyond terrifying. My breathing picked up.Familiar arms came around me from behind. "Dearest, are you all right?"I looked up at the brightness of my life. There was none of the earlier warmth on his face now. Revandrel's eyes had gone icy-cold as they found the Grand Queen. "What did you do to her?"I quickly clasped a cold hand around his arm, drawing his attention back to me as I shook my head vigorously. "No, do not, my dearest, Emeriel did nothing."The coldness left his eyes. He glanced toward the Grand Queen and inclined his head slightly in apology.Across the room, the Grand King was already on his feet. He had taken several steps toward us before his female shook her head firmly."Daemon, we are fine," she said softly.The

LAST CHAPTER.LORD REVANDRELFor the first few weeks after acquiring Yesta Asterbough, while I was occupied, I let the guards of Blood and Bones have their way with him.I am a firm believer in the taste-your-own-medicine approach to revenge, and considering how much of his life Jolan had spent violating others, I thought it fitting he should discover what the helplessness of sexual abuse felt like from the other side.For a Urekai male, there are few things more corrosive to the spirit than being dominated and stripped of agency over his own body, but for an Alpha, that experience comes with additional dimensions that make it much worse.Therefore, I was not entirely surprised to find my prisoner cowering in a corner when I finally came down to visit properly. Bloodied and beaten, his false pheromones were completely stripped away, and for the first time, I could smell his real scent. The one I had haunted like a rabid dog."Well, well, well. If it is not Yesta." I settled into my c