THE THIRD MATING의 모든 챕터: 챕터 101 - 챕터 110

LYRA:"Lyra," he whispered when we broke apart for air. "You sure about this?" He smirked I looked up at him, my heart pounding. "Maybe."His eyes darkened, and he kissed me again, harder this time. His hands roamed up my back, unzipping my gown slowly. The fabric slipped down my shoulders, cool air hitting my skin. I shivered, but not from the cold, it was from the way he looked at me, like he wanted me just as bad.He shrugged off his suit jacket, letting it drop to the floor. I helped him with his tie, pulling it loose and tossing it aside. Our kisses got messier, tongues touching, breaths mixing.He backed me toward the bed, his hands everywhere, on my arms, my sides, cupping my breasts through the thin fabric that was left. I gasped when his thumbs brushed over my nipples, making them hard. "Ronan," I moaned, arching into his touch.We fell onto the bed together, him on top of me. His weight felt good, solid. He kissed my neck, sucking lightly, sending sparks down my body. I ra

LYRA:Eamon has done something he will regret totally. I will definitely make sure he pays for this, but first I have to know the measure of damage the gunshot caused.It's been three days since Ronan was shot. The doctor has already done a lot, and he isn't going to die, but the doctor didn't promise he will be standing on his feet soon.From now on he will be on home treatment and medication, though I haven't seen him since then, not even when he was transported back to the mansion. It was so bad that he was covered from sunlight.The doctor stepped out of Ronan’s room and closed the door softly. His shoulders were low, and he rubbed his eyes before walking over to where I sat on the hard plastic chair in the hallway. I stood up fast, my heart beating loudly in my chest.“Is he okay?” I asked.The doctor looked at me for a long time, then nodded once. “He’s awake. He’s stable. The bullet didn’t kill him. It went through the side of his head, but he’s alive.”I let out a breath of re

LYRA:I got back to my room, the sack of tools heavy in my hands. I shut the door quiet and leaned against it, breathing hard. My mind was racing. Eamon was down in the basement cell, locked up tight with guards outside. How was I going to get these things down there without anyone seeing? I couldn't just walk past them with a bag full of rope and a hammer. They'd ask questions. They'd stop me.I dropped the sack on the floor and started pacing. Maybe I could wait until night, when the guards changed shifts. Or find a back way, some old tunnel or vent. This mansion was big and old—there had to be secrets in the walls. I went to the window, looking out at the grounds, trying to think.A knock on the door made me freeze. I kicked the sack under the bed fast, but the hammer clanged a little against the floor. Damn."Who is it?" I called, trying to sound normal."It's Silas," came the voice, low and rough.I opened the door a crack. He stood there, eyes still red from earlier, face hard l

LYRA:I sat on the bench in the garden, eating my burger from the cafeteria. The fresh wind felt nice, blowing through the trees and cooling my skin after all the heavy days inside.I took another bite and closed my eyes for a second, just enjoying the quietness. For the first time in a long while, things felt a little peaceful. Eamon was gone. Ronan was getting better. Maybe we could start fixing things.“Mind if I join you?”The voice made me jump a little. I turned fast and saw Ronan standing there, with his hands in his pockets. All the bandages were gone from his head now. And he looked so much more like himself. Stronger. Alive.“Ronan?” I said, surprised. “Shouldn’t you still be resting in bed?”He smiled that new smile of his, like he is a new person that got memory refreshed from the weight of the past. “I rested all day yesterday. And the day before. I’m tired of staring at the ceiling. I just want to hang out. Get some air. Be normal for a bit, you know?”I looked at him,

LYRA:I sat on my bed in the room, staring at the wall. My mind kept going back to the doctor’s words. Pregnancy? It couldn’t be. But the tests would tell me in three days. I rubbed my stomach again slowly, wondering if something was really there. The poison from before should have made it impossible. I felt scared and hopeful at the same time.A soft knock pulled me out of my thoughts. The door opened a little, and Ronan poked his head in.“Can I come in?” he asked, voice quiet.I nodded. “Sure.”He stepped inside and closed the door behind him. He looked nervous, hands in his pockets, eyes on the floor for a moment. Then he walked over and sat on the edge of the bed, leaving a small space between us.“What’s up?” I asked.He took a deep breath. “About earlier. In the garden. Before you got sick. You wanted to know about the dreams.”My heart started beating faster. “Yeah. You ready to tell me now?”He nodded slow, but his cheeks turned red. “It’s hard to say out loud. I’m scared y