THE THIRD MATING のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 131 - チャプター 140

LYRA:I opened my eyes to the soft morning light filtering through the curtains, my body was still warm and relaxed from the night before with Cole. He was awake already, lying next to me with one arm propped under his head, watching me with that gentle smile that made my heart skip a little. His other hand rested lightly on my belly, fingers tracing small circles over the swell where the baby grew. For a moment, I forgot about everything else, the guilt, the clinic, Ronan and just let myself enjoy the quiet peace of waking up next to someone who looked at me like I was the only thing that mattered."Good morning," he said softly, leaning in to kiss my forehead, his lips lingering there for a second before moving down to my cheek, then my mouth in a slow, lazy kiss that made my toes curl. I kissed him back, my hand sliding up his chest to feel the beat of his heart, the warmth of his skin under my fingers."Morning," I whispered when he pulled away, my voice still sleepy. We lay t

RONAN:The darkness pulled back again, and I stepped through the next door without waiting. The white space had become familiar now, like a hallway between pieces of her life, and I was ready for whatever came next. The door opened into our bedroom in the pack house, the night light spilling through the big windows. The air was warm, heavy with the scent of her and Silas. Lyra sat on the edge of the bed, her body flushed and glowing, hair messy from what had just happened with Silas. She looked satisfied but hungry still, eyes bright when she heard the knock and opened the door for me, past me.I watched myself stand in the doorway, staring at her with that slow smirk I remembered using when I wanted her to feel how much I needed her. She dropped the sheet without a word, standing naked and bold, skin still sweaty from Silas but beautiful in a way that hit me hard even watching from outside.Past-me moved fast, kicking the door shut, shirt off in one pull, pants gone quick. I sa

LYRA:I drove back from the hotel as fast as I could. The night air was cold through the open window, but it helped clear my head a little.Tears kept coming, no matter how many times I wiped them away. My hands shook on the wheel. Guilt felt like a heavy rock in my chest.Ronan had whispered my name. Twice. After weeks of nothing. And I was not there. I was with Cole, in his arms, letting things happen that should never have happened.The baby kicked inside me, like it knew I was upset. I put one hand on my belly for a second. "I'm sorry," I whispered to the little one. "Sorry to you. Sorry to your daddy."The mansion lights were low when I got there. Most of the pack was asleep. I parked quickly and ran to the clinic wing. My shoes made loud echoes in the quiet halls.The door to Ronan's room was open a bit. I pushed it wider and stepped in.Silas was still there. He sat in the chair by the bed, head in his hands. He looked up when he heard me. His eyes were tired, but they lit up a

RONAN:I was pulled into another memory.This time, I found myself in the same room, looking at Lyra in the same dress, and the basket Jerome had brought was still by the side, making me realize this must be the same day.It was afternoon. Lyra still sat on the same chair.Then I heard their voices, Jerome's deep laugh mixed with another man's voice, as footsteps approached the door.The door opened wider, and I saw my uncle, Uncle Harlan, tall with graying hair, walking in first.His eyes moved around the room quickly before settling on my body, where I lay.“Brother,” Harlan said as he gripped Jerome's shoulder firmly. “I'm sorry it took news like this to bring me back. How is he?”Jerome nodded as he returned the grip. “Holding steady. The doctors say he's fighting inside. Come in, meet everyone properly.”Then another figure stepped in behind him, Cole, tall and well-built, with dark hair tied neatly back and features that caught the light in a way that made him stand out.My eyes

RONAN:The darkness from the last memory faded away slowly, and I was pulled into another one, the white space forming a new door again that opened on its own. I stepped through it, pissed off from what happened in the last vision. I promised myself that when I got out of this coma, my face would be the last face Cole would see.This time it was a different place. But again, she was with Cole. This time, Lyra was in a dress that flowed loose over her belly, and he was in his jeans and shirt. They sat on a bench by a pond, throwing bits of bread as they talked about dreams for the future, things Lyra and I never spoke about. He told her how he wanted to build something lasting in the pack and see places outside the lands. "What about you?" he asked, turning to her with that warm smile. "What do you see for yourself after the baby comes?"She thought about me waking up, about holding our pup, about a life with love and no more pain. "Just a family," she said quietly. "A home where every