I SLEPT WITH MY BULLY’S FATHER のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 19

EMMA. The next day, I woke up with a heavy heart. My body ached all over. I dragged myself out of bed and stood in front of the bathroom mirror. The reflection looking back at me was painful to see. There were dark, purple bruises on my face.For any normal wolf, these bruises would have disappeared overnight. Normal werewolves have fast healing. They can get cut or beaten, and by the next morning, their skin is perfectly smooth again. But I am not a normal wolf. I don't heal like them. My body takes a long, agonizing time to fix itself. I am slow, weak, and different.I reached for my makeup bag with trembling hands. I had to use thick layers of foundation and concealer to hide the marks. I carefully patted the cream over the bruises, wincing every time my fingers touched my sore skin. I couldn't let anyone see this. I couldn't let anyone know how broken I was.Once I finished, I grabbed my phone. My fingers hovered over the screen. There were no new notifications. Sophia hadn’t t

HERTH. I adjusted the cuffs of my dark suit jacket, my expression completely blank as the corporate executives in front of me wrapped up their presentations. To anyone else in that boardroom, I looked like the perfect picture of a calm, dangerous alpha businessman.Inside, my wolf was clawing at my chest, screaming for blood.Yet, I didn't let a single flicker of emotion show on my face. I sat through the two-hour meeting, signed the contracts with a steady hand, and shook the hands of men who were too terrified to look me directly in the eye. I executed the entire business deal flawlessly, because a true alpha never lets his prey see him sweat.The moment the heavy glass doors of the boardroom closed behind us, Damien let out a low whistle. He fell into step beside me as we walked down the private executive hallway toward my lounge."I have to hand it to you, Herth," Damien said, shaking his head in admiration. "I thought you were going to rip that investor’s throat out twenty min

EMMA. Suddenly, I could taste fear. I squeezed my eyes shut, forcing my body to bend forward, forcing my mind to go completely blank. I was just about to put my mouth on his dick. I was seconds away from destroying the last piece of my dignity just to keep my brother safe.*BANG.*A loud, ear-splitting sound exploded through the air. The noise was so massive it vibrated right through the floorboards and shook my entire chest.Instantly, the crowded club turned into pure chaos. Students and dancers screamed, scrambling away in every direction, knocking over chairs and spilling drinks as they fled from the source of the noise.In front of me, the rogue exploded in pain. He let out a sharp, wet shriek as a piece of his flesh tore away under the impact of the bullet. He fell hard to the floor, his body twitching violently as blood began to pool beneath him.The sudden shock broke the spell. I scrambled backward on my hands and knees, my breath coming in short, ragged gasps. My boots

EMMA. I returned from the hospital with a heavy heart, wondering what had caused Sophia to collapse so suddenly. One moment she was perfectly fine, and the next, she was bedridden.When I stepped into our grand living room, the entire house was completely quiet, too quiet. My breath caught in my throat.Richard was waiting for me.He was seated on the leather sofa, his legs spread wide in a posture of pure, undisputed power. His arms rested along the back of the couch, radiating a dark, suffocating aura that made the very air feel thin. Richard was a normal wolf, an ordinary beast with no special title, but the sheer cruelty bleeding from him was maddening. If I hadn't seen him shift with my own eyes over the years, I would have assumed he was an abominable wolf like me. But he wasn’t. Abominable wolves cannot shift.My knees instantly went weak. The trauma of my childhood rushed to the surface, and before he could even utter a word, I dropped to the cold floor. I was terrified that

HERTH. I woke up to an empty bed and a cold room. I rolled over, my arm instinctively reaching out for the soft, vanilla-scented heat that had been anchored against my chest all night. My fingers met nothing but flat, wrinkled sheets. I snapped my eyes open, sitting up instantly. The pale morning light filled the bedroom, highlighting the complete absence of her. She was gone.I stood up, wrapping a dark sheet around my waist as I strode out into the hallway and down toward my private study. Her clothes were missing. She had left in the middle of the night, sneaking out like a thief after we had shared something so intense, so consuming, I could still feel the phantom warmth of her tight core pulsing against my skin.I rubbed my face in frustration, a growl building in my throat. I was deeply confused. Why was she constantly on and off with me? One minute she was running into my arms, begging me to hold her, opening her body to me with a desperate, wild hunger that drove my wolf ins