SOLD TO THE WEREWOLF KING のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

The witch’s enchantment did not feel like sleep. It felt like drowning in warm, dark honey. My thoughts thickened, my limbs turned to stone, and a seductive whisper coiled through my mind, promising that surrender was peace, that struggle was pain. Across the room, I saw Kaelen on one knee, his mighty frame trembling not with weakness, but with the Herculean effort of resisting the pull of oblivion. His wolf was fighting, but magic was a foe it could not rip apart with fangs.Through the syrupy darkness of the spell, the bond between us strained, a thin, quivering silver line stretched to its breaking point. I could feel his rage, his fear—not for himself, but for me. That fear was the only spark left in the gathering dark. I clung to it.I couldn’t fight the magic. I was a novice with power I didn’t understand. But I knew him. I knew his pain.With the last shred of my will, I didn’t push energy down the bond. I pushed a memory. Not a gentle one. I sharpened the ghost of the resonato

The hours between Vorian’s message and the creeping grey of dawn were a special kind of torture. Time didn’t flow; it congealed. Every tick of the clock was the echo of a heartbeat, Lillian’s heartbeat, counting down in a rhythm I couldn’t hear. The penthouse, usually a cage of cold luxury, felt like a tomb we were preparing to leave.Kaelen was a whirlwind of silent, precise activity. He dressed in dark, tactical clothing that blended into shadow, each weapon he checked and secreted on his person a promise of violence. He communicated with Marcus and the pack through a secure earpiece, his voice a low, constant murmur of strategy and contingency. They would be our shadows, encircling the granary, ready to move on the secondary objective: find Lillian’s actual location the moment the chaos began.My own preparation was internal. I stood before the mirror, not looking at the cursed sigil, but at my own eyes. I had to bury Elara, the terrified sister, the overwhelmed Weaver. I had to be

The SUV’s explosive entrance froze the world for a single, suspended heartbeat. Dust and debris hung in the spear-shafts of dawn light like static in a shattered snow globe. Marcus, his face a mask of wolfish ferocity behind the windshield, gunned the engine, the tires screaming against the concrete as he aimed the grille toward the vortex of shadow and silver that hovered before my sister.That heartbeat of shock was all the opening Kaelen needed.He didn’t shout a command. He moved. One hand locked around my wrist, yanking me from my stunned paralysis toward the skewed opening of the mangled doorway. The other hand gestured sharply at Marcus—a slicing motion across his own throat. Abort the charge.Marcus, with preternatural reflexes, slammed the brakes and threw the vehicle into a shuddering, sideways slide, blocking the path between us and Morvana like a makeshift barricade of steel and roaring engine.The vortex pulsed, its whispery scream rising in pitch. Morvana, her connection

Chapter 27Chaos from the canyon mouth washed over us, a distant tide of violence that made the oppressive silence of the cavern feel even more profound. Shouts, snarls, the unmistakable thwump of a suppressor, and then a pained howl that was cut brutally short. Vorian wasn’t just sealing our exit. He was slaughtering our rearguard.Marcus snarled, turning toward the tunnel, his weapon raised. “Alpha—”“Hold!” Kaelen’s command was a whip-crack, though his own gaze was torn between the threat behind us and the greater one before us. The Morvana-echo watched us with detached amusement, a sculptor observing ants scurry around her masterpiece. The sounds of the fight were a problem for mortals. We were in the belly of the beast, and the beast was offering a deal.Mom’s locket. Lillian’s strained voice echoed in my head, a lifeline in the psychic storm. I had no idea what it meant. Our mother owned no jewelry of value, only a simple silver locket she’d worn every day, lost with her in the

Silence. That was the worst of it. The bond was a cavern inside me, vast and echoingly empty. Kaelen’s fierce presence, which had been a constant storm at the edge of my awareness since the day we met, was just… gone. Not severed, but smothered. The void it left was a physical nausea, a sucking wound in my spirit. I clutched the real, trembling Lillian to me, my anchor in a reality that was tearing itself apart.Before me, wearing Lillian’s stolen face, the Morvana-echo smiled. It was a masterpiece of cruel mimicry—every freckle, every curve of her lips was perfect, but the light behind the eyes was a guttering, ancient star of malice. It held out a hand, and the gesture was so like my sister’s it made my heart crack.“Do you see the elegance?” it mused, its dual-toned voice filling the cold lighthouse chamber. “The Defiler thought to use me. The Alpha thought to fight me. But you… you have delivered me the perfect vessel. A twin soul, already so beloved, already woven into the fabric