Marked By The Cursed Alpha Prince のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

Layla The wind came in sideways rattling the peach leaves above me. They shuddered like nervous fingers. I reached out and brushed one low-hanging branch, my skin catching on something sticky. Its sap wasthick and amber, clinging stubbornly to the stem. Ants swarmed it. An entire black river of them moved with ruthless purpose. One ant—larger than the others—lay lifeless on its back, legs curled inward. The living carried it together, dragging the body downward toward the roots, toward the earth that would reclaim it. No ceremony. No grief. Only duty. I wonder if humans could be like this. “What are you staring at so intensely, Layla?” Rosie’s voice cut through the quiet. When it was just us, she never bothered with titles. I appreciated that more than she knew. “Nothing,” I said, withdrawing my hand. “I’m waiting for Ser Gregor.” She stepped beside me, folding her arms. “You’re really taking Princess Arielle’s offer seriously? A healer she recommended?” Her tone sharpened.

Layla The words Prince Lucian is awake struck me harder than any arrow ever could.For a moment, I simply stood there, staring at Pierce as if my mind had forgotten how to move, how to breathe, how to exist in a world where Lucian was no longer slipping away from me, and then my feet carried me forward on their own, my palms cold, my heart beating so loudly that it drowned out every other sound in the corridor.I pushed past Ser Lewis, who stepped aside at once, and into the chamber where the air smelled of bitter herbs and blood.Lucian lay against the pillows, so pale and wounded but he was very much alive and watching me.“You look,” he said hoarsely, his lips curving despite the pain, “like you are about to scold someone to death.”My breath caught.I crossed the room in three quick steps and stopped myself only at the edge of his bed.“You almost died,” I said, my voice trembling despite my effort to keep it stable. “You almost left me alone after our wedding day. Do you have an

Meanwhile, on the King’s side of the palace, the atmosphere was heavy and tense, as if the stone walls themselves were holding their breath.King Vance was recovering slowly, his condition far better than it had been in the days following the attack, but his strength had not fully returned. The attempt on his life had taken place inside his own palace. It was an act of open treachery that still unsettled him deeply. His guards had reacted quickly enough to prevent a fatal outcome, but the shock of the attack, combined with his age, had caused him to fall hard against the marble floor, which left his body bruised and aching. The Queen had summoned every skilled healer in the kingdom, and for days, the best medicines and tonics had been poured into him.Now that his body had begun to recover, it was his mind that suffered most.“The outcome of the battle is a disgrace,” the King said hoarsely, pressing his fingers to his temples as though he could ease his anger by force. “Our soldiers

Layla“You have no idea how long I have dreamt of this moment,” he murmured, his eyes locking onto mine with a primal intensity burning in their depths.“Tell me,” I pleaded, needing to hear his desire.Then, his lips came to claim mine. It was a kiss that was both demanding and tender. I wanted to tell him that he was injured and that he should be careful, but Lucian was past listening. He kissed me senselessly with a a deep and consuming exploration that stole my ability to breathe or think. His hands roamed my back, pulling me impossibly closer. He broke the kiss only to trail fire down my jaw, kissing the delicate skin of my neck. My collarbone. I gasped, unable to breathe. A soft involuntary moan escaping my lips. My hands went to his thick hair, grabbing the strands as he sucked on my collarbone. I could tell from the little burning sensation that he was leaving marks on my skin. The buttons were undone one by one, a delicious, drawn-out torment.“This dress…” he whispered, hi

LucianThe next morning, the sun hadn't quite pushed through the curtains when I felt a strange movement in my sleep. It was a slow, spongy, and very soft pressure creeping up my chest. For a split second, my instincts flared. If it had been anyone else, my eyes would have snapped open, and I would have had them pinned down instantly. But then, my wolf side gave a happy, rumbling purr. It was her. The feeling of immediate danger melted away, replaced by a warm and sleepy relaxation.She climbed onto me while straddling my hips. At this movement when her core brushed with mine, I instantly hardened. It was a painful demanding throb that came alive in the early morning every day. Then, a soft hand found its way to my arousal, and then slowly and gently she began massaging my cock.A low moan escaped my throat.I was instantly hot and rigid, but her hands were pure magic. All too soon, the touch stopped. Before I could even protest or open my eyes to see what she was doing, I felt a war