Mated To The Lycan King Who Can’t Let Go のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

"You're going too far. Nyx isn't a goddess—she's just a regular person," Evan scolded, sounding way too calm for someone speaking blasphemy. "No she isn't," I growled. My voice actually cracked. Because she wasn't. Nyx wasn't like us. She couldn't be. Nothing that perfect just wandered into my life by accident. Everything in this world had been background noise to me. Then she appeared and suddenly it was like I was breathing for the first time. Living for the first time. Now I couldn't even think straight unless I knew where she was, what she was feeling, how close she was to me. I tracked her scent without trying, memorized every expression. Love wasn't even the word for this. Love was small compared to what I felt. What I felt for Nyx was unconditional and strong. And I liked it. "Fine, she's not regular," Evan sighed, "but you need to chill out. Nyx likes crazy Levi—trust me she does—but one overstep and you'll ruin everything you've pulled off." "Well you're the one who

Two weeks. Two weeks since I'd pushed a whole baby out of my body and somehow lived to tell the tale. I'd never forget that pain. Two long weeks of healing so fast the healers kept blinking at me like I was a medical glitch. Apparently magic water made my healing ability turbo-charged, and less painful and less likely paralyze me, meaning I was back on my feet in hours. And everyone treated me like I was made of glass glued together with water. Levi wouldn't let me lift a damn spoon. Elise hovered like a particularly clingy cloud. Rowan delivered pointless gifts for a few days until he gave up and just started sending gold like I needed to breathe it in. Servants tip-toed like loud noises might break me. I enjoyed the royal treatment for exactly 24 hours. Then boredom hit like a brick to the face. Remus — my tiny silver-haired, dark-eyed little copy — blinked awake in his crib and looked up at me like he already shared my pain. "We're not going to stay in this room," I told him

"They can't be that stupid!" Evan said incredulously. "They are that stupid," I shook my head. "They always have been." Kyle's voice dropped. "The person they tied up is still alive." That was all I needed to know. I sprinted. My body moved before my mind caught up — instincts sharp, blood roaring, my wolf pushing me forward. Dante might've been an idiot, but even he wouldn't burn an innocent person alive... right? Right? Wrong. Apparently my former pack had gone full medieval the moment someone stopped babysitting their collective IQ. The forest broke around me as I reached the tree line — and there it was. Chaos. Raw, screaming, pitchfork-waving chaos. A crowd gathered around a burning stake just like the one they strapped me to the day they decided I wasn't worth oxygen. Rage, saliva, accusations — the same cocktail as before. The smell of smoke, the crackling of fire, the chanting of idiots who weren't held enough as children. Déjà fucking vu. And then— A scream. "PL

Kyle's hands glowed brighter than before. Blinding white light splintered outward like someone had cracked a star open on the table. And then— The world warped around us. We were somewhere else. We weren't in the shabby beta house anymore. We stood in a forest clearing soaked in moonlight. A woman in a pale sage dress moved through wildflowers, humming a lullaby. She looked exactly like Nyx. Same eyes. Same face. Same posture. Same aura. Except softer. Radiant. And heavily pregnant, glowing with joy. Beta Jones— younger, sharper, with fewer wrinkles and more arrogance— walked beside her, holding her arm like he owned her. They looked... happy. My fists curled. My wolf snarled. 'She looks too much like Nyx.' 'Why is he touching her?' 'Why does he smile at her like that?' I nearly ripped the illusion apart out of desperation, but Kyle kept us locked in the vision. The pregnant woman laughed and held her belly and the memory blurred. It was suddenly night time. Rain

Levi hated Kyle. That much was clear. Hated him enough that he banished the poor guy outside to sleep like a stray mutt just because I'd accepted him as my guardian. Pathetic. Now we were standing near the forest edge, drenched in cold mist, Kyle patiently trying to coax magic out of me while Levi glared at him. Two hours. Two hours of nothing. I crossed my arms. "Maybe your teaching sucks." "Your power is tied to emotion, your majesty," Kyle said evenly. "It's currently unstable." "I'm not unstable," I huffed. Levi snorted under his breath. Kyle continued, "If you want control, you must learn to let go. If you can't, we try... alternative methods." He lifted his hand. His palm glowed. And suddenly— Evan and Nelson appeared walking hand-in-hand through some imaginary meadow. Nelson kissed Evan's cheek, Evan turned pink, and the two of them looked like the cheesy ending to a romance drama. "HEY!!!!" Evan's voice ripped through the illusion as he snapped us all out of it.