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 71 - チャプター 80

Mandy went pale. "You need to check properly!" "But I just said I helped treat her," Kyle replied evenly. "I've looked through every single memory she's ever had, and none involve any other men but the king. Her Highness may have had unstable pheromones, but that's normal for half-breeds her age. Her magic will put her hormones off balance. Of course no werewolf healer would know how to properly diagnose that." He tilted his head slightly. "That healers note is inaccurate unless she went to a witch or another half-breed." "B-but that can't be!" Mandy stammered. "I have proof and a witness here—" "Miss, I swear on the moon, the Queen is fine and has never strayed," Kyle said, extending his hand. It began to glow. He wouldn't. But he fucking did. The air in the temple shimmered—and then my memories spilled out like a living mural. Light carved scenes into the space around us: the attic, dust and blood and Levi treated by me; my hands glowing as I healed him and brought him back fr

I caught her before she hit the ground. Nyx went slack in my arms—too slack. Her weight pulled wrong against my chest, like something essential had been cut loose inside her, and the panic hit me so hard it felt like my ribs cracked. What the hell is going on? Why does she feel lifeless?! "LOCK DOWN THE TEMPLE RIGHT AWAY!!! DON'T LET ANYONE LEAVE!!!" Evan snapped, his voice slicing through the chaos as he went straight into work mode, shouting orders to anyone within earshot. Why her and not me? I would’ve gladly been harmed in her place! People started flooding into the hallway, faces pale, whispers exploding like sparks near dry tinder. I didn't see them. All I could see was Nyx—blood at her lips, eyes closed, breathing shallow enough to make my vision blur. "Evan, deal with this," I said sharply, because if I didn't give an order I was going to lose my mind. I didn't know what to do. Was there a healer? A witch? Anyone? "It won't be very effective to run around like a head

Now things were entirely too loud. "...can't live without you," someone was sobbing while holding my hand. "Please wake up." Ugh. Dramatic much. I forced my eyes open a sliver. The world swam—light, shadow, then shape. Slowly it stitched itself together into something recognizable. Levi. Our room. Levi was hunched over the bed, fingers locked around my hand like I might just dissolve if he loosened his grip. His shoulders shook as he cried right over me. "Pipe... down," I wheezed weakly. My throat felt like sandpaper soaked in alcohol was scraping against it. "Stop crying." He froze. His head snapped up so fast I thought he might give himself whiplash. "Baby!" "Quiet," I hissed, summoning what little voice I had left. "How long have I been asleep?" "About two weeks. You... you almost died," he said—and immediately collapsed back into sobbing. Goddess. He looked awful. Truly awful. His hair was a tangled mess, unwashed and sticking out in defiant clumps. Dark circles bruis

"Why do you keep skipping meals after you've recovered?! Is this a new form of protest or something?" Evan snapped as I flipped through Levi's paperwork like it hadn't personally offended him. "What the fuck are you talking about? I'm just busy, that's all," I said, not even looking up. "Then don't skip dinner or else Levi will get on my ass!" he spat. Ah. Trouble in paradise. "Whatever, I'll eat, so calm down. Is that why you're here?" I rolled my eyes. "No. I've got something for you." Evan tossed a purple envelope onto the table. "A letter—don't tell me you're resigning," I said immediately. If he bailed, who the hell was left to mediate everyone's emotional state around her? Was he finally running off with Nelson or something? We don't have a replacement for him! "What?" "Well I guess you do want to hurry up and move on with Nelson as soon as possible. I mean what the fuck is taking you so long to just commit fully to him?" I ranted. "You acted like you'd never do it, but

Levi called this a date, but really it was a luxury train ride dressed up in romance and PR glitter. Cross-continent rails, velvet seats, polished brass—free passage in exchange for letting the railroad plaster Remus's face on a promotional pamphlet later. Fine. If this was a date, then I'd play along. It'd better be the best date of my life. The train itself looked obscene in the way only obscene wealth could manage. A steel serpent stretched across the platform, lacquered black and gold, windows tall and gleaming like unblinking eyes. Inside, everything smelled of fresh wood polish and expensive incense, the kind meant to imply safety while daring you to test it. Levi practically vibrated beside me as we boarded. "It's perfect timing to finally do this," he said. "Evan is on break, the route is secure and they just finished renovations. My dad told me this is a popular place to date." "And I'm here as security," Kyle piped up. "You're here to stand there and be a babysitter i