MOON MARKED BY THE LYCAN KING のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 9

SKYE'S POVThe tray crashed from my hands.I stepped into the room, my mouth open in shock as I saw ripped pieces of very beautiful bridal gown I delivered to her room last evening, flying around.I looked up and watched her sobbing and ripping the rest apart with a fury I had never seen in her before. White fabric pooled at her feet and she stood there breathing hard with her chest heaving and her eyes wild."Medora stop," I said. I reached out to touch her, my voice weak because I knew that she would not listen to me.She turned to me and her face crumpled. My hands were wide open as she collapsed into my arms, sobbing. I wrapped my arms around her, petting her as her body shook. I didn't care that her tears were ruining the only blouse I had. She was taller than me, and heavier so I could not hold up her weight anymore, we both sank to the floor."I can't do this Skye," she choked out between sobs. "I can't marry him. They say he kills people for fun. They say his kingdom is built

SKYE'S POVThe pain intensified until I thought I might pass out. I grabbed onto the doorframe to keep myself upright and made a choking sound before I could help myself.They froze. Rhory's head snapped toward me and his eyes went wide. Medora sat up, clutching the sheet to her chest and her face was flushed."Skye?" she said. "What are you doing? You can't just walk in here without knocking."I could not speak. The lavender scent was everywhere choking me and Astrid, my wolf was screaming in my head. Tears were streaming from my eyes and I had to bite my lips to stop myself from outwardly screaming.Rhory climbed off the bed and pulled on his pants. He would not look at me. He kept his eyes on the floor as he moved and I realized he knew. He knew the moment I walked in. He’d felt the bond snap into place just like I had."Say something," Medora demanded. She was angry now. "You're my best friend Skye but I'm still the Alpha's daughter. You can't just barge into my room. You need to

SKYE'S POVI did not realize how small the world could become until I was trapped inside a car with the Lycan King.The leather seat beneath me felt too soft, too expensive. The windows were tinted dark enough that the outside world looked distant and unreal. Eryx sat beside me, one arm resting against the door, his broad shoulders filling the space so completely that I could feel his presence even when he wasn't touching me.I kept my hands folded tightly in my lap and stared out the window. The Silvercrest Pack territory was disappearing behind us. The familiar pine trees, the dirt roads, the cluster of houses where I had spent my entire life—everything was fading into the distance.I should have felt relieved.Rhory was there. Medora was there. Luna Naila was there. The place held more painful memories than happy ones.But as the trees blurred past, grief settled heavily in my chest.That had been my home.No matter how badly I had been treated, it was the only home I had ever know

SKYE'S POVNighthaven wasn’t just a fortress; it was a scar on the world.As our convoy crested the final, punishing switchback of the mountain pass, the structure finally revealed itself against the bruised purple of the late-afternoon sky. It was an obsidian monolith, jagged and brutal, carved with a ruthless precision that defied the natural chaos of the peaks. There were no manicured gardens, no gentle slopes, no soft, welcoming edges. There was only raw, absolute power, hammered into the very throat of the mountain.The gates were massive—two towering slabs of iron and dark, reinforced steel that looked like they had been forged in the fires of hell itself. As we approached, they didn't just open; they groaned, a deep, resonant sound of tortured metal that vibrated through the floorboards of the car and rattled in my chest.In the backseat, the air felt thin, recycled, and suffocating. My fingers were locked together in my lap, the knuckles strained and white, a physical manifest

SKYE'S POV The aftermath of my retort to Elder Thorne hung in the air like ozone before a catastrophic lightning strike. The silence in the dining hall wasn't just a lack of sound; it was a physical weight, a pressurized vacuum that seemed to suck the oxygen right out of the room. I could feel the gazes of a dozen noble families prickling against my skin like needles. They were weighing my worth, calculating my pedigree, and searching for the cracks in my armor. I was a servant, an orphan, an outsider—and I had just dared to speak to an Elder as if we were equals. Beside me, Eryx remained a calm, immovable mountain. He didn't rush to defend me, nor did he reprimand me. He simply picked up his wine glass, his movements fluid and leisurely, as if I hadn’t just openly challenged the second most powerful man in the kingdom. The indifference of his posture was a weapon in itself. "An interesting perspective, Skye," Thorne finally rasped. His voice was like dry leaves skittering over pav