The Lycan King's Luna Healer のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

Malric’s POV “Robert!” I roared as I barged into the infirmary, Emily cradled in my arms.He rushed over as I laid her on the bed. She clutched my hand weakly. “Please… spare the child,” she whispered.I knew she meant the girl I’d seen with Lucien. If she had caused this harm to my mate, I’d show no mercy.“Shhh… not now,” I said firmly, cutting her off. My gaze snapped to Robert. “Do something, Robert! She's paling!”“please…the child…she’s just…” I clenched my teeth at her stubbornness. Begging for a child while bleeding out? Emily was impossible.“With this wound on her neck, she’s been bitten by a vampire,” Robert said, turning to me. “Lucien…” I ground his name under my breath, fists clenching and unclenching.“She’s losing too much blood,” Robert added. “I’ll need to fetch blood from the blood bank.”“That’ll take too long,” I snapped. “Give her mine…now!”Robert frowned. “My king… that’s not possible. Lycan blood is… dangerous.”“She’s my mate,” I declared, letting the weig

Emily’s POV I stood there, blinking against Sharina’s unyielding cold gaze, my mind struggling to process what she meant.Malric stepped between us, pulling me firmly to his side. “You know the consequences of threatening anything that belongs to me,” he warned, his lycan aura pressing Sharina and me into submission.Sharina’s composure faltered. She bowed her head briefly, then muttered, “I’ll think over what we discussed and give you feedback soon.” With that, she strode away sharply, her heels clashing against the floor.As soon as the door clicked shut, Malric gently turned me to face him, his hands sliding to my waist. He murmured softly, letting his forehead touch mine. “Why did you come to see me… missing me already?”For a moment, I held my breath, watching him shift from terrifying dominance just seconds ago to this softer, yet still commanding, expression.“I…I came to…” I stammered, genuinely forgetting why I had come for a moment before the memory returned. My earlier an

Emily’s POV I couldn’t tell how, but I had been getting bolder with this Lycan here.Sincerely, I never meant to finally become this shameless just like him, but my body kept betraying me. Or was it just me, and my body was innocent? I couldn’t tell anymore. Not when his scent had grown stronger, the heat of sweat clinging to his skin.The musky edge of exertion mixed with his usual pine scent, intoxicating me.My fingers trailed over his damp, sculpted shoulders, and I felt his body tense beneath my touch.That pleased me more than it should have.Slowly, I peeled off his shirt and tossed it aside. His chiseled torso, inked with massive black tattoos, filled my view. My fingers followed the dark lines, tracing the markings and even the faint scars etched between them.He watched me, amusement flickering in his eyes, but he didn’t move.That made me bolder.I pushed him toward the bed. His back hit the mattress, the foam dipping beneath his weight.The shove hadn’t caught him off gua

Emily’s POV“How do you think I wanted it?” I asked quietly, unsure he truly understood.His thumb traced slow, lazy circles along my arm. “To be the one who takes him down yourself.”He did understand. But not fully.Adrian and his parents had always seen my mother and me as weak. Insignificant. Disposable.I didn’t just want revenge. I wanted them at my mercy. I wanted them to feel even a fraction of what they made us endure.“Isn’t that what you want?” he asked softly, breaking through my thoughts.I must have gone quiet too long.I cleared my throat. “You’re right. But if you help me… then how is it mine?”“I won’t fight for you,” he said gently. “You will. You have a lycan as your trainer, remember. I'll give you strategies he’ll never see coming.”I didn’t fully know how he wanted to do that, especially knowing Adrian wasn’t some random wolf. He was a future Alpha heir. It would be impossible for someone like him to accept a duel from me. It would look like abuse of power. And

Malric’s POVMy gaze swept over the packed luggage once before settling on her, my jaw tightened.“What do you think you're doing?”“I'm leaving,” she responded. “I can't stay any longer.”Theodore stepped aside immediately, giving us space.I stepped closer to her, close enough that she had to tilt her head back.“You would discard everything I’ve offered?”Her grip tightened on the purse in her hand. “Power means nothing without love. I want a husband, not a throne.”She lifted her chin. “If you want me, I will not allow you to make her your royal mistress.”“Sharina, you can't talk to the king like that…”“Stay out of this Theodore.” I cut him off, not even removing my gaze from his daughter. “I'll handle it.”A faint scoff escaped me. “Is this your attempt at leverage?” “If that’s what you want to call it,” she replied, her voice steady. "I'm simply choosing what I can tolerate. If I am to be the queen, I will not begin my reign in humiliation.”I studied her, narrowing my eyes s