The Rejected Omega: Lunawolf のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

Seraphina walked up and put her cold hand on my cheek. "You're too smart for your own good, Calhoun." "And you're still a bitch," I replied. "How are you going to stop my father when he gets here tonight? He’s a King of Hell. He will burn this castle to the ground to get what he Wants, he will tear through your soldiers like paper to get Jinx." She began to walk around me in circles, like a shark swimming around its prey. "Your little girlfriend, Jinx? She has Lunar blood in her veins. That is the only thing that can hurt your father. If I kill her and put her blood on a sword, I can kill any demon. Including your father. And including you." My heart dropped into my stomach. Jinx was in terrible danger and I felt a dark, heavy rage building up inside my chest. I would do anything to save her. I would become a monster if it meant she stayed safe. Suddenly, there was a loud knock at the heavy wooden door. A guard ran into the room. He was shaking, and his eyes were wide with fear.

I remember it like it was yesterday, that fateful day over seven centuries ago. That night, the wind howled outside my castle walls. It was a lonely sound, but I liked it. I sat on my throne of black stone. The room was dark and cold but I did not mind the cold. I had lived for a long time, and my heart was as cold as the ice outside. Suddenly, the heavy wooden doors of my hall burst open. A girl ran inside. She was young, blonde and breathing hard. Her dress was torn and covered in mud. She fell to her knees on the cold floor. She was shaking. Her eyes were wide with fear. She looked like a trapped bird. I stood up slowly. I did not say a word. I just looked at her. "Please," she sobbed. "Help me." I did not answer yet. "Please I have heard about you, the villagers, they say you're a god, they say you possess strength that is impossible to rival and would help anyone willing to trade." She pleaded looking back in fear. Then, I heard something else. I heard the sound

Jinx's pov The darkness peeled away slowly, heavy as wool, leaving my head throbbing from Derrick’s "mercy." When I finally opened my eyes, I wasn't in a damp dungeon or a stone hall. Instead, I saw a polished mahogany ceiling. The air didn't smell of sulfur or wolfsbane instead it smelled of cedar, old books, and Derrick. I tried to sit up, my heart racing as the memories of the betrayal and the screams flooded back. Calhoun. Lyra. I had to get back. I looked at the window, it was already sunrise. Shit! how long had I been out? I threw my weight forward, but my wrists snapped back with a violent jolt. A sharp, metallic clink echoed through the silent room. I froze, staring down at my arms. My breath hitched. Heavy iron shackles were bolted around my wrists, connected by a short, sturdy chain to the headboard of the massive bed. I moved my legs, only to find my ankles met the same fate. I was spread eagled, pinned to the silk sheets like a butterfly in a display case. "No

Jade pov For centuries, my world had been the rhythmic thump hiss of a machine and the cold embrace of glass. I didn't know what warmth was until I felt the sun hitting my face through a window I opened my eyes and immediately squinted. The light was blinding. it was the first time in a very long time I had been exposed to sunlight. And then I realized. I wasn't in the tank. I wasn't in the basement. I was lying on something impossibly soft, a bed with silk sheets that felt like water against my skin. I tried to remember how I got here. The last thing I saw was a pair of glowing red eyes and a man’s face that looked like it had been carved out of granite. He had called himself my father. But that was impossible. I didn't have a father, I had a glass cage and a woman who drank my blood through a tube. I sat up too fast. My head spun, and a sharp ache flared in my chest. "Oh! The little mistress is awake! Master will be pleased, yes, very pleased indeed!" I let out a stra

Derrick took a step toward me, his movements slow and deliberate. "I am keeping you alive. You heard what my guard said. Calhoun has lost his mind. He’s tearing people apart like they’re made of paper." "He's like that because of what people did to him!" I shouted, the chains clinking loudly as I moved. "He was tortured, Derrick! And instead of helping him, you lock me in a hut in the middle of nowhere?" Derrick let out a dry, hollow laugh. He knelt in front of me, reaching out to touch my cheek. I flinched away, but he didn't pull back. "You think you can save him?" he whispered. "Look at me, Jinx. I’ve known Calhoun since forever. That darkness in him? It didn't come from a cell. It was always there, waiting for an excuse to come out. If you go to him now, he won't see his mate. He’ll just see more meat for the slaughter." “He’s lying,” Nyx growled in my head, though her voice lacked its usual bite. “But... he’s also right. Calhoun’s scent... it’s changing. It’s getting dark