Bound by Blood and Hatred のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 131 - チャプター 140

Lucian’s POVShe tried to wrench herself free, her voice sharp and venomous. "I don’t need his protection. Or yours. So you just go and fuck yourself."Damn! Just the mention of Kael was enough to anger her. Poor blackwolf.Her words did not anger me. Instead, I kept her firmly in place, my arm still around her waist.She glared at me with fire in her eyes. "Let me go, you jerk.""Alright," I murmured, then leaned in to steal a quick peck on her lips before retreating my hand and freeing her.She froze, stunned. Her eyes widened, lips parted. For a moment, she looked almost lost to the shock of it."Want another before you leave?" I asked with amusement.But the surprise quickly gave way to fury. She shoved me back with what little strength she could muster. I let her push me away."Bastard!" she spat, storming off the bed."Wait—you’re not allowed to take the stairs," I warned, moving after her. But she ignored me, already heading for the door.Before she could place even one foot do

Roman’s POV"I promised that these will be your pets, and see, they are yours," I continued, my voice soft and full of assurance. "And now it’s time to fulfill another promise."Convincing her to do what we wanted wasn’t the only goal I had.By doing this, I wanted to assure her that I would always fulfill her wishes and keep my word. I wanted to teach her to trust, which she had lost long ago.I wanted to tell her that the entire world might break her trust, her heart, but I wouldn’t. I wanted her to trust me, my words. I wanted her to trust in us."Want to come with me?" I asked, to break her out of her shock.She nodded lightly, still unable to accept it entirely.She was like a child who needed to learn emotions from the start, and I was ready to teach her.I offered her a smile and said, "Then we need to get ready." I observed her face and dress. It wasn’t bad at all in my eyes, but I wanted to do what we had planned for her. "You need to dress up nicely and look good to see your

Roman’s POVBy evening, everything had been arranged in the garden before the side house. Strings of lights hung from the trees and the eaves, glowing softly, casting warmth across the garden. The place carried the charm of a true home, cozy and welcoming, reminiscent of those past celebrations we once shared at Lucian and Jason’s estate.The sight stirred something deep in me, pulling me back to those happier days. I had never known a family of my own, but in their home I had found the closest thing to it. Jennifer had always been kind, her presence warm and inviting. For a moment, the memory of her smile returned to me, bittersweet.The barbecue was set outside, a bonfire blazing at the center, giving the night the spirit of a campfire gathering. A dining table had been laid nearby, draped with a fine cloth, set with flowers and polished crockery, everything arranged with quiet elegance.All of us were busy with something. Jason had insisted he would handle the cooking alone, yet we

Lucian’s POV"You were busy cooking this?" I asked, disbelief flickering across his face.Jason only gave a low hum, making no display of pride, as if he had not just created something remarkable. Calmly, he portioned the food into six dishes and handed them around, one by one.But one dish he carried with his own hands, setting it directly before Eira. "This is for you."We all watched in silence. So this was his gift—something far more meaningful than any trinket. A dish she loved dearly, one she had once hoped to learn from our mother, Jennifer. It was the meal our mother always prepared on the day after the Moon Festival. Yet Jason had chosen to make it tonight. Perhaps he had struggled to decide what gift she might accept from him, but this—this was priceless.It showed his sincerity as it wasn’t the easy thing to make.Still, one question lingered in my mind. When had Jason learned to cook it? I had never once seen him learning from our mother.Jason returned to his seat, and a

Eira’s POVRoman left thinking I had fallen asleep, but I hadn’t. I was waiting for him to fall asleep or leave.Just as he left and the room grew quiet, I turned toward the bedside table, my eyes finding the photo frame."Alice..." My voice trembled as the tears already gathered in my eyes. "How much I want to come to you—but I can’t."My fingers brushed over the glass, lingering on her face."Lucian says it wasn’t my fault, but how can I forget? It was my hand that pulled the trigger. I was the one who shot you. No matter what they tell me, that truth will never leave me. I just want to come to you. I’m so tired, Alice. Truly tired. I don’t know what else to do anymore. There’s nothing left inside me. All I have is hate and bitterness, and I fear it will consume your brothers—the very men you loved so dearly. I hate them, Alice, I hate them so much... but I don’t wish them harm, because it would hurt you."I pressed my fingers against the frame, as though the touch could bridge the