Mated To The Cursed Lycan King のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

BryanThe void left by Leora's bond was an unrelenting pain. I felt a sharp ache in my chest every time I tried to breathe, and dread washed over me.Brennan wouldn't welcome me. If anything, he'd immediately slam the door in my face upon seeing me. If he did see me, it could spark a war I had no desire to start.A female swung the door open, and a wave of calming energy rushed toward me, pressing against my senses. Despite the soothing energy, nothing could quell the chaos raging within me.My lycan tore through every barrier I had built, every wall I had painstakingly erected, throwing himself forward at every opportunity since Leora had vanished through that doorway. He refused to accept what had happened—refused to let go, no matter how much I fought against him."King Bryan," the female squeaked before bowing her head. "A pleasure to see you. How can I help?" The female wouldn't look up at me. I couldn't blame her."Has Leora Blackthorne returned here?" My voice was layered with

LeoraI tasted suffering.The woods punished me. Every fiber in my muscles burned with intense, throbbing pain. The forest was more relentless than I could have ever expected. Even in lycan form, the hills tested my endurance. My legs felt like unsteady jelly beneath me. It was brutal, but I pushed through.The environment changed immediately when I crossed into rogue territory. The land bore the scars of neglect. The grass was wild and unkempt, and the roads were worn down by years of use with no upkeep. This place belonged to those who had long abandoned the luxuries of order. That much was clear.Cartographers did not bother to map this land. With no clear direction, it would be a challenge to find a place to settle for the night.Despite my uncertainty, something in my bones told me this was exactly where I needed to be. The chaos and the untamed wilderness felt right to me. This was my moment to find my next move.I trotted along the path through the wild forest, the sky a mix of

Leora.I stepped into the living area and felt my nerves twisting in my gut.Here goes nothing, I guess.Nathaniel emerged from the left bedroom with an uneasy smile. Commanding in presence, he was easily six feet tall with the unmistakable bulk of a lycan. The fine lines near his eyes betrayed his age, revealing years beyond youthful energy. Dominance rolled off him in waves.His brown hair was neatly cut shorter on the sides but longer on top. The faint waves of his hair softened an otherwise imposing figure. The smile on his lips grew as his deep brown eyes swept over me."Evening, Leora. I'm Nathaniel. Welcome to our humble abode." Nathaniel's voice was soft, but there was a power behind his words that he kept hidden.I tilted my head to the side in submission, exposing my neck to him. It was a gesture I should have offered Charlotte, but the instinct was stronger with Nathaniel. The undeniable presence pressed heavily on me and my instincts.Leadership radiated from his very bein

BryanThe map of the kingdom stretched across the wall of my office, black Xs marking every neighboring pack where we had already searched and found no trace of Leora. With the kingdom pack at the heart of the land, the sheer number of territories beyond an hour's reach made sorting through them an overwhelming task. Distance wasn't the only obstacle—I could no longer stray far without my grip on Shawn slipping. It was my pack's unwavering presence, their connection through the bonds, that kept me grounded.Whenever I strayed from the pack for too long, the ache in my chest intensified, a constant, punishing reminder of what was missing. Shawn's rage, festering in the absence of his mate, turned volatile—hurling himself against the walls of my mind, demanding release. Without the stabilizing presence of my pack, suppressing him became a battle I was slowly losing. Their steadfast support and reassurances that we would find our queen and bring her home kept him from unraveling entirely

LeoraPregnancy wasn't an easy task at all.Morning sickness latched onto me with relentless cruelty, refusing to loosen its grip for two weeks. I knew this was normal, that it was just another milestone in pregnancy, but that didn't make it any easier. Three times a day, my body betrayed me, rejecting everything I tried to keep down. Each episode of morning sickness was violent, leaving me shaken and exhausted, and despite its startling repetition, I still hadn't learned how to bear it."If you lose any more weight, I'm taking you to the clinic, where they will pump you full of food and fluids," Charlotte grumbled, steadying me as she helped me to my feet. Her grip was firm, her resolve even firmer. "You are under my care now, and you aren't dying on my watch."I saw myself in the mirror, and the sight of my ghostly form made my stomach twist. Whatever little weight I had clung to was gone. Even during my time with the Redwood pack, I had never lost weight—if anything, the constant c