His rejected curvy secret のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

Faye’s POV I lay on the cold stone floor, with my wrists burning from the ropes that dug into my skin. Every move I made sent a wave of pain through my body. My wound, the one I thought had healed, was bleeding again, a dark stain spreading across my clothes. My body was weak, exhausted from the constant struggle to free myself, but the ropes held firm. Thorn had made sure of that. The cave was dark, save for the faint glow of a dying fire. Shadows danced on the walls as the flames flickered, casting a haunting light on my surroundings. My mind, clouded by fear, drifted between the present and memories of better times. Times when I had felt powerful, strong. But now, all I had left was a body that was human, broken, and vulnerable. Thorn paced in front of me, his steps were measured and deliberate. His eyes glinted with malicious satisfaction, watching me suffer. "You know, Faye," he said, his voice low and taunting, "you should have learned by now. You should have known better tha

Jacob’s POV I rode through the quiet woods under the cloak of night, with the cold air biting against my skin, and my heart hammering in my chest. Every muscle in my body was tense, and my mind was a storm of thoughts, none of them good. Kade was tied up back at camp, his confession spilling like poison. Betrayal. The man I had trusted, the guard who had sworn loyalty to me, had sold Faye out to Thorn. The realization hit me like a sucker punch to the gut. I could still feel the rage simmering beneath the surface as I thought of him—of Kade—sitting in the cell, too scared to face the consequences of his actions. But now, I had to focus. I had to stay sharp. The plan was simple—get to the old oak, confront Thorn, and bring Faye home. I knew it wasn’t going to be easy. Thorn had played me, used Kade to gain an advantage. But I wasn’t going to let him win. Not this time. I kept my eyes on the path ahead, the moonlight filtering through the trees, casting eerie shadows on the ground. M

Jacob’s POV The world around me felt as if it were crumbling. Faye's breath was shallow, barely audible, and each rasp of air sent a painful jolt through my chest. My hand was pressed firmly against her wound, trying in vain to stop the blood from soaking through. Her skin, once warm and vibrant, was now cold and pale. And all I could do was hold her, helpless. I couldn't hear the bond anymore—couldn’t feel her like I used to. My heart pounded in my chest, and fear gripped me, tightening my throat. “Please,” I whispered, my voice breaking, “stay with me, Faye. I need you. We need you.” I could feel her slipping away, and with every labored breath, it felt like my world was crumbling. Her voice, weak as it was, barely reached me. “Save her... save our baby.” The words hit me like a blow, a sudden jolt of clarity. She wasn’t just asking me to save her. She was begging me to save our daughter, our little girl. Thorn, still standing but wounded, took in the scene with a sickening sat

Faye’s POV I woke with a start, the sharp sting of pain shooting through my side. My body felt like it was made of stone, and for a moment, I couldn't remember where I was. Slowly, the world came back into focus—the dim light of the fire flickering nearby, the muffled sounds of voices in the distance, the soft rustling of the wind through the trees. Jacob. I could feel him even though I couldn't see him. His presence was there, looming over me like a constant weight. The bond between us was faint, but it was still there. Faint, but strong enough that I could feel the ripple of his pain, the crack in his heart. I didn't need to see him to know the depths of his guilt. It was all too clear in my mind. I could feel the pressure in my chest, the crushing weight of what had happened—the baby was gone. The very thought of it hit me like a wave, drowning me in helplessness. Our daughter, taken from us. I tried to sit up, but the world tilted around me. My body protested. The wound in my

Jacob’s POV The forest felt tighter the deeper we rode into it. Branches brushed against my shoulders, and the air was thick with the smell of damp earth and crushed leaves. Every sound made me tense. Every shadow looked like a threat. Faye sat in front of me on the horse because she no longer had the strength to ride alone. Her body leaned back against my chest, light and fragile in a way that made fear crawl up my spine. Her breathing was shallow. Too shallow. I tightened my arm around her waist to keep her steady. “Stay with me,” I murmured close to her ear. “Talk to me.” “I’m here,” she whispered, but her voice barely carried over the sound of hooves striking the ground. Every second felt stolen. The baby was somewhere out there in Thorn’s hands. The thought made my jaw tighten until it hurt. I should have seen it sooner. I should have known there was another spy. Thorn had known too much. He had moved too easily. And I had been blind. I pressed my forehead briefly against