The Lycan King's Captive のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

Chapter 12: my chambers now!!Elena pov"Very well," he said coldly, whatever I thought I saw, vanishing immediately. "Let the demonstration proceed."The crowd erupted in excited murmurs. Ronan, my supposed sparing partner, stepped into the ring, rolling his massive shoulders. He looked at me the way a wolf looks at a rabbit.I forced my feet to move. Forced myself to step into that circle of white stones. My hands were shaking so badly I had to clench them into fists.Someone handed me a sword. It was heavier than I expected, the weight all wrong in my grip. I had no idea how to hold it. No idea how to stand with it so that I don't impale myself with it.Ronan circled me slowly. "Do not worry, little queen," he said loud enough for everyone to hear. "I will try not to hurt you too badly."Laughter rippled through the crowd.My face burned. I could already picture the future of myself, before the fight even began.Kieran raised his hand. The yard went silent. "Begin."Ronan moved so

Chapter 14: difficult choices“what?”"But maybe you are not what I thought either." He completed, not looking at me for once. He stepped away, going back to where he was standing when I came in.The pup climbed into my arms, his fluffy body pressing against mine. I held him, feeling his soft calm heartbeat against my palm Something inside me ached at the simple trust he showed.When has anyone trusted me like this?“Come and sit” His voice brought me back to reality. I sprang up, almost dropping the innocent pup in the process. I looked at the bed, it was the only place that I could sit down, in his big, but surprisingly scarce room.“I don't bite,” he said, when I hesitated.Hell yes you do, but I didn't say it aloud. I dragged my unwilling body to seat on the bed he was pointing at."Tell me about your family," Kieran said. "Your real family. Not the diplomatic answers. I want the truth.""Huh?” the words escaped my mouth.“You heard me, now talk”I sat stiffly on the edge of his

Chapter 16: the lunchElena's POVEverything was going so well, the invite into his room. I once thought it would be bad, but surprisingly it was not as I had imagined. Until shadow, the little pup took a liking for me. The lie I have learned to believe had tumbled out of my mouth, smooth and surely like I was reciting the news. Until the kiss…It shattered the flicker of serenity between us. I ran to my room, until I reached my chambers and locked the door behind me. My body was shaking,but I didn't know if it was from the kiss or the fear of almost being caught red handed.How could I be so careless?I had allowed myself to play his games, and now I was the one about to get burned.Now seated on the floor, inside my chamber that never looked emptier than before, I didn't know what my fate would be now. He knew. Kieran knew what I was.I slid down to the floor, my knees pulled to my chest. The truth was out and I had no idea what would happen next. Would he send me back in disgra

Elena pov"Yes," Morgana continued, her eyes gleaming. "I remember it clearly because she made quite an impression. Those cold blue eyes of hers… like chips of ice. And her voice! Deep and commanding, like winter itself. She gave a speech about combat tactics that had everyone enthralled."The room went silent. Every woman was now staring at me.My eyes were blue, yes… thanks to the drops I had been using. But my voice had never been deep or commanding. It was soft, almost gentle. Nothing like the woman Morgana was describing."I..." My mouth went dry. "I do not remember that gathering very well. I was... recovering from an injury at the time. Perhaps the pain medication affected my memory."It was a weak excuse, but then that was all I got.Catherine smiled, She reached for one of the wine bottles and poured a generous amount into a crystal glass."Here," she said, sliding it toward me. "You look pale, dear. Have some wine. It will help you relax."I stared at the glass like it was p

Chapter 20: emergency messageElena povKieran stood in the doorway.He was still dressed for travel, his dark cloak dust-covered, his boots mud-splattered. He looked exhausted, deep shadows under his eyes, his jaw tight with tension. But those silver eyes were sharp as ever, fixed on me with an intensity that made my breath catch."Your Majesty." I scrambled to my feet, suddenly very aware that I was wearing only a nightgown and shawl, my hair loose and wild around my shoulders. "I... I did not know you had returned. I thought...""I was not supposed to return until next week." He stepped into the library, closing the door behind him with a soft click that rebounded deep in my soul. "Plans changed."He moved closer, and I fought the urge to back away. Not from fear, though perhaps I should be afraid, but from something else.His eyes dropped to the book on the floor between us. He bent to retrieve it, his movements fluid despite his obvious exhaustion. When he straightened, he studie