My Second Chance Mate is a Barbarian 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 561 - 챕터 570

SeraI poured myself a cup from the jug on the table and took a sip. I didn't offer her one. Elara stood there, silent, her hands gripping the edge of her cloak. I swallowed and set the cup down, watching her.I smiled and leaned forward, resting my elbows on the table.Her lips tightened, and she took a breath. "I...""The guest wing isn't far from here," I said, almost apologetically. "I don't think there's a wolf on this floor who didn't hear you and your husband tonight. And one of our warriors has been following you since the moment you walked out on him."I tilted my head, as if the thought had only just occurred to me. "You know, the two of you can't even come apart quietly. The whole keep has had a front-row seat since you rode in." I picked up my cup again. "I keep trying to decide whether it's stupidity or just how you both are." A sip. "I suppose it doesn't matter. The result's the same."There was a beat of silence. Elara's hands flexed on her cloak. Her breath caught."It

LyraBut I didn't leave. I paced the cramped sitting room, once, twice, then sank into the one chair and ran my hands through my hair.Behind the bedroom door, the noises had stopped.A moment later the door opened and Mother came out, clutching a crumpled sheet around her. "Lyra, please, just listen, I..."I didn't answer. The sight of her, red-faced and wild-eyed, her hair all over the place, was more pitiful than anything else. I didn't have the energy to be angry.She kept talking anyway, faster and faster. "Sweetheart, you didn't... I'm so sorry, you should never have seen that. I didn't know you'd come here. Nobody comes here anymore, I thought... Lyra, please, look at me. It's not what it looks like."I cut her off. "It's not what it looks like? You mean weren't taking a monster cock from a giant?"Her mouth opened. Nothing came out. She clutched the sheet tighter, and in the end all she could manage was a mutter. "I'm sorry."I shook my head. "No, you're not.""I am. Lyra, I a

SeraElara gaped at me, shaking. "Where... where do you expect me to sleep? I can't go back to..." She bit off the words, her eyes darting to Amara sprawled motionless on the furs. "I can't go back."I raised my eyebrows, slowly uncoiling to my feet. "That's not my problem."She stared at me, her chest heaving, then turned on her heel and plunged out the door.I stepped into the corridor to watch her. The lone torch cast deep shadows, making the walls loom. Elara turned away from the stairs and headed down the long hallway toward the far end of the keep.The hulking warrior who had been her shadow all evening pushed off the wall and followed behind her.I turned to the warrior at my door. "She's gone. Why don't you go eat? You've had to stand there all night."There was a pause, then a low mutter. "It's my post. I can't leave it."I glanced back into the room, at the hearth. "I have Amara. And I've had enough of your ears for one night." I looked at him. "Go."He hesitated, then shrug

Kane"Where's my wife?"The tall man paused in the corridor, boots scraping on stone, as he turned to face me, irritated. "Why ask me?""I'm asking you.""I don't know, and frankly, not my problem." He walked on. He had broad shoulders, thick bear hide worn at the elbows, dark hair in an iron-shot braid, and heavy boots that rang on the stone.I stood there, stomach roiling. He didn't care. None of them cared. If she'd run in the night, no one would tell me. I fought a retch and went back into my room.I shuffled to the hearth, now nothing but a heap of cold black ash. The furs were rumpled on the bed, her side smooth. An empty hook hung by the door, her cloak gone. Elara's flowery scent still clung to the fur.I crossed the room, shouldered the door open, and walked out. The corridor stretched before me. I sniffed the air. Her scent was there, faint and thin. But it was all over the place. I got a few paces, then lost it.She ran.She'd tried this once before, on the road. This time

KaneI stepped from the threshold into the yard, boots crunching on packed snow. Frigid air bit at my skin. Men saddled horses in the open snow, gearing up to head out.The horses snorted and pawed, breath steaming in the cold air. At seventeen hands, they towered over me, their thick black winter coats and heavy iron-shod hooves built for the northern cold and war.Horses back home were small, none coming close to the size of these. Saddles creaked on their massive backs. The acrid smell of sweat and dung hung sharp over the yard, overpowering the clean scent of snow.At the gate, two guards stood, staring at me as I approached. My eyes slid over them.I spotted Vidar by his horse and made my way over. "Vidar."He turned, smiling. He stood over six feet tall, wrapped in a thick riding cloak, his bearded face ruddy.I clenched my jaw and swallowed. The big man at his side watched me."Vidar, you've got a good crew here. They might...""It's Alpha Sarn," the big man cut in, "not Vidar,