Banished By The Alpha King:Claimed By The Cursed Lycan Beast のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 161 - チャプター 170

Elara's POV"I said I am fine."Lucian stepped closer. "You are not fine.""Do not." My voice came out sharper than I intended. "Do not look at me like that.""Like what?""Like you are trying to decide whether to run or to devour me."He went still.The fire crackled. Shadows danced across the stone walls. We were alone. The warriors were outside, securing the perimeter. Dana was with Liora. Kylan was scouting the eastern woods.No one else."I am not going to run," Lucian said. "And I am not going to devour you.""Then what are you going to do?"He crossed the space between us and took my hands. His palms were warm. Steady."I am going to hold you," he said. "If you let me."My breath caught.I should have said no. Should have pulled away. Should have put distance between us before my body made decisions my mind would regret. Before I embarrassed myself, stripped and begged him to take me.Instead, I stepped into his arms.His embrace was gentle at first. Careful. His hands rested o

Darius's POV The laboratory was a cathedral of steel and glass. I stood at the center of it, surrounded by screens that glowed with data I could not read, machines that hummed with power I could not feel. The scientists moved around me like ants, white coats, masked faces, gloved hands. They spoke in low voices, pointing at graphs, shaking their heads. "We have hit a wall," Director Valerius said. I turned to face her. "Explain." "Magic alone is not enough. The Orb has restored power to our world, but our weapons still cannot penetrate the Lycan Kingdom's defenses. Their wolves heal faster than our bullets can kill. Their witches throw up barriers we cannot breach." "Then find a way." "We have." She stepped closer, her steel-grey hair pulled back in a tight bun. "Science, not magic. We have been collecting specimens from every creature you helped us capture. Werewolves. Witches. Fae. Shadow reavers. We have their blood, their tissue, their DNA." "And?" "And we have sy

Elara's POV The ride back to the Lycan Kingdom was the longest journey of my life. Not because the road was hard. Not because the Shadow Wilds were treacherous. But because every step of every horse, every beat of every hoof, every breath I took was consumed by him. Lucian rode beside me. His dark hair lifted in the wind. His gold eyes stayed fixed ahead, on the road, on the horizon—anywhere but on me. I knew why. If he looked at me, he would lose control. And if I looked away, I would lose mine. I did not look away. My eyes stayed on him. The curve of his jaw. The width of his shoulders beneath his cloak. The way his hands gripped the reins, knuckles white, muscles taut. He was holding himself together by threads, and I could see every single one of them straining. My wolf approved. She had been restless since the Shadow Wilds. Since the bath. Since his hands had pulled me close and his lips had claimed mine and then he had stopped. She did not understand stopping. She did not

Elara's POV I woke up slowly to warmth. Not the warmth of the fire, though it still crackled in the hearth. Not the warmth of the blankets, though they were soft and heavy against my skin. The warmth of him. Lucian's arm was draped across my waist. His chest pressed against my back. His breath was slow and even, ruffling my hair. I lay still, listening to his heartbeat. The memories were still there. All of them were back—bright and clear, no longer fragments or whispers. My mother's face. My father's laugh. The butterfly. The fire. The banishment. The rogues. The beast. And him. Always him. I turned in his arms to face him. His gold eyes were closed, his dark hair tousled, his lips slightly parted. He looked younger in sleep. Softer. The weight of the curse, the kingdom, the war—none of it touched him here. I reached out and traced my finger along his jaw. His eyes opened. "Elara," he murmured. "I remember everything," I said. "I told you last night." "You did."

Elara's POVLucian held me for a long time before he asked any questions.His arms were warm around my shoulders, my face pressed against his chest. I could hear his heartbeat, steady and strong, and I let it anchor me. The tears had stopped, but my cheeks were still damp, and I knew he could feel them through his shirt."Elara," he said finally. "What happened?"I pulled back just enough to look at him. "The fate sisters came to visit."His eyes widened. "All three?""All three." I wiped my face with the back of my hand. "My mother. My grandmother. And Morganna.""Morganna." He said the name like it was fragile, like it might break. "The one who cursed my bloodline.""Yes."He led me to the bed. We sat on the edge, facing each other, his hands holding mine. The fire crackled. The morning light was soft through the curtains."What did they want?" he asked.I told him. Not everything—some of it was too raw, too sacred, too much for words. But I told him about Morganna's fury and her tea