The Lycan king Forbidden Mate のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 91 - チャプター 100

Sergio's POV Nobles stood beside servants, guards stood beside cooks, and a woman in a fine silk gown was holding a kitchen boy against her chest and stroking his hair. A young lord I had seen sneer at me in the halls was carrying an old servant on his back toward the gate, but I noticed that Doña Clara was not among them yet.Dario did not waste a second. He moved into the crowd and started shouting orders, and his voice cut through the chaos like a blade."Form a line at the gate," Capitán Dario commanded. "Wounded in the center. Anyone who can hold a sword, on the outside. Move! Move!"People obeyed him. They always obeyed him. There was something in his voice that made you want to do what he said.Leandro walked into the middle of the courtyard and let the survivors see him.He did not speak, but he did not need to. He just stood there in the snow with his blood running down his arm and his sword in his hand. His golden eyes were burning, and the sight of him steadied every soul

Sergio's POVThe servant tried to answer, and her mouth moved, but no sound came. Her eyes rolled back, and her hand slipped off my wrist, and her head turned to the side.And for a moment I thought she had died in my hands, and something in me went very quiet, quieter than the room. Then I felt her chest rise, faint and slow, and I let out a breath I had been holding since the shelf fell."No," I said, and I shook her shoulder gently. "No, no, no. Stay with me. Stay with me."I put two fingers to her throat, and there was a pulse there, thin and fast and fading, but it was there. She was still alive. Barely. But alive.Her pulse was a small thing under my fingertips. A bird under cloth. Too fast, too thin, already slipping away.I did not know how long she had, and I did not know if anyone would come.I pulled my hands away from her wound, and I wiped them on my trousers, and I stood up. I picked up the knife. And I looked around the dark room one more time.The library had been my s

Sergio's POV Elara did not soften her words, and she did not look away."And because I want you to hear it from someone who is not trying to get anything from you."She shifted her weight, and the sword shifted with her, and she sucked a sharp breath through her teeth and kept her palms on the door.The sword moved with her, and I saw her face go white, and then steady again."I heard what you did at the river," Elara pressed on, and her eyes never left mine. "The day the boy fell through the ice. The day no one moved. The day a human jumped in after him.""He is a child," I protested, and my hands opened helplessly at my sides. "Anyone would have done it.""No one did it," Elara corrected, and her voice turned fierce even through the blood on her lip.She had one thing left in her, and she was spending it on correcting me."Not the Lycans. Not the nobles. Not the guards. A human did. A human this court calls a whore. A human who was sold to us in chains. And you did it without hesita

Leandro's POV The cold worked its way up from my boots, and I let it, and I did not shift my weight once.The fire on the eastern wall collapsed a section of roof.The crash sent a wave of sparks into the courtyard, and the survivors flinched back together like a single body.Sparks scattered across the courtyard, and the survivors shifted away in a wave, and Dario moved them back into a tighter line using nothing but his voice.Then the gate opened, and the guard came back alone.He was pale, and out of breath, and he held his sword low at his side, and there was blood on his tunic that did not belong to him.He was swaying a little on his feet, and he did not seem to know it, and I did not tell him to sit.He stopped in front of me and bowed his head and did not lift it."Where is he?" I asked."I could not find him, my king," the guard answered, and his voice was thin."I searched the east hall. I searched the north corridor. I searched the west wing. The castle is burning from th

Leandro's POVThe door swung the rest of the way open, and firelight from the corridor cut a long shape across the floor of the small room, and I kept my hand on Sergio's shoulder and did not move.Dario stepped through first, and he was bleeding from his shoulder, and his face said he had not come to tell me good news. The blood had soaked through the dark fabric of his coat and was running in a thin line down the back of his hand.Two royal guards followed him through and fanned out on either side of the doorway without being told to. Their swords were sheathed, and their eyes moved across the small room in the same slow sweep, and neither of them spoke. The shift of armor was the only sound as they settled into place.Dario stopped two steps inside, and he took the room in at once. He looked at Elara on the floor with the sword still through her. He looked at Sergio on the floor with his arms around her, and then he turned to me, kneeling in the blood beside them. He looked at the