The Lycan king Forbidden Mate のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 101 - チャプター 110

Sergio's POVDoña Clara turned to me."Thirty-one people in this hall, my lord," Clara said, and she gestured at the room behind her with a tilt of her chin. "Fourteen of them can hold a weapon. The rest are wounded, children, or too old to stand for more than a few minutes at a time.""I am not a soldier," I told her."You do not have to be," Clara countered, and she stepped closer. She said it with the certainty of a woman who had already decided what I was. "Elara trained you for exactly this. I saw her do it. She was not training you to survive this castle. She was training you to run it."I looked at Leandro, but Leandro did not speak for a moment.Then he looked at me and gave me one small nod."Do it," Leandro said.I turned back to Clara."Bring me a map of the castle," I told her, and I set my shoulders. "And every servant who knows the passages behind the walls."Clara smiled, and it was not a kind smile. It was the smile of a woman who had been waiting for someone to ask."

Sergio's POV The knife went in before I decided to use it, and after that everything happened in a blur. The blur had no edges to it, and it had no time in it, and it swallowed the next minute whole.I was pressed flat against the corridor wall, and the rebel's forearm was across my collarbone, and his breath was in my face. His grip on the front of my shirt had not loosened, and the knife I had put into his side had not made him let go either. The stone behind me was scraping my shoulder blades through my tunic, and my heels scrabbled against the floor without finding it.'He is not even feeling it,' I thought, and my throat closed around the words. 'He is not even feeling it, and I am going to die here.' The thought was small and cold, and it would not go away, and it would not help."You are going to be the first one," the rebel said, and he leaned in close enough that I could smell wine on his breath. He said it quietly, the way a man says a promise he intends to keep. "When they

Leandro's POVI had seen him fight once, in the arena, with rules and a crowd and a king's restraint.This was not that, and the difference was in the blood on the floor.The corridor outside the great hall was narrow and cold, and the two torches in their iron brackets had burned down to nubs that guttered every time a draft pushed in from the broken window at the far end.A rebel's blade had just opened my side, and the blood was running hot down my hip and into my belt line.I could feel the wet edge of the cut under my palm when I pressed my hand there.The man who had cut me was still in front of me.He was young and lean, and he held his sword in a way that told me he had used it before, and he was smiling at me the way a boy smiles when he has just done something he is proud of.Four more stood behind him, and the corridor was too narrow for more than two to come at me at once, so that was the only thing keeping me alive.I counted them the way I counted everything, but the coun

Leandro’s POV Blood was not new to me, but fear was, and I did not recognize it in myself until I heard my own name in Sergio's mouth.The name came from the far end of the hall, and it was the first thing all night that made my chest move faster than the fight did.I was on one knee in the alcove doorway.The silver in my side was working, cold and slow, spreading through my ribs and down into my hip like water finding a crack in a wall.My sword was in my left hand, and my right arm hung useless at my side, and I did not try to lift it.I knew what the trying would cost, so I saved the cost for something that mattered.The rebel stood over me with the blade raised for a second strike.He was breathing hard through his nose, and his eyes were on my throat, and he had already decided where the next strike would go."It is silver," I told him, and my voice came out flatter than I meant it to. "You know what it does.""It does not matter what I know, my king," the rebel replied, and hi

Sergio's POVThe passages had been sealed from the inside, but I had not sealed them from the outside, and that was the whole plan.The rebels had made a hole in our wall, and I was going to walk through it.I crossed the hall back to Leandro.The healer was still working on the silver wound with hot water and linen, and her hands moved without hurry, and she did not look up as I knelt beside him.Dario was standing three steps away with his back to the wall and his sword still in his hand.He had come back from the prisoner handoff a few minutes earlier, and he had said nothing about it, and he had taken his place at the king's side without being asked.He was watching the doors. He had been watching the doors since he came back, and he did not move now.Leandro's face was grey, and his jaw was set, and his hand was clenched against his thigh hard enough that the knuckles had gone white.The cloth under the healer's hands had gone dark with blood, and the wound at his side had swolle