The Bride He Rejected Twice のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

A low growl echoed in the distance, not thunder, not the storm or something else. A power. Watching. Lila frowned, scanning the dark. “Did you hear that?” I straightened, heart racing. “Wolves?” She shook her head. “No. Something else.” But before we could move, a car’s headlights flared through the rain, stopping at the corner of the lane. A tall shadow stepped out, coat blowing in the wind. A deep voice called out, “Aurora Hale?” My blood turned cold. “Who are you?” He stepped closer to dark hair, amber eyes glowing faintly under the rain. Not from our pack. Not even from Crescent land. “I was sent to find you,” he said. “Your real family wants you back.” Lila gasped. “Real family? What do you mean” But before he could answer, another pain ripped through my stomach. The world turned. The last thing I saw before the darkness took me was that stranger’s bright eyes and the tiny mark on his wrist. A royal mark. The mark of the Lycan King’s house. As the rai

The morning sunlight spilled across the wide windows of her flat facing the canals. The smell of espresso and warm milk filled the air. Leo sat on the floor in his jammies, playing with his wooden toy plane. His laughter was bright, innocent, too pure for the darkness that once surrounded his birth. Aurora mixed sugar into her coffee, watching him, her heart hurting with a fierce, protective love. “Careful, sweetheart,” she said softly as the little boy zoomed the plane too close to the edge of the table. He grinned up at her, all dimples and fun. “Mama, the plane’s going to the moon!” She smiled weakly. “Then make sure it comes back home safely.” It had taken her years to make this quiet world one without fear, without Damon, without rumors of betrayal. Her fashion brand, AURELLE, had become the talk of Milan’s elite, praised for its mysterious creator who never attended her own galas. The world thought Aurora Vale was a name made for beauty. No one remembered Rory Hale,

Her voice shook, but her chin stayed high. Damon saw the flicker of pain in her eye span that matched his own and for a moment, the mask slipped. “I thought you were dead,” he said softly. “They told me you drowned. I searched for months.” Her brows drew together. “You searched? Or you claimed to ease your guilt?” He breathed. “You think I wanted this?” “I think you wanted freedom,” she said coldly. “And you got it. Don’t pretend you care now.” Damon’s jaw tightened. “You don’t understand. There were threats. My enemies” “Always the enemies,” she interrupted angrily. “Always the excuses. You refused me to protect your pride, not my life.” Her voice rose, and for a second, the fire he remembered the fierce, unbreakable Rory burned in her eyes. He wanted to touch her. To reach out and erase three years of space. But when he took a step forward, she moved back. “Don’t,” she said, her voice shaking. “You don’t get to touch me anymore.” Damon’s chest ached. “You

When Damon walked into her office the next morning, he didn’t knock; he never did. He simply filled the room with that dangerous calm that always meant trouble. Aurora had barely slept. The message from the night before worried her: If you refuse the merger, your secret won’t stay secret for long. The city outside was just waking up, Milan’s skyline still wrapped in mist, but she wasn’t in Italy anymore. She was back in Los Angeles, standing inside the building that used to belong to her father, the man she’d never known until the truth of her birth had broken everything. Moonstone Corp now belonged to her by blood. And that blood came with strings. The door opened, and Damon walked in like he owned the place. Aurora didn’t turn. “You have a talent for appearing where you’re not wanted.” “Then you haven’t changed,” he said, closing the door behind him. His voice was smooth, quiet but it carried a warning beneath. “I’m busy,” she answered, still facing the window. “Unless

She could feel his touch again every time she closed her eyes. The warmth of his palm against hers, the less force in his voice when he said "It's done." She didn't like how it still hurt her heart. She was back in the present when she heard a small sound. There were small steps in the hallway. "Mommy?" Aurora stood up. Her son stood at the doorway, rubbing his eyes because he was tired. His hair was dirty from being in bed. Leo, her whole world fits into a small body. She calmed down and whispered, "Hey, baby." "What's wrong with you?" “I couldn’t sleep,” he said, crawling onto her lap. “You were talking to yourself.” She smiled weakly. “Mommy’s just tired, that’s all.” Leo looked at the open files on the floor, his small fingers brushing over one picture. “Who’s that man? ” Aurora froze. It was a picture of Damon on an old magazine cover from before everything fell apart. Her chest tightened. “He’s… someone I used to know.” Leo tilted his head