Fake Bond of the Lycan Lords のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

Betty POV"Wake up and look at me," a voice commands from the darkness.The sound does not come from my ears. It vibrates deep inside the marrow of my bones. I am floating in a black, empty void. There is no floor. There is no ceiling. There is only a heavy, suffocating silence that smells like old blood and burnt iron."You are not alone in this place," a second voice says.The voice is smooth and cold like river stone. I turn around in the dark. A massive shape shifts in the shadows. Two large, golden eyes snap open in the blackness. It is April, the ancient wolf spirit."I am sick of being trapped in here," I say. I flex my fingers, but I cannot feel my skin. "I cannot move. I cannot see. How long are we going to bide our time in this ditch?""We are here because your physical shell is broken," April says, her golden eyes narrowing as she steps closer. "I am not your original wolf. We are two souls forced into

Betty POV"Look at them," April whispered. Her voice cut through the dark of my mind like a blunt blade.My chest squeezed. The dark mist around us shifted, pulling up old images. I stared at the two men standing in the centre of my own head. Adriel and Mitchell. My mates. My chest ached with a physical, heavy weight."They do not look the same to me," April said. She pacing inside my head. Her claws clicked against the floor of my memory. "They have the same blood. But they are completely separate beasts.""Mitchell does not care about rules," I said. My voice sounded flat, even to me. I watched the memory of Mitchell run a hand through his messy hair. He wore a torn leather jacket. He leaned against a wall in the Lycan kingdom with his ankles crossed. He looked like trouble. He smelled like iron and heavy rain."And the other one?" April asked."Adriel is the prince," I said. I watched his memory step forward. His hair was perfectly cut. H

Betty POV"Wake up, Betty, please," a voice whispers.The words bounce off the thick walls of the darkness inside my own head.I try to lift my arm. I try to drag my eyelids open. Nothing moves. My skin feels like cold lead, heavy and pinned to the mattress."I miss you," the voice says. It is Nina. She sounds small, her throat tight with tears. "I think of you as my sister. You showed me that I can be strong. I want you to taste the pastries I make. I want you by my side when I give birth to my first child."A heavy silence drops over the room. I can hear the clock ticking on the wall."That will happen in less than a year, by the way," Nina whispers, her voice cracking. "You are going to be an aunt. Please, Betty. I love you."My chest aches. The urge to break through the black void snaps through my veins. I focus every single ounce of my strength into my right index finger.Move."Oh my god," Nina gasps. The

Adriel POV"Shut her up before I rip her tongue out," I snap, kicking the heavy oak door.Inside the newly reinforced room, Audrey screams.The wood vibrates against my palm."The barrier is holding, Adriel," Love says. She steps back, wiping a bead of sweat from her forehead. Her fingers trace the faint blue shimmer in the air lock. "She cannot use her magic. She cannot leave.""Good." I turn my back on the noise. "Keep her locked down. If she breathes too loud, drug her."Audrey’s fists hammer against the wood. Thud. Thud. Thud.It is a pathetic, desperate rhythm. I do not understand what Mitchell saw in her. She has a pretty face when she keeps her mouth shut, but she never does. She is nothing but a loud, dangerous distraction.I walk down the stone corridor, my boots clicking against the cold floor. Every step takes me further away from Betty’s old room. We put Aud

Jethro POV"Take your filthy hands off her before I tear your spine out through your throat."My voice does not sound human. It rattles the stone walls of the corridor, vibrating deep inside my chest. My fingers are locked around Elder Melvin’s throat, pinning his heavy body against the damp brickwork. His boots kick aimlessly a few inches above the floor. His face is turning a dark, bruised purple, but I do not care. He touched her. He looked at her, he laughed, and he swatted his hand against her skin right in front of me."Jethro, please, you are going to kill him," a voice whispers behind me.It is a soft sound. A small, trembling vibration that tries to cut through the red fog in my brain. I do not process it. My Lycan is screaming for blood, tearing at the inside of my ribcage, demanding the skull of the man who dared to humiliate the only woman who matters. Melvin chokes, his fingers clawing uselessly at my wrists.