THE LYCAN KING’S SCARRED PRIZE のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

The scent hit me before my eyes even opened—an intoxicating wave of dark chocolate, blood orange, and the crisp edge of winter rain.My eyes snapped open, and a violent gasp caught in my throat. I wasn't lying in the mud at the border. Instead, I was sinking into a massive bed draped in charcoal-silk sheets inside a cavernous room built of heavy obsidian stone. But the ancient architecture was juxtaposed by subtle technology; a sleek, holographic diagnostic array hummed quietly near the bedside, monitoring my vitals.I clutched my chest, looking down. My ruined dress was gone, replaced by an oversized, impossibly soft black tunic that reeked completely of him."You are remarkably fragile for someone foolish enough to trespass in my woods."The gravelly baritone vibrated straight through the stone floorboards. I whipped my head toward the darkest corner of the room. Sitting in a leather chair was a man. As he leaned forward into the amber glow of the fireplace, my breath vanished.He w

The transformation was horrific. Dominic collapsed onto the forest floor, his spine cracking and elongating with a sickening sound as an agonizing roar ripped from his throat. The black, ink-like veins pulsed violently beneath his skin, devouring his battle scars."Alpha!" one of the Lycan guards screamed, drawing a heavy silver blade. "The curse! The adrenaline from the confrontation triggered his beast early!""Don't touch him, you fool!" the other guard yelled, backing away into the trees. "When the black blood takes his mind, he becomes a mindless weapon! He'll slaughter us all!"Dominic’s human eyes completely vanished, bleeding into a violent, bottomless pitch-black void. With one brutal, lightning-fast swipe of his massive arm, he backhanded the closest guard, sending the two-hundred-pound warrior flying through the air to crash hard into a thick oak. Terrified, the remaining guards scrambled back into the heavy fog, abandoning their King to his madness.Dominic lunged forward

Dominic didn't hesitate for a single fraction of a second. He stepped forward, his massive, imposing frame completely eclipsing me from Councilman Vance’s predatory gaze. The air in the study turned ice-cold, heavy with the suffocating, crushing weight of an Alpha King’s absolute authority. The sheer shift in pressure made my ears pop, and the two royal guards standing at the door immediately dropped their eyes to the floor, their bodies trembling under the silent weight of Dominic's command."You dare bring the Silvercrest pack's petty complaints into my court, Vance?" Dominic’s voice was a low, dangerous purr that made the heavy glass windows behind us rattle in their iron frames. It was the voice of a ruler who had painted the northern borders with the blood of his enemies. "Elena is not a fugitive. She is a permanent resident of Shadow Ridge. By royal decree, she is under my personal protection as my head maid. Her aura and her presence here are my business, not the Council's. You

I didn’t look like the broken, pale Omega who had fled the Silvercrest mines a week ago. My skin was flushed with a vibrant, heated rose tint. My eyes, normally a dull, exhausted hazel, were bright, glowing with a faint, iridescent amber ring around the pupils—the unmistakable sign of an active, awakened wolf. But it was the scent that truly shocked me. Even without shifting, I could smell myself. The weak, sugary scent of a rejected Omega was completely gone. I reeked of Dominic. I smelled of absolute royalty, of dark, dangerous power, and a heavy, seductive musky undertone that screamedclaimed.“To the Council, and to anyone who looks at you, you are mine,” Dominic said, his voice dangerously low as he stepped up behind me. He didn’t touch me, but his reflection loomed over mine, a massive, terrifying shadow of protection. “But remember, Elena—it is an illusion. A lie to keep you out of the dungeons.”“An illusion that feels like a cage,” I whispered, gripping the edges of the mirro

Jaxon’s fingers were cold.The moment his rough, scarred hand made contact with the bare skin of my throat, a violent, phantom tremor ripped through my spine. The scent of him—that suffocating, heavy stench of pine needles and old, damp ash—flooded my senses, dragging me backward through time. In a fraction of a second, I wasn’t standing in a glittering palace dressed in royal silk. I was back in the frozen, dark depths of the Silvercrest mines, shivering in rags, watching him press his lips against Tanya’s neck while he ordered the guards to strip me of my title.Bow,my old, fractured Omega instincts whispered. He is your Alpha. Subjection is survival.Jaxon saw the flash of panic in my eyes. The sadistic, cruel smirk on his handsome face widened, his thumb deliberately sliding over my pulsing carotid artery, applying just enough pressure to let me know he still thought he owned me.“Look at you,” Jaxon murmured, his voice a low, toxic purr meant only for my ears. “Dressed up like a