The Tyrant Lycan's Ruined Omega のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 17

“Either bleed quietly… or take it outside.”BANG!I slammed the reception bell onto the counter. The waiting room went silent. A rogue threatening another patient sat back down. An old woman stopped yelling about prescription prices. Even the kid with a broken wrist stopped crying.Brie peeked around the pharmacy window, barely hiding a laugh. “You enjoy terrifying people way too much.”“They’re easier than paperwork,” I replied.The clinic was hidden beneath an abandoned warehouse in the middle of The Pit. There were no signs, no government licenses, and no records. It was just cracked concrete and buzzing lights for the people nobody else wanted: runaway omegas, shot rogues, and humans caught in pack wars.If you could still breathe, we’d try to keep you that way. Questions were optional. Cash wasn’t.I shrugged off my leather jacket and slid behind the desk. Officially, I handled admissions, bills, and scheduling.Unofficially, I kept the waiting room from turning into a crime scen

I leaned back against the brick wall outside my place, one foot braced against a crack in the masonry. The first drag of my cigarette burned all the way down.Long day.Across the street, Matias was leaning on his bike, just watching me.Matias Locke had been my first real friend in The Pit. Six years ago, he’d mistaken me for a prostitute, flashed a roll of cash, and asked for my price. I’d taken the money and vanished.Instead of hunting me down to kill me, he spent two days tracking me through the alleys just to ask how the hell I’d managed to rob him. We’ve been friends ever since.“You’ve got company,” he called out.I frowned. A black sedan had just pulled up to the curb. Only one person in this city traveled with windows dark enough to hide an ego that size.The rear door opened and Xavier Beckett stepped out.Matias muttered, “I suddenly get why you’ve been so distracted.”I flicked my cigarette onto the pavement. “I’ll call you later.”“You’d better.” He climbed onto his bike

I never thought I’d return to this world.Yet here I was, standing before Xavier Beckett, holding a black business card that felt heavy in my fingers.“You gave me this,” I said flatly.“I did.”“So I came.” I tossed the card onto his desk. “Congrats. Your marketing strategy worked.”Xavier didn’t blink. “I never waste an invitation.”“No,” I replied. “You just waste everyone’s time.”A small, cold smile touched his lips. “I’ve been called worse.”He walked toward me slowly, closing the gap until he stood just inches away. The scent of cedar and expensive tobacco wrapped around me. His presence was dominant and suffocating.“You said you came to prove something,” he said, voice low.“Yes.”“You’ve proven it.”He opened a thick black folder and slid a document across the desk. It stopped in front of my fingertips.CONFIDENTIAL AGREEMENTBase salary. Luxury residence. Unlimited monthly allowance. Elite medical coverage. Private security.The number of zeros made my stomach turn. It was