Mated To The Plus Size Model のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

LyraI returned to the temple the next afternoon with one question burning inside my mind, and no matter how many times I told myself to forget what I had seen, the memory of the old priestess's face would not leave me. I could still remember the exact moment her eyes had fallen on my mark, the way all the calmness had disappeared from her face, and the fear that had flashed through her eyes before she quickly hid it. Since then, I had wondered if I had imagined it, but after everything that had happened, I could no longer convince myself that I was simply being suspicious. Something was wrong, and I desperately needed to know whether that something had anything to do with me.Mira had offered to come with me, but I told her I needed to speak to the priestess alone. I used the excuse that I wanted to ask about some of the old herbs used in the temple, and thankfully, no one questioned me as I walked through the quiet halls. The temple smelled of burning herbs and candle smoke, and th

LyraI still could not stop thinking about the old priestess when the trouble happened. For days, I had carried the memory of her frightened eyes everywhere I went, and every time I looked at the mark on my skin, I wondered what secret it was hiding. I had started paying more attention to everything around me, especially the wolves, the temple, and the strange dreams that kept coming to me, but I had not expected something to happen inside the estate itself. I certainly had not expected my own body to protect me.The argument began in the main hall when one of the guards accused me of entering a part of the estate where I was not supposed to be. I knew I had not done anything wrong, but the guard was already angry before I could explain, and his voice became louder as several servants stopped to watch us. I tried to remain calm because I did not want another scene involving Kyon, but the guard stepped closer until I could feel the anger coming from him.“You should learn your place,”

LyraThe dream came again that night, but this time it felt different from the first two. I was standing beneath the huge silver moon, surrounded by the same ancient forest, but the woman in the white dress was much closer to me than before, so close that I could finally see the sadness in her eyes. The wind was still moving through the trees, but it was no longer loud enough to hide her voice, and when she looked directly at me, I felt a strange warmth spread through my chest. I wanted to run toward her, but my feet would not move, and then she slowly lifted her hand and touched the mark on her own skin.“Listen to me,” she whispered.I held my breath.“The people who tell you they understand the mark are not telling you the truth.”My heart began beating harder.“Who are they?” I asked. “What are you trying to tell me?”The woman opened her mouth, but before she could answer, the ground beneath me began shaking. The trees twisted as though they were being pulled by a terrible wind,

LyraThe temple looked different when I entered it alone, even though nothing about the tall stone walls and quiet halls had changed. Maybe it was because I now knew that secrets were hiding behind those walls, or maybe it was because I could no longer look at the priestesses the way I used to. I kept thinking about the old woman’s frightened face whenever she looked at my mark, and the memory made my skin crawl. I had spent years believing that the priestesses were the safest people in the kingdom, but lately, every visit made me feel as though I was walking closer to something that wanted to remain hidden.I walked slowly toward the older corridor, keeping my head down whenever a servant passed me. The ancient symbol was still carved into the wall exactly where I had found it before, looking dull and lifeless beneath the soft light of the candles. I stood in front of it for several seconds, staring at the strange lines and shapes that I still did not understand. My heart began beat

LyraI could no longer pretend that the strange things happening around me were separate accidents, because every time I tried to explain one of them away, another appeared and made the lie harder to believe. The glowing symbol in the temple, the wolves that became calm whenever I came near them, the wounded wolf that healed much faster than it should have, and the candles that suddenly burned brighter when I walked through the temple all seemed connected somehow. Then there were my dreams, the elderly priestess who looked terrified when she saw my mark, and the invisible force that had stopped a guard from hitting me. I did not understand what any of it meant, but deep inside me, I was beginning to fear that something very ancient had followed me into the royal estate.I sat beside the window in my room that morning, staring at my mark while the pale sunlight moved slowly across the floor. I touched it carefully, almost expecting it to burn beneath my fingers, but it felt normal ag