From Pack Slave to Lycan Princess のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

"Chin up, my love." He tips my chin up with his fingers. "They can't touch you anymore." His eyes trace over my face. "They tried to beat you down, break you, crush your spirit. But they failed, because my princess is strong." Pride lights up his vivid green eyes. "So you're walking in there with your head held high." He's trying to hype me up, but all I can think about is how badly I want to kiss those lips again. Oh god, I'm so hormonal! "I wish you could've met my Nana. She would've loved you," I tell him instead. It's not the first time I've wished that. I'm sure the two of them would have gotten along famously. "Of course she would have." His words sound cocky, but he flashes me an adorable, almost shy grin. "Your Nana wouldn't have been able to resist my charm. She'd have wanted me for herself. You'd have had to fight her for me." Honestly, he's not far off. If he'd given my Nana that panty-melting grin, she probably would have tried to claim him, because my Nana was outrag

She stops directly in front of us in a practiced pose, hip cocked out, legs slightly apart, letting the slit of her dress fall open all the way up her hip. I guess you can't wear underwear with a dress like that. This woman is completely confident in her own sensuality. Her eyes linger on Julian before flicking to me. Her gaze rakes over me once, dismisses me as unimportant, then goes right back to raking over him. Lord Grayson Vance rises to stand beside her. "Your Highness, may I introduce my companion, Vivienne Castellane," he says. "Vivienne, His Highness, Prince Julian." "We've met," she purrs. "Your Highness, it's a pleasure to see you again." She smiles like a cat that just swallowed a canary. Julian is sprawled in his chair, head resting comfortably against the back cushion. He doesn't move. Doesn't acknowledge her at all. His face gives nothing away. His fingers trace a lazy path up and down my arm while his other hand rests possessively over my thigh. "On his lap is hi

Grayson doesn't look surprised. "Well, the prince is a very intelligent man. I never imagined something like that would go unnoticed," he says. "I am attracted to you." I open my mouth to say something, then close it again. I don't know how to respond to that. He leans forward to meet my eyes. "When I first saw you in that cell, the raw hunger in your eyes was beautiful. You were so mesmerizing I couldn't look away. The more I see of you, the more captivated I become. You're beautiful, intelligent, fearless, and powerful, every quality that draws men in, especially lycans," he explains. Okay, I genuinely have no idea what to say to that, or what to do with that information. "Don't worry, I'm not trying to seduce Prince Julian's erasthai. My loyalty belongs to the King, the prince and to the Palace. Taking you away from him could bring the whole monarchy crashing down, and I thrive on the monarchy. I don't think you fully grasp how much power you indirectly wield, Freya. A claim

We land to balmy California weather, much warmer than the freezing cold we left behind, even though it's already past eleven at night here. Limos are already waiting outside when we walk out of the airport lounge. I watch as the last of our bags gets loaded into the trunk before the driver opens the door for us. Back in the lounge, people practically bowed to us, jumping to do our bidding. "Is this how they usually travel?" Corbin whispers in my ear as we watch Grayson Vance and Vivienne walk toward one of the cars that'll be taking them to their hotel. Grayson shoots me a quick glance before ducking into the car. I barely manage a shrug and start to lift my hand to wave at him before Julian shoves me ahead of him into our own car. One look at his tight, cold expression and I let myself be steered in without a word. Just like that. One look from Grayson, and suddenly the dark, simmering anger that had eased a little once we got off the plane is back in full force. It stays buried

"What are you doing here?" he growls. The lust and hunger from a second ago vanish instantly, replaced by cold, dark rage. His whole body shifts into something threatening. The woman shrinks back. "Your mother sent me," she whispers, barely audible. With a roar, he grabs a side table and hurls it across the room. It shatters on impact. The wall takes a dent. The woman cowers further and I hear footsteps pounding up the stairs. A moment later everyone bursts in behind me. Her wide blue eyes glisten with unshed tears, her lips trembling. "You... you didn't answer the conference call, so she sent me h... here." Her gaze sweeps over everyone before landing on me. Hurt and anger settle across her face. She's clearly still terrified, but her jaw sets in a determined line as she looks straight at me. "She sent you a message. Queen Sophia wants you marked before we head back in a few days, or else..." She doesn't get to finish. A table lamp smashes into the wall just inches from her