From Pack Slave to Lycan Princess のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 71 - チャプター 78

I wait until he finishes his milk and sets the glass on the bedside table. "Tell me what's going on, my prince. What's really eating at you?" He turns to face me slowly, watching me with wary eyes. "I know you're keeping something from me, and it has to do with Lady Seraphina." He doesn't bother denying it, but I can read it in his eyes and the hard set of his jaw: he has no intention of talking about it. "It's nothing you need to worry about. I'll handle it," he says curtly. His answer makes my temper flare. "You're forgetting something. You have a mate now… or am I only here to keep you entertained? I thought we were supposed to carry our burdens together and face everything side by side." "You know you're far more than entertainment," he says, sounding exasperated. "Then tell me," I press stubbornly. "Meine Prinzessin," he groans, dragging a hand through his hair before gripping the back of his neck. "I don't want to fight with you." "Then tell me what's happening. Don't you

Everything looks a little different today, and I know the change is in me. I'm still changing. My senses are sharper, yes, but it goes deeper than that. Something inside has shifted how I see the world. Seated in the auditorium between Livana and Julian, the room feels both ordinary and completely foreign. Strangers with familiar faces fill the seats around us. I don't know any of them, but I've passed them so often that they've worn a groove in my memory. Right in front of us sit the three girls I privately dubbed "The Sundress Squad," though no sundresses today. We've only ever interacted once: they mocked me and my hobo hoodie on my first day, and I flipped them off. As for everyone else, we've never exchanged a word, yet I feel like I know them. There was a time I felt like one of them, or maybe I just ached to be. Now I feel distant, like a lion standing in a herd of zebras. I don't want to hurt them, but they seem so breakable. I've never felt more certain that I don't belong t

Warm, rich male scent, a soft duvet, and a hard, warm body draped over mine all feel like heaven. The shrieking alarm does not. I groan and order it to shut up. It ignores me. Stubborn thing. I wriggle one arm free and stretch toward the phone on the nightstand, but my arm falls short. My mate grumbles and hauls me back against him. Why is it going off so early? It's still dark. The sun isn't even up. Stupid alarm. Seriously, so stupid... Wait. Alarm. Holy mackerel. Airport. Germany. We have a plane waiting. "Julian!" I pull my arm out again and grab his shoulder. "Julian!" I shake him. "Wake up! We have to get up." "Mmm... shhh... sleep..." he mumbles, burying his face deeper into the hollow of my neck. My mate is not a morning person. He's the one who set that alarm last night, and somehow I'm the one stuck waking him. "Julian, get up!" I shove at his weight. It's like pushing a boulder. "Julian!" He groans, wedges a knee between my legs, and the hand curled around my breast

My mate, meanwhile, is still in the doghouse, though keeping him there is hard work. Fair or not, I'm hurt, and I'm punishing him for whatever I might have to deal with in Germany. The more I try to ignore him, the more he insists on keeping me close. Some people might call it charming. I call it annoying. Right now he's force-feeding me breakfast while explaining each dish. "Come on, open up, my love. I know you'll like this one," he says, holding a forkful of something called Sharlotka, a kind of apple cake, up to my mouth. He's already fed me blini (something between a pancake and a crepe, served with butter, sour cream, jam, and caviar) and semolina porridge, plus the usual fried egg, sausage, yogurt, and fresh fruit. It was all delicious, and I'm already full, but I can't tell him that because I'm not talking to him, see? This is all part of his plan to make me speak. This is our battle. He's so stubborn and sneaky and obnoxious. I'm tempted to punch him in the throat. If I did