Mate To The Tyrants のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

The bath left Kaela’s body clean and pleasantly loose, but her mind refused to settle. Ronan had washed her hair with careful fingers. He had scrubbed her back with quiet focus. The same man who had destroyed Ashclaw, forced a mark into her skin, and kept a collection of collared women had just treated her like something fragile. The contradiction sat heavy in her chest. She refused to trust it. Men followed their cocks. Ronan already had more than enough women to satisfy that particular hunger. This sudden gentleness was strategy—nothing more. A cherished toy was still a toy, and toys were discarded the moment they lost their shine. She would keep her guard up. She would still find a way out. Then he held out a small bundle of actual clothing. A simple white blouse. Soft denim shorts. Real cotton underwear. Kaela stared. &ldq

“Vampires?” Kaela echoed, the word freezing in her throat. A cold dread slid down her spine. Werewolves and vampires had been enemies for as long as anyone could remember. Even human children in the border towns knew to lock their doors after dark. Lucien exhaled heavily. “If I’m right, we have a serious problem.” He took one last look at the bodies, then stepped outside. Kaela followed, grateful to put distance between herself and the copper stench. Leaving them there felt wrong—wild animals, or worse, could be drawn by the blood—but Lucien already seemed to anticipate the concern. “Backup is on the way to collect them,” he said. “We need to get back to Sirius House. Ronan has to hear this directly.” He stripped off his shirt. Kaela turned away as bones cracked and reformed. Moments later she was once again on the

 Everyone froze at Ronan’s words.  Kaela cast a worried glance at Blaise. Leaving him alone with a furious Ronan felt dangerous—even if they were brothers, and even if Blaise was Beta. Ronan had never struck her as particularly rational when his pride was wounded.  Blaise, however, looked almost bored. He simply sighed and stepped back.  “As you say, brother. I’ll see you around, Kaela.”  Lucien hesitated. “Alpha… where exactly am I taking her? Her room? Yours? Or Regulus House?”  His eyes darted between the twins like a child caught between arguing parents. Ronan’s earlier reaction made it clear he wasn’t eager to share th

 Of course her mother could never have been Luna.  A human as Luna of a respectable werewolf pack would have been an unforgivable shame. Kaela had never known exactly how her mother died, but once she was old enough to think, the suspicion that her father might have been responsible never fully left her.  He had been a prideful man. Prideful men did not tolerate visible faults.  From the day four-year-old Kaela was brought into Ashclaw, he had made it clear that her mother had been nothing more than a dalliance—despite the mate bond. He claimed he was only being responsible by taking the child in. The pack had echoed the same poisonous story: the Moon Goddess had made a rare mistake, and the Alpha should have rejected the human from the start instead of producing a half-blood.

 Kaela’s stomach clenched hard at the deliberate, way Blaise had spoken.  She bit down on her lower lip, eyes locked on the molten silver of his. He leaned in and gave her soft, measured kisses—never deep enough, never long enough. Every time she surged forward for more, he pulled back just far enough that their breath still mixed hot and wet between them while their mouths stayed a cruel inch apart.  The restraint was pure torment.  She broke first.  Fisting both hands in his dark hair, she yanked him down and kissed him like she was starving. Blaise answered with a low, approving sound, tongue sliding deep, teasing and dominant all at once. Her hands shoved under his shirt, greedy palms skating over the hard ridges of his abs, t