Mate To The Tyrants のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

“Don’t tell me you’re already regretting it.” Blaise’s fingertips brushed the fresh mark on her left shoulder. Pleasure sparked instantly through the new bond, sharp and intimate, racing under her skin like lightning. His voice was light, almost teasing, but she could feel the real worry bleeding through the link—his unease sliding into her chest as if it belonged to her. So this was what a completed mate bond felt like. “No,” Kaela said quickly, meeting his eyes. “I could never regret mating you.” The softness in his silver gaze stole her breath. He cradled her face between both hands. She leaned into the touch without hesitation. For the first time since the night Nightreign burned Ashclaw to the ground, something hollow inside her finally settled. A place she hadn’t even realized was empty now felt whole. “Good.” Blaise’s smile was genuine, almost boyish. “Because I don’t regret it either. You’re my mate now—from this moment until the end of everything. And I’m yours.” He lif

A sudden hush fell over the hall. Ronan’s eyes widened, then twisted into a snarl. “You’re talking nonsense,” he said with a sharp, dismissive scoff. Kaela glared back. No one in their right mind would dismiss what she had just said, but Ronan had never been particularly interested in reality when it contradicted him. She no longer cared to argue. With Blaise’s hand steady in hers, a new courage filled the space where fear used to live. She turned and walked out, tugging her mate with her. Every conversation with Ronan only grew more suffocating. There was nothing left to gain by staying. “We’re not finished!” he shouted behind them. She kept walking. The command slid off her like water. Even with Blaise’s mark on her shoulder, she had never been formally inducted into Nightreign. Stormclaw was ash. In the eyes of pack law she was essentially a rogue. His orders held no power over her. To her quiet surprise, Blaise followed without hesitation, ignoring the violent crash of fu

“Is that so?” Blaise raised one eyebrow. “Lucas, I find that very hard to believe.” “It doesn’t matter whether you believe it!” Lucas shot back, though he still couldn’t meet Kaela’s eyes. She clenched her fists, ready to step forward, but the moment Blaise’s hand settled at the small of her back the worst of the anger drained away. He never looked at her. His gaze stayed locked on Lucas, lips curved in a charming, faintly dangerous smile. “And who exactly are you to tell me anything?” he asked lightly. His fingers drew slow circles against her spine through the fabric of her shirt. “I am the Beta of this pack. Who are you to speak about my mate?” “Your… mate…” Lucas stumbled over the words. Whispers exploded through the crowd. “So the rumors are true—” “She’s really the Beta’s mate!” “But wasn’t there a ceremony? Isn’t she the Alpha’s fated mate too?” The stares felt like physical weight. Kaela was proud to be Blaise’s. She was far less comfortable with the entire pack know

 “Are you refusing my challenge because you’re scared I’ll actually win?” Kaela taunted.  A ripple of incredulous laughter moved through the watching wolves. The idea of Ronan Kingsley being afraid of her was apparently the funniest thing they had heard all week.  She knew how insane it sounded. Winning was nearly impossible. But ever since the bonds with both brothers had settled into her blood, her strength had kept growing. One clean hit—one black eye on that perfect face—would already feel like victory.  Ronan’s expression darkened. He took a deliberate step forward.  “You must have a death wish.”  Blaise immediately shifted,

  Ronan dropped her at once.  His hand flew to his forehead with a sharp hiss of pain. A raw curse tore from his throat. Kaela hit the dirt hard, gasping and choking as air finally rushed back into her crushed windpipe. Every breath felt like swallowing broken glass.  *Goddamn it.*  His skull really was as hard as concrete. No wonder he was so stubborn.  She staggered upright, rubbing her own forehead. The headbutt had probably hurt her more than him. But it still counted.  She had landed a hit on Ronan Kingsley.  Through the fog of pain, Blaise’s pride and fierce love flooded the bond like a river in flood, steadying