Mate To The Tyrants のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

 —  “Keep the wounds dry,” Nicole instructed, tightening the last of the gauze around Kaela’s wrist. “If they get wet you’ll need them redressed. Come to the infirmary or find someone to help.”  “Who?” Kaela snorted. “Blaise is already gone.”  “He left a few days ago,” Nicole confirmed with a small, sad smile. “But the Alpha would help if you asked.”  “Ronan?” Kaela rolled her eyes. “Forget it. He’s the reason I look like this.”  “Only because you asked for it,” a deep voice said from the doorway. &n

 Before Kaela could form a coherent refusal, Ronan’s mouth claimed hers.  His hand slid to the nape of her neck, tilting her head so he could deepen the kiss. One touch was enough. Sparks exploded behind her closed eyelids. She moaned into his mouth and he took the invitation, slipping a hand under her clothes. Rough fingers found a peaked nipple and pinched lightly. Pleasure spiked so sharply she broke the kiss with a gasp.  “Ronan—wait—”  He ignored the protest and sealed their mouths together again. Lust flooded every rational thought. Wet heat gathered between her thighs. Resistance crumbled under the simple fact of his lips on hers; she melted into him, letting his hands roam wherever they pleased. Every place he touched burned and soothed at the same time—feed

 “You’re going to the infirmary.”  Ronan’s tone left no room for argument. Naturally, Kaela argued anyway.  “Why? I’m not injured.” It was true. Whatever else the night had been, he had not hurt her. The ache in her muscles was deep and thoroughly earned, but nothing that required medical attention.  “If you’re so eager to carry my pups, by all means stay,” he said, smirk devoid of humor. “I’m sure Blaise will be thrilled to learn his brother knocked up his fated mate.”  “Fuck you.” The words left her mouth on instinct, but the point landed. She yanked the door open and stalked toward the infirmary with Ronan right behind her.  “Good morning, Alpha, Kaela!” Nicole’s usual brightness

 “You heard about the challenge?”  “Everyone heard,” Lydia said. “I bet even the newborn pups know. I just didn’t believe he’d actually claim the night. I wasn’t allowed to watch, but I heard how badly he beat you. How could he want more after that?”  “He did.”  Lydia looked ready to be sick. “I can’t believe he went through with it. Blaise is his own blood brother—he basically—” She pressed both hands over her mouth and made a strangled sound. “Kaela, why is your fated mate such a complete shithead?”  “Your guess is as good as mine.”  Lydia immediately launched int

 “One more, Kaela. You’ve got this.”  Lucien kept easy pace beside her as she staggered through the nineteenth lap. That she had made it this far was already a miracle. The old version of herself would have collapsed by the fifth. The rest of the trainees had finished long ago; Lucien had run extra laps simply to keep her company and make sure she didn’t die mid-stride. He wasn’t even breathing hard.  “I think I’m going to be sick,” she gasped. “Is that why he told me to skip breakfast?”  “Cleaning vomit off the field is… unpleasant,” Lucien admitted. “Need water? I can—”  He slowed abruptly, expression shifting as he clearly received a mind-link