The lycan King Unwanted wife のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

Lucian POV The hallway was swallowed in shadow, suffocatingly quiet save for the rhythmic, agonizing sound filtering through the narrow crack of the bedroom door.“Ah… harder. Adrian…”The voice was a breathy, honeyed gasp. Elena.I froze. My hand, cool and trembling, remained glued to the brass doorknob. For a long, suspended second, my brain refused to process the sounds. It was a cruel trick of the mind, a nightmare creeping into my waking hours.Then came the answering groan. Low. Possessive. Unmistakable.Adrian.My boyfriend. The man who held every secret fragment of my soul. The man I had naively vowed to save my untouched innocence for— reserving my first night for the moment I finally found my fated mate, hoping Adrian himself might be the one the gods intended for me.In a single heartbeat, the warmth bled out of my veins. My temperature plummeted to zero.I didn't mean to push the door, but the weight of my collapsing reality did it for me. The hinges groaned, widening t

Lucian POV My father stepped toward me, his heavy bootfalls echoing like thunder against the wooden floorboards of the foyer. The absolute silence in the room was suffocating, thick enough to choke on. His eyes—usually so cold, stern, and unyielding—were glued to the left side of my throat.For a terrifying, endless moment, he said nothing. He simply stared at the pulsing skin below my ear as if he were staring at a ghost rising from the grave, or a cursed omen brought into his home. The veins in his neck bulged. The color drained entirely from his weathered face.Then, his jaw trembled.“You…” His voice was barely a raspy breath, fragile and completely devoid of its usual authority. “You bear the mark… of the Lycan King.”My fingers flew instinctively to the inflamed flesh. The moment my skin brushed the raised, dark emblem, a jagged current of electrical heat flared straight into my nervous system, making my spine lock in place. It burned. It throbbed with a heavy, rhythmic hear

Lucia POV Your Majesty!”The High Priest’s ancient, trembling voice broke through the suffocating silence of the cathedral. The old wolf fell to his knees before the dais, bowing his head so low it nearly touched the marble floor.“The light… the resonance…” The priest raised a shaking, withered hand toward my throat, his milky eyes wide with holy awe. “She is your true fated mate! The Moon Goddess herself has sealed this union!”A sharp, collective gasp rippled through the noble court. Murmurs exploded through the pews like wildfire.My heart slammed against my ribs. I looked up at King Damian, a tiny, fragile spark of hope igniting in my chest. Could it be true? Could he finally see me?King Damian stared down at the glowing mark on my neck. For one second, his eyes softened, swirling with a blinding, silver light.Then, his face hardened into impenetrable granite.“No.”The single word fell like an iron axe, slicing through the air and instantly severing the fragile hope in my c

Damian POV A savage, blood-curdling roar tore through the dark, suffocating depths of my mind. It wasn't human. It was ancient, wild, and utterly merciless.My wolf was thrashing against his cage, his claws tearing at the walls of my subconscious, threatening to rip my mind to shreds.I clamped my jaws shut, locking my teeth so tightly my gums bled. I squeezed my eyes closed, fighting with every ounce of my formidable alpha strength, refusing to open them to the darkness of the room. I refused to look at the fragile, quiet shadow lying on the freezing floor.‘Mate!’ my wolf bellowed, his voice vibrating through my skull like thunder over a battlefield. ‘She is our mate! She carries our crest! Why are you punishing her?! Why are you letting our female suffer on the bare stone?!’Shut up, I snarled back into the mental void, my soul battling itself. I don't believe it. I will never believe it. She can never be my mate. She is an intruder—a weak, useless omega dumped at my feet by a

Lucia POV After those final, merciless words left his lips, I didn't argue anymore.How could I? How could a fragile, mute omega—discarded by her own family, stripped of her dignity, and branded a fraud—dare to trade words with the absolute sovereign of the Lycan realm? He was a god among wolves, an apex predator whose very breath could order my execution, while I was merely a phantom haunting the fringes of his dark kingdom.I closed my eyes, letting my heavy eyelids seal in the bitter, scalding tears that threatened to overflow. I pulled my thin nightgown tightly around my shivering frame, laying my head back down upon the hard, unforgiving floorboards.Above me, the heavy wooden bedframe creaked softly as King Damian turned his back on me and laid down in his massive, fur-draped mattress. The bed was immense—vast enough to easily accommodate four people without their shoulders ever brushing. There was more than enough room for me to rest my exhausted, aching body besi