Bitten by the Billionaire Lycan のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 5

ELARA’S POVThe coppery scent of my own blood is the first thing I notice.It drips from a nasty, jagged gash on my palm, splattering onto a white Persian rug that probably costs more than the entire orphanage I grew up in. I press my good hand against the wound, hissing through my teeth as the pain shoots up my arm and settles into a dull, throbbing ache in my twisted ankle.I don’t have time to bleed. I don’t have time to panic.I’m standing in the center of a penthouse office eighty floors above the city, surrounded by floor-to-ceiling glass and heavy, suffocating shadows. The state-of-the-art security system was a nightmare to bypass, but I made it. I’m here.I limp toward the massive mahogany desk, leaving a trail of crimson droplets behind me. The pain in my ankle is nothing compared to the crushing, suffocating weight in my chest.Lily.My little sister’s face flashes behind my eyes. Pale, fragile, hooked up to beeping machines in a sterile hospital room. The doctors gave her a

ELARA’S POVThe first thing I notice is the smell.It’s not the damp, metallic scent of the basement, nor the coppery tang of my own blood. It smells like pine, rain, and a warmth that seeps into my very bones. It smells like him.I peel my eyes open, blinking against the harsh morning sunlight streaming through floor-to-ceiling windows. I’m lying in a bed so soft it feels like a cloud. The sheets are silk, a deep charcoal gray. My hand is wrapped in clean, white bandages, and the throbbing in my ankle has been reduced to a dull ache.Panic instantly floods my system. Where am I?I sit up too fast, my head spinning. I look down and realize I’m no longer wearing my torn, bloody clothes. I’m wearing an oversized black t-shirt that definitely belongs to a man.My heart hammers against my ribs. I remember the rejection. I remember the searing, soul-crushing agony of the bond snapping. I remember him lifting me off the ground, his hand around my throat, his voice a lethal whisper.I, Damie

ELARA’S POVThere is a war happening inside my body.It feels like liquid fire is pumping through my veins, clashing violently with a cold, numbing darkness that is trying to drag me under. I can hear voices, but they sound far away, like they are echoing from the bottom of a deep well."Her heart rate is dropping!" a frantic voice shouts. A man’s voice. It’s not Damien’s. "Alpha, her blood… I’ve never seen anything like this. It’s burning the silver out of her system, but it’s tearing her apart from the inside!""Save her." That voice is deep, raw, and vibrating with absolute terror. It’s Damien. "I don't care what it takes. You save her, Marcus, or I will tear your throat out myself.""Alpha, I’m trying! But the rejection sickness is too severe. Her wolf is retreating. If she shifts back now, she’ll die. The only thing keeping her alive is the trace amount of your scent on this shirt."There’s a heavy, pregnant pause. Then, the sound of tearing fabric.A moment later, a familiar sce