Dominant Werewolf のウェブ小説 & Royal ストーリー

Alpha Axel Cross rules with an iron fist, and his heart is made of steel. No woman has ever come close to him, and no one has ever dared. Then he sets his sights on Marcela, a princess in name only, with a ruined kingdom behind her and nothing left but a title. She is supposed to be a conquest, a pawn, and a means to an end. Instead, every day she spends in his kingdom pulls him closer to her. And when the truth finally comes out, it ruins him: Marcela is his mate. Fate has bound an Alpha king to a girl with no wolf, and that should have been impossible, as she was from an Alpha lineage. Taken away by him from the only home she has ever known, Marcela finds herself in a kingdom of mountains and meadows and falling for the arrogant king who stole her away. He is cruel to everyone but to her, he is her Prince Charming; that’s why she lets herself believe him, until she learns that every soft word he gave her was built on a lie and that she walked willingly into a trap he set long before he ever knew her name. Heartbreak is only the beginning. The moment Marcela left her kingdom to be with him, she is awakened to a truth that should have remained hidden: the reality of who she truly is and a curse that has been waiting to reveal itself. Some crowns are inherited, but others are paid for in blood.

The cold bit her to the bone. Her bare feet sank into the thick snow, broken here and there by dead roots. The wind howled through the fir trees, like an ancient, wild, and indomitable song. Bella ran—without knowing where she was going, without looking back. She dared not turn around. Not now, when she had finally succeeded. Her lungs burned. Her arms were covered in scratches. Her body trembled violently, from both pain and fear. Part of her still couldn’t believe she had actually escaped; another, more primal part of her refused to die without making one last attempt to break free from the hell she had endured for the past few years. She had waited for this moment for so long. Éric wasn’t there—he had left on a "business trip." Another lie, no doubt—he was so gifted at those. But his bodyguards were there—loyal, cruel, indifferent to her pleas, and utterly pitiless. Yet, that night, she had managed it. She had outwitted them, memorized their patrol rounds, shattered a window, and slipped out into the darkness—her breath coming in short gasps, her heart burning. She had no idea how many hours she had been running. Her memories were blurring together. She had stowed away on a train, crossed forests, stolen food from gas stations... and then, she had followed the mountains. North—ever further north. Until civilization vanished entirely. A supernatural silence reigned here. No cell service. No other humans. Nothing but miles of snow-covered forests, remote valleys, and forgotten ruins—exactly what she needed. She was certain that, here, he would never find her. Bella had walked until her legs threatened to give way. And that was when she saw it: an old, abandoned house, half-collapsed, standing in the middle of a frozen clearing .